Tiffany and Cassandra lived a charmed life together for about eight years now. Both former Factory Breeders, their station racks had been side by side for the majority of their pregnancies, and it was only natural their time together had forged a mighty strong bond. After they left, they stayed friends, but that quickly blossomed into something deeper... Now they lived as partners and didn't shy away from the irony they so often presented in public. One look was all it took: Tiffany was a Zebra, and Cassandra a Lion. Opposites attract after all. But they were perfect for each other, and that's all that really matters, isn't it? Tiffany was the more active and outgoing of the pair, given to bouts of mania, and only her feline lover seemed to have the patience to handle her zappy energy for longer than a few hours. To that end, she kept her stripped body toned, jogging every day, and coached girls soccer on the weekends, but could never seem to hold down a job she was happy with... Cassandra, on the other hand, was the professional breadwinner of their humble little household. She was the manager of a national bank's local branch, and though her duties were demanding, it afforded her and Tiffany a comfy life in their free time. Many called her cold, distant, and lacking in humor, but most people never knew her in the company of her girlfriend. Tiff brought real warmth to her golden furred skin, often transforming her just by being in each other's presence. But not everything was sunshine and roses for the picturesque pair. Between them was a void, the gap of something missing, though what that was was never said or shared...but it was [i]felt[/i]. It came from the necessities and the laws of the society in which they lived, the same one that had allowed them to work as breeders earlier on in their lives. It was a common enough career choice, especially for women fresh out of high school. Sell your womb to the highest bidder, be lovelessly bred and birth offspring you'll never know, in order to then get paid a rather substantial pension when it was all said and done. Not a bad deal...though it came with consequences of the long-term sort, the kind a young kid doesn't fully consider or even comprehend... The contracts of their service restricted, and even outright forbid, having children AFTER they rejoined society, and while there were numerous ways for either woman to conceive with the other through a little help from the glories of medical science, given their previous status as breeders, nothing could be legally broached. Of course, there was always the [i]illegal[/i] option, but being caught, coupled with the punishments that came with it, made the prospect nearly unthinkable. One could suppose that's one reason their shared desire to have a child together was kept so close to the vest and hidden from each other. They didn't want to inflict the kind of pressure and internal agony having to wrestle with such an unwinnable situation could impart. But one can only keep that kind of emotion bottled up so long, otherwise, it will start to poison one's self and one's relationships. Thankfully, these feelings (and so much more) were finally shared last month, and while it was a tremendous relief for both Cassandra and for Tiffany to just...[i]let it out[/i]...they both knew the only cure for their woes was to DO something about it. Even if it meant ultimately accepting their fates to never have a child to truly call their own, the longer they stood idle, the more this driving desire would fester, eating them from within. Either a loophole would need to be found, or laws would end up broken...but neither zebra nor big cat would have guessed the answer they were looking for would find them through the mail... "Uhh...Cass? What's [i]Taystie Park[/i]?" The lioness immediately froze up mid-stir, dressed in a poofy pink bathrobe as she was making a batch of scrambled eggs (and trying not to think too much on any of the symbolism could hold) on this Saturday morning, "Oh...ummm...what was that again?" Cassandra was trying to hide her growing discomfort. She knew [i]exactly[/i] what Taystie Park was...or did: A playground of unsanctioned and unregulated sex and hedonism, where nothing was deemed off-limits or too extreme. It was a place people often went too, but rarely ever leave [s]for a variety of reasons[/s]. And though it laid strictly outside the bounds of their nation's laws or borders, the population-minded government was still always happy to encourage citizens of all ages and occupations to pay it a visit...[i]at least once[/i]. But once was more than enough, and with visits to Taystie Park serving as a useful counterweight to their public and privatized breeding programs by helping to drive down a population that always grows despite their best efforts to stabilize the curve, one only had to catch sight of a travel brochure or see one of their TV ads to know why. "Taystie Park..." Tiffany repeated, "Or...Tay-sty? Tasty? Is this a pun or something?" The Zebra held up a brightly colored and laminated postcard with the name all in large golden print, under which, a panorama of sorts showed a dizzying mixture of rides that skirt the line between the mundane and the outright lewd. There was nothing out and out inappropriate shown, but it was definitely more than implied, what with names like the "Titty Twister", "Gut Churner" "Cum-Blast" and "ASSteroids". Cassandra turned her head to try and hide a blush before she managed to respond, "Oh...right, Taystie Park...I uh, I've heard about it. Never been though!" she was too quick to state as she returned her attention back to the eggs and hoped things ended there. She hadn't thought about Taystie Park since High School, since before she met Tiffany. Most of her friends were obsessed with the place, and on the last day of school, they had planned to celebrate by buying day passes to the place. At the last possible minute though, Cass had changed her mind and backed out, to instead file for the Breeder Program...and well, she never did hear from or see her friends again after that day. But the same was true for just about everyone she knew in high school, so maybe it was just a coincidence? Either way, Tiff had since gone on to flipping the postcard over and reading through the hefty block of text (and even heftier small print) on the back. Cassandra tried to ignore this, but her imagination ran rampant all with what her lover could possibly be reading. She bit a lip and shielded her eyes, but it wasn't long before Tiffany needed to share. "[i]Taystie Park...where all your fantasies are waiting to become real.[/i] Pretty corny huh? Still, they sound serious..." Cass could only nod and wonder how the zebra hadn't heard of the Park before. She did grow up kinda far from the city and all, though it was common belief those on the fringes of society tended to be the kinkiest of all. "Apparently your first visit is free, but it's a one-time offer..." Tiffany continued, "They got a whole list of services they offer too. Shopping, Dining, Instructional Classes, Therapy, Recreation...there's a beach, a ski resort, hunting lodge...you like hunting, right Cass?" The lioness could sense it in her lover's tone: She was starting to be won over, open to the idea of maybe vacationing there to add a little spice and excitement to their lives. And try as she might, she couldn't shake that initial slogan, the promise of her fantasies come true...[i]their[/i] fantasies... "What if...what if...we can do something there? I mean...do something [b]for[/b] us? Help us...you know, with our [i]problem[/i]?" Cassandra swallowed. The eggs were starting to sizzle and smoke, and both their noses could smell it. She gave a sigh, she shut the stove off and found a seat at the table to fall into. "I don't know...probably?" the dusty-gold cat began, "Supposedly anything is possible there...but it comes with a price. A temptation. The place is a trap, Tiff...it's meant to ensnare you, corrupt you, even [b]KILL[/b] you...it's a huge hangout for the Pred and Prey community. It's totally legal to grab and gulp whoever you can get your hands on. And there's no safety net." Cassandra was haunted by the knowledge of having to authorize the closing of bank accounts for people who had gone missing, their last known transactions being a one-way ticket to Taystie Park. They were given a month to make a claim otherwise, but after that month was over, Cassandra had not known a single case where someone had returned, to the point where some argued that waiting an entire month was TOO long already! "It sounds like you know way more about this place than you're letting on..." Tiffany spoke with precision, smirking as she so often does whenever she picked at Cass's psyche just right. Nobody knew the lioness better than her zebra. Nobody. "I just...I was young, alright? Curious. I never actually did anything. I just...thought about it. A lot..." Cassandra blushed beneath her fur and looked at her hands folded on top of one another anxiously. Could Tiff tell they were sweating? "Well, is it true then? Can it really make our fantasies come true? [i]Any[/i] fantasy?" Cass had to know this question was coming, but it left throat no less lost for words after. "Maybe..." the lion spoke, [i]when[/i] she spoke. "Well then we have to try!" the zebra exclaimed, the eagerness to her green eyes running totally counter to everything Cass was giving off; the glancing concern, the quietness, those slumped shoulders. Cass had no doubts though...once Tiffany set her mind to something, she was going to do it! Would she succeed? Eh, it was 50/50. But she didn't care! She had to make the attempt, or else she could never rest till she did! After that, and for the weeks that followed leading up to the date of this [i]special promotion[/i], Cassandra resisted the idea, but did so meekly. She voiced her concerns, warned and nagged at Tiffany endlessly, day and night, but nothing could deter the zebra once she had her sights on the finish line! "Don't you see? This is the answer to our prayers! Once we set foot inside, our status as former breeders won't matter one wink!" Tiff had declared, coming off the results of some online research regarding all the legal grey areas a place like The Park tends to generate. "Yeah, but that's because [b]WE[/b] won't matter either! You waive every right and freedom when you go there. Everyone and everything is free game...some...I dunno, some hulking bear could decide you'd make an easy meal and there'd be nothing I, or anyone else, could do about it as he tears you limb from limb!" Cassandra was sure to counter. "Oh, come on, what are the chances at that? Look we could be in and out of there in an hour or less if we're lucky. I already mapped out a few places to visit. And unless something changes..." "See, that's just it! [i]If[/i] we're lucky. And what if we're not?" Cassandra's words struck Tiffany dead in her tracks for a moment, the zebra taking the time to consider it all. And when Tiffany finally voiced her answer, her words had a harsh determination about them, fierce and unflappable, "Then we're not. Cass...we can't go on like this. One way or another, it ends in the Park." After that, Cassandra kept her protests to a minimum. A frown there, a cringe here, a sigh or a tsk. Tiffany, on the other hand, only grew more and more restless as the days ticked down and the weekend slowly arrived, "Hey, no matter what happens, we'll always have each other, right?" "Right..." Cass warmly said the night before while they both laid in bed, unable to sleep. Making love had helped, or at the very least, tired them out to the point of exhaustion. They both needed some measure of release, as the tension building up had reached a fever pitch. Tomorrow, there'd be no going back... -------------- The car ride, around two and a half hours, was driven mostly in silence with the radio turned low. Cassandra kept her paws on the wheel and her eyes to the road ahead while Tiff kept busy, reviewing her map and burying her snout in a sea of Park-Sponsored pamphlets, "If we use the express line, sure, we'll miss out on some of the benefits, but without having to sign all that paperwork, it'll save us a bunch of time!" Cass didn't bother to argue. She had long surrendered over to Tiffany's undeniable will. And as they took the off-ramp their GPS suggested, the gradual dip of the road revealed to them a sight beyond words, forcing them both to stare in awe as their destination was not just one mere place, but an entire LAND, stretching off into the horizon seemingly in every direction! The closer they got, the more it all seemed to close in, surrounding them on all sides. Towering rides, a cloud-piercing skyline, the beach roaring to the right, and behind them, malls and theaters and entertainment expos. And yet they haven't even reached the front gates! It was some small miracle they even found a parking spot, as the cars seemed to stretch on forever in this granite-crusted desert. At some point, they even thought they had ended up in a junkyard, as some of the cars here appeared [i]ancient[/i], rusted and dusty like they haven't moved an inch in decades. But when their collective faith was at its lowest, they caught a spot just wide enough for them to sneak in. Getting out of the car was another question entirely, but they squeezed themselves through in the end. Both had dressed with comfort in mind; Tennis Shoes, T-Shirts with a light jacket over the top. Tiff went with a pair of tight, black jogging shorts, while Cassandra, as she was oft to do, went with grey, stretchy leggings, a bit more conservative, though it still showed off her ass quite nicely. And just as Tiffany said, taking the express line got them through those gates in a flash. All they had to do was shine that postcard at the ticket-taker and they were ushered through a set of chrome turnstiles, and just like that, Taystie Park was there in all its demented glory. The sights, the sounds, even the smells, it was a constant rush for the senses, dizzying and constant, the stimulation nonstop, and that's without having to account for the crush of bodies all around! Luckily, at least for right now, in the main entry plaza of The Park, Tiffany and Cassandra felt anonymous amongst the crowds. They just had to fight their way through it... "Where first?" The lion asked her partner, having to repeat it several times amid the sounds of carnivalistic carnality. Screams of all kind, fear, pleasure, pain, excitement, rang out near and far, as did a thousand and one barking salesmen, all heralding from nearby shops and stalls, trying to pique their interests just enough with promises of exotic fineries, mysterious potions, delicious food (including free samples!), and games of [s]terribly rigged[/s]chance. "Risk a life, win a prize!" "Turn your partner into a sexual tyrannosaurus...literally!" "All meat is locally sourced and provided by guests like you!" Tiffany quickly found out all her hard-laid plans were thwarted, along with that useless map! "I can't find any of these landmarks anywhere! All the shop names are different. Nothing here makes sense!" "Tiff, I told you...it's meant to be this way. To confuse, to disorient. We're supposed to feel lost because we're [i]not[/i] supposed to leave..." Cass spoke with a grave sincerity that got Tiffany to throw away her map in the nearest [s] and oddly person-shaped[/s] trash bin. "Fine..." the zebra sighed, yet there was no lack of determination across her features as she continued, "Let's see what fate has in store..." But twenty minutes of anxious wandering left them feeling like they were walking in circles. They had lost their sense of direction, and so they resorted to taking random turns hoping to stumble upon something halfway promising. Cass and Tiffany saw plenty that boggled the mind, like whole markets hawking "Live Meats", sold raw or roasted to order, where everything sold was a person, smiling and friendly, quite involved in the bartering, teasing and joking while their life hangs in the balance. They bared witness to several sales being made, watched as predator and prey practically jumped into each other's arms, only to then become even more familiar once one started squirming down the other's throat. Tiffany felt rather stupid seeing it all, given how she had come here to create life, when life here was so callously tossed and thrown away. What on Earth were they thinking?! But, just when they were on the verge of giving up, they stumbled upon a food truck with a name that instantly grabbed them, "Fertility Foods: Freshly Shaked Cumcotions!" Getting closer, and spying into the interior through the large ordering window, they could see that the truck was manned by just a single employee...a blue-skinned salamander with a face they'd doubtlessly seen before...and seen often. "Hey, are you Salisha?" Tiffany asked, stepping up to the window with Cassandra not far behind. The lioness nearly grabbed her partner and pulled her away on pure instinct, but she stayed her hand at the last second, "Like the Mascot? You look just like the girl in all the pictures...just, uhh...clothed!" The creature smiled that ever so delicious smile of hers, cheeks stretching even wider as she was recognized, "In the flesh!" Salisha beamed, "What? Are you surprised? We Mascots do all sorts of odd jobs here and there around the Park. Whenever and wherever we're needed! The previous owner, uhm, he bit off a bit more than he could chew, and so, I'm looking over things until we can hire a new replacement! Can you believe it's been the third one this week?" She was dressed in a throwback Soda Shop-type getup, a cloth and canvas uniform dyed with stripes of white and pink pastels, including a pillbox cap on top, rolled up sleeves, and a stainless (to the naked eye) white apron. From the waist down, given the height difference and the countertop between them, was a mystery, hiding what might be her most famous, even trademarked, feature of all: That rubbery and permanently erected dick she carried around. And though it was yet unseen, it's presence could doubtlessly be felt... Tiffany blinked at what may have been her match in terms of outward exuberance. Even the zebra was a little taken aback, left unsure of how to really answer or continue, "Oh...interesting...umm..." she had been scanning the menu's numerous items, with one catching her notice instantly, "Hey, what's a Cum-Jection? It says the price is free...I don't understand..." Cassandra, meanwhile, was keeping a stern watch on the salamander and her food truck. She was getting some seriously bad vibes, and as she scanned the interior, well, a lot of her assumptions were slowly being proven true. White, goopy globs of spilled 'cream' decorated the counters and culinary equipment, whole blenders stuffed and overflowing with the stuff...[i]and more[/i]. She saw hints of telltale remnants that made her heart drop, shapes sticking out from mixing bowls, a few bags near that were bulging with the same sort of contents. [b]Bones[/b]. So many bones. And that could only mean one thing. "...and it's free because you need a willing volunteer...and also because I just love doing it so much! I can't possibly imagine charging for so pleasurable!" Salisha was well into explaining the process when Cassandra abruptly butted in. "Tiffany, I think it's time we got going." she said aloud with about as much calm authority as she can muster, coupled by a tight grip squeezing around the zebra's right wrist. Tiffany just stared back however, gobsmacked, while Sali watched, still grinning like a fiend, yet keeping her peace. The Mascot has seen this a thousand times before, and preferred to watch it play out to its usual conclusion. The drama was just so tantalizing! "Cass..." Tiff started back with a hushed and hurried plea, "Weren't you listening? This is it...this is what we're looking for! She can impregnate [i]you[/i], with [i]me[/i]!" Now it was the lioness's turn to be rendered speechless, "You...but..." she trailed off, still processing it all, her brain scrambling to keep up with this crazy thing they called reality. "Yes...[b]me[/b]. It was always going to be me." Tiffany said back with foolhardy confidence, "I was willing to do anything to make our dream come true. I'll give my body, my life, even my soul, in exchange. Just promise me you'll raise our child up right, and let them know their mom died so they could be born..." Tiff pressed in and delivered a kiss on the mouth, all while Cassandra stood there, her face blank, emotionless, left as helpless as a little girl, "Tiff..." was all she could manage to say, but by then, the zebra had turned back to the food truck with a confident and blissful smile, "My sweet, adorable love here is going to have one Cum-Jection..." "Right away!" Sali answers as the rest did not need to be said. Without much warning, a slot popped open underneath the counter, one was about at shoulders' height for the two below. And through it, the aforementioned dick appeared, its balls not far behind! Turned out Salisha was indeed naked from the waist down! "I'll get working on that right away...well, as soon as you jump on in of course!" That cock looked even bigger up close than it did on all the billboards and commercials. It was this tapered wedge of firm, yet spongy, dick-meat, its dark blue and totally smooth surface giving the impression it was some jumbo-sized sextoy, but that was just the side-effect one got when one were made from rubbery and latex-esque synthflesh like Salisha here. Tiffany was starting to undress, and doing so quicker then Cassandra would like. The lion was still struggling to summon up the words, to break through whatever strange force was keeping her just standing there, inept and infirm. If not for her luxurious fur, she'd look white as a ghost, her body chilled by the thought of what was about to happen...no, what [b]WAS[/b] happening, right now, before her very eyes! "You'll hold on to these, won't you?" Tiffany teased, handing her those bundled up clothes, topped by her socks and tennis shoes. From head to hoof, Tiffany stood naked as can be, and yet, unsurprisingly, she seemed totally at ease, even comfortable. The sight of her, in that state, coupled with that attitude, it was just enough to crack a tiny smile on the lioness, just seconds before an outpouring of loving warmth spread through Cassandra. Tears were flickering in her eyes now as she watched Tiffany step closer, tentatively, the long, black tail on her well-shaped rump swishing with a curious spirit as she reached out with a few fingers, to grasp, and then trace around, the salamander's waiting tip. "You'll fit...they always do!" The Mascot reassures, but the zebra just stared baffled. That slit seemed so tiny. Was it really going to stretch large enough to engulf her entire being? "Take it slow. Feet or head first, it's up to you!" And so Cassandra watched in solemn silence, wiping her tears and biting back her words as Tiff offered one hoof, and then another, and before she could even reckon how, her legs were sucked down inside, encasing them in a moist, warm, and squishy tube that left her skin tingling all over, "Ohh! OHH! Oh wow!" the zebra exclaimed, the sensations weird at first, but bridging towards the pleasant, and even the exciting! "It's a shorter trip than you think, so enjoy it while it lasts! You only get to do it once after all..." Sali told the zebra what she tells almost everyone, and given how quickly Tiffany stuffed an arm in afterward, and how her breathing turned faster, her heart beating to keep up. The way her free arm went to press over and play with her breasts all but confirms it. But she only had a minute before her chest got sucked in as well, not that it keeps her from enjoying herself in such a carnally crazed fashion. In many ways, being stuck in that tight, sucking sleeve made things even better! To the outside world, Cassandra reluctantly included, below the neck her body was a squirmy and shapely bulge, her curves perfectly preserved from just how vacuum-tight the fit was. It's clear that even if minds were somehow changed and second-thoughts had, it would be some battle trying to rip the zebra free from such a possessive grip. Yet Salisha seemed to just be on autopilot, watching with lip-licked amusement as the zebra was spun around slowly, so that her upwards facing head could look out instead, back comfortably at her lion lover, who watched with a barely contained lust. The whole show was stirring things inside Cassandra, deep things, desires and fantasies she long thought were 'just a phase' of her experimental youth. But no, here they were again, stronger than ever, having simply been in hibernation, waiting for just the right stimuli and situation to stir them back to fiery life. "Cass..." Tiffany called amid her groans and pleasured moans, her body fidgeting within that one-size-fits-all straightjacket. Her head was the final blockage keeping her fate at bay. Already, she could feel her hooves slipping into the salamander's waiting nutsack, a place even warmer and wetter, with a layer of creamy spunk already there to greet her with a sticky splash, "Cass...I'm going...I love you, [b]I love you[/b]...g-goodbye!" she could feel and see the cock shuddering and pumping, fighting to pull her down in one last burst of released pressure. Upon seeing this, Cassandra was spurred to action, "Tiffany!" she cried out and launched herself forward, seeking one last kiss, one last taste of those lips before... "Oooompff!" with a frightened squeak, and Cass mere inches away, Tiffany gets pulled in at the literal last second, those mad-wide eyes the last thing her lover sees before she disappears with a wet and meaty *[b][i]SLLLLURPKK[/i][/b]* "Whoopsie!" Salisha giggles down at the shocked and dejected lioness, "But don't worry, you'll be seeing her again soon..." Pain burns in Cassandra's chest as she stares, open-mouthed, at the writhing bulge that twists and tussles under a tight, plastic sheathe, rendering her lover almost completely objectified, dancing a crude dance, as she is tucked away, Tiffany's thoughts and feelings anyone's best guess at this point. Cass wasn't ready to speculate...she wasn't even ready to [b]believe[/b] that this was happening. Salisha, on the other hand, was as calm and cool as a cucumber. It was just a waiting game now as her [i]synthetic[/i] body went about its [i]natural[/i] processes. The Mascot couldn't stop things now even if she wanted! Against her best senses, Cassandra could only watch as her lover was sucked down even deeper, that shaft going smooth once more as the zebra cleared past to instead settle down in the balls below. Her shape is seen on their taut, round surfaces. She shifted and adjusted within her new prison, and Cass swore she could see her girl going at it, an arm stuck between her legs and a hand stroking the gap while the rest of her body flexed, shook, and shuddered in a pleasure parade. "Way to go Tiff..." the lioness breathes out low to herself just as the Mascot snickers and comments, "Mmmfffffffff! Feels like someone's searching for that one last climax before they [b]melt[/b]...Let's hope she finds it...they digest better that way. It's the fighters who end up more skeleton then spunk. I've even had a few loads with bits of hair and an eyeball still stuck in it. Now that's just gross!" Part of her hates it, but still, Cassandra cannot deny her own enflamed sex. This whole loathsome ordeal and everything leading up to it...it left her more bothered than she'd ever willingly admit, [i]"What are you doing?? Your one and only love is about to be killed for God's sake!"[/i] she silently chastised herself to no avail, but it only turned her on that much more... Salisha seemed to sense this conflict, and spoke up regarding it as the zebra below started to move and struggle more vividly, turning almost more desperate, panicked even. Something had changed inside there...or something had [i]started[/i]. Cassandra dared not wonder what though. "Don't beat yourself up over what you're feeling right now. The arousal and the remorse all blurring into one? That's perfectly normal dear. We all miss and mourn those who leave us, but take heart knowing they go out at the absolute peak of pleasure and excitement! No one here ever dies of boredom, believe me!" "Uhh...thanks?" Cass said after a curt pause before she refocused on the shape of her frantic and squirming lover. Something...pushed her...was it love, or maybe a morbid curiosity? Whatever it was, she found herself stepping closer, to which Salisha seemed totally okay with. "Go ahead..." she purred, "Touch her, [i]feel[/i] her...there's nothing else quite like it when the flesh starts to soften up and droop as it liquefies..." Swallowing deeply, Cassandra gave in to it, and reached a hand out to press against the slippery-smooth sack, "You doing okay in there Tiff?" For an answer, the zebra-bulge shifted and pushed right back, and there was a muffled [i]something[/i] heard coming from within. Just that alone softened the lioness considerably, and when the tears started to flow once more, they came from joy instead. "I promise I'm gonna be the best mom possible...I wish you could be there to see it...but...but..." Another sound gurgled low and then the shape began to shudder and twist violently. "Tiff!" Cassandra screamed and reached out to soothe her lover with an arm-wrapping hug, feeling around with her cheek, trying to find Tiffany's on the other side. She never quite confirms if she did or not. Salisha's balls were making an awful churning sound and seemed to be heating up from within, "Oh, she's cooking now!" the Mascot said as her own breaths turned heavier and harder, straining a bit from the automatic reaction her balls had on living prey, coating it in a blend of fast-acting enzymes that digest as much as it converts. For those inside, all they would feel was a strong tingling, their nerves turned to gooey, slippery slosh long before any pain could register. The shape of her lover shook and rumbled as the hungry balls pumped and [i]squeezed[/i] around her. All the while, Cassandra could see and feel Tiffany oozing and breaking away, her fading form getting so soft, so warm, so squishy. Bones were starting to show, but even they weren't immune to the forces at work. Soon they were melting as well, joining with the rest of the creamed Zebra, her movements slowed, dying off, bubbling away...until... "Aaaah...There...I think she's ready!" Salisha said as her balls started to droop with the added liquid bounty that gushed within. Cass, meanwhile, found herself flirting with denial as she hugged and felt over that sack for some sign, any sign, of Tiffany still clinging to life inside those rubbery nuts... But only warm, slurpy, gooey cream remained. Her lover was gone...forever. And though her heart ached knowing she'd never wake up in the morning besides her Zebra or cuddle on the couch, unpacking the day together in idle gossip and comfy clothes, Cassandra could not quell the horrible, almost debilitating, arousal that seethed through her. It only seemed to get worse, and the desire to do something to get off grew and grews. Salisha cut through it all though, snapping Cass's mind back to the moment at hand, "Now she won't stay hyper-fertile for long. My balls have the annoying tendency to turn everything into sterile synth-cum, so the sooner we get her inside you, the better..." The Lioness nodded solemnly and wiggled down her pants and panties till they were bundled at her knees. Placing a hand on the Mascot's turgid cock, she could feel its smooth surface start to jitter and tense with excitement, thick pre-jizz foaming from its quivering tip. It looked like Cass only needed to stick some of it inside and work it for a bit and then...then she and Tiffany would be reunited. Having turned around to face the cock ass-first, she pressed herself up high enough to get that intimidating shaft shoved between her thighs. "Just climb on!" Salisha encouraged her, "It usually fits without too much stretching!" And given how that cock had swallowed her Zebra whole, Cass was more than inclined to believe the salamander. And she was just about to follow through when the oddest damn thought struck her dumb, and a second hunger of sorts drove a spike through her brain. Her stomach growled so viciously that even Salisha could both feel and hear it! "Well, this [b]IS[/b] a food truck after all... You're more than welcome to [i]drink[/i] your meal instead." The thought immediately revolted Cassandra, enough that she turned her head over one shoulder and sneered at the shameless salamander who just returned it with a phony, innocent smile. Yet when she turned away and tried to focus, the thought remained, like a pressing vise, it put an inescapable pressure on the lion, who now grapples with a lustful hunger...and a want to feed, "[sub]I knew I should of ate something before we came here...[/sub]" What a heinous act of betrayal it would be, to instead swallow and waste the very same seed Tiffany had sacrificed her entire being to make and [i][b]become[/b][/i]. She died for this. Then why did that simple fact only serve to inflame her libido and make her mouth start to drip and drool? Her body was in open rebellion against her mind, and though she'd love to say differently, her mind was just a few steps away from giving in and accepting what her body demanded. Cassandra had turned herself back around and was almost face-to-face with that oozing cock-slit, "Better make up your mind soon, whatever it is..." Salisha chided, "But if you ask me...well, I think she'd understand. It seemed like your zebra girlfriend really put you first. I mean, look at the lengths she's gone already! She'd forgive you...not that it really matters anymore..." Cass closed her eyes, and she almost covered her ears. What Salisha was saying sounded too good to them...and it would be so incredibly liberating if she gave in and allowed herself to believe them, full-stop. Some part of her knew it would change everything, that there would be no going back from this new path, one of seemingly blameless excess and hedonism, one where nothing was taboo, and nothing was holy... "Maybe we...this...was meant to be?" it sounded like something Tiff would have said. Taking things at face value, accepting them, even embracing the facts as they were. What was, [i]was[/i], and what is, [i]is[/i]. There's no point in denying what you feel inside. Yes, before she had felt nothing but love for the Tiffany who was, but now, a hunger to consume what's left of her is all she can think about. She just had to do it. She had to know how she'd taste and feel. And Salisha did nothing to stop her...she only watched from above with nothing short of giddy approval and blissful delight, seeing how she had just helped another soul awaken the fire and lust that had always been buried within. She knew as soon as Cassandra held that cock with both hands and took it into her mouth, Taystie Park had just earned a new lifetime membership! And she sucked, driven with carnal knowledge she didn't know she had. Not since her breeding days had she tasted cock...she couldn't believe how bad she truly missed it! "Mmmmpppf!" she moaned around it and swallowed a few inches more, her head bopping, neck craning, building up a rhythm and tempo that would only lead to one thing. Her tongue, meanwhile, was sculpting across the sides, pulling over that pliant flesh, leaving it caked in a thin layer of glossy drool. Nowhere close she could she swallow it all, but she did allow it to hit the back of her throat, and even breach it a few inches at a time, though it did cause her to sputter and gasp for air more than she would have liked. Yet it was all worth it, the primal surge of sexuality coaxing through her body was like an old dream come to life, sucking cock for all to see. She felt an immense weight coming off her shoulders, a slutty, infectious energy the closer Salisha got to nutting her lover straight down her throat, "Get ready...this is a zebra-sized load, remember!" Sali was gripping the edge of the fold-out countertop, hanging on to it for dear life as her balls clench with pent-up force. "She's coming!!!" Sali yeeps, her face crinkled and eyes shut, while on the other end, Cassandra's eyes were wide open, screaming the internal thought, "Oh God...what have I done?!" *[i][b]PLLLlllooooOOOOsssHHH[/b][/i]* Cassandra could regret it all she wanted...there was no stopping the flow once it began. Tiffany's liquified remains hit her hard, the girl nothing but a fresh load of the thickest and stickiest nut-butter imaginable. Having been meant for her womb, it felt utterly depraved and demeaning to her memory to swallow it down her throat instead. But how could it be a [i]waste[/i] if it also felt so good? And there was so much of it! Cassandra strained to take it all without missing a drop. If she was going to drink Tiffany she was going to do her best to slurp down every inch and ounce of her in the process! Still, some was running down her chin and even out her nose before long. Yet still, she clung to the cock and committed to the act, her throat forced to constantly gulp down the goopy zebra sauce well past the point of having her fill. A minute, maybe more, passed before the flow seemed to trickle off. Salisha was breathing through her afterglow, looking just so enchanted, not a hint of guilt about her devious features "I love my job..." she sings as her tail merrily swings behind her. Cassandra, meanwhile, had since popped her mouth off a cock that refused to soften up or shrink, even now. Her thoughts and her concerns were far elsewhere though, as she had sunk to her knees to marvel, and then shortly break, at the sight of her bulged out paunch of a stomach, swollen round by the spoiled chance at life, instead of the promise of one. She thought she should feel like throwing up...but she didn't. In fact, only the warm glow of satisfaction rolled through her, and it was one she couldn't quiet down no matter how hard she tried, "So...this is it then?" she says to the swirling contents of the stomach she cradled in her arms, "Hell of a way to break up, huh?" Now the weight of guilt was but a feather's, and once that belly had shrunk itself back down to perfect flatness, her meal of baby batter squared away and digested, it would be gone completely, rendered just a memory, or even a mere footnote; something she had gotten over and put behind her. Cassandra wiped her mouth and stood back up, pulling her pants and panties up with her, though her cunt remained smeared with her femmy need, still warm and juicy. She'd deal with [i]that[/i] problem soon, and luckily, she was in just the perfect place to do it! Having caught both her breath and her unsettlingly unbroken sunny composure, Salisha smiled big, and knew to bid her farewell, waving as she said, "I hope, in a way, the two of you [b]both[/b] got what you were looking for..." "I do know one of us did..." Cassandra smartly answered as she turned to stride away...but not towards the exit... She still had a long day (or two, or three) ahead of her, so why waste it when there was a huge and sprawling amusement park waiting to be explored? She'd enjoy every sensation her girlfriend could give her as she stewed away in her stomach...for as long as it lasted. The sloshing and bouncing of her all-too-fake pregnant belly gave the prefect tell to fellow preds. They knew the difference, and because of it, Cassandra carried herself with a certain pride and sexy swagger. Already she was getting looks, of interest and approval. She returned most of them absently with a smirk and a wink, as her mind was somewhere else, thinking of her past friends and what fates they must have met here. Would she find them out for herself...and join them? Only excitement beckoned in her chest, and any fear was the fun sort...the curious kind, that spurred one into certain danger and peril because why the hell not? You only live once, and every day, [i]no every minute[/i], might be your last! Cassandra was done holding back, and she liked to think somewhere Tiffany was overjoyed at what they'd both become. "That [s]Tiff[/s]Jizz-Shake was good, but I wonder what, [i]or who[/i], I'll have for lunch..."