It was a crowded night at Cafe l’Amour when Morca and Sandy arrived for their date. It was ALWAYS crowded, but that’s part of why they picked it. The pair drew quite a few glances, first from Morca’s size and the pair’s lack of clothes, and later from the massive portions they ordered for their meal. Steaks, pasta, fancy dishes that demanded an accent, all were brought out and promptly vanished before the two.

Their waiter, a red panda with a particularly gleeful expression at expecting quite a tip for the night, approached them when they finally seemed to slow down for a bit. “So, have you two saved room for desert?” he asked.

Sandy looked over the dessert menu, pretending to look over his options, before setting it down. “Hmm, could you bring over the cat from the other table? If that’s ok with you Morca.” The big dragon nodded.

The waiter, a bit perplexed, did as he was asked. He had a quick talk with the other patron, and the two came over. “Yes? You wanted to talk about something?”

“Nah, just ordering dessert,” said Sandy. Before the cat or waiter could react, he picked up the cat, brought him over to Morca, and shoved him headfirst into the dragon’s sheath. There was a gasp from the waiter, as Morca’s shaft found purchase on the meal and dragged him inside, feline paws kicking and squirming as they were swallowed whole.

As the cat settled down into one of Morca’s nuts, he sat back and breathed a pleasured sigh… coincidentally blocking the door. “Mmm, he was satisfying… but I could do with a bit more to eat.”

As if one cue, the cat’s vixen date stormed up. “Hey, I was seeing him! Could you cough him up and devour someone else instead?”

“Bit late for that…” mused Sandy. “Still… could always churn up with him…”

The vixen blushed and stammered, trying to retort, but was too flustered to say anything before she too slid down Morca’s stiffening shaft, adding another squirmy bulge to his sheath.

“Now, who next…” asked Morca as he looked over the crowd, then behind him to where a mouse boy was trying to squeeze past his haunches. He delicately picked the mouse up by the shirt and dangled him in front of his cock. “Going somewhere?”

“Ah, just to my car... I forgot my wallet, I was going to come back, I swear!” he squeaked out.

“Really? Knowing I was still here and hungry?” asked Morca.

“...you’re not buying it are you.” the mouse said, ashamed.

“Not in the least,” replied Morca, and the mouse slid down as well.

The mouse’s date, an adorable fennec, was the next to go, then a pangolin couple, a bit of pre spurting out as they went in. “Think I’m getting a bit full here…” said Morca.

There was a sigh of relief from the crowd as folks assumed they’d be making it back home now. A few scandalous gasps as Morca began to jerk off in front of them. The occasional question that, surely the pair were joking about those folks being dessert, they’d be fine right? Some held out hope even as the bulges softened out, even as they faded entirely to just a smooth and round pair of balls.

Morca was already pretty close just from the prey squirming and melting down already. It wasn’t long before he roared out, his cock throbbed, and a massive load shot out across the cafe, splattering on the row of tables in front of him. Gallon after gallon spurted out as the dragon rode out his orgasm, only slowing down to a dribble once he’d emptied about six people’s worth. “There we go… made room.”

As the crowd realized they were all going to wind up as food, Sandy resumed bringing them over as Morca remained at his post by the door. They were just about done with another batch when their waiter approached them. “Umm… sirs, if it’s alright could you please stop devouring our patrons? You’re making quite a mess, and guess who’ll have to clean it up!” He glanced over at the spreading puddle of jizz coating the floor, clearly distraught.

“Someone else will have to, don’t worry about it!” exclaimed Sandy happily.

“I’m your waiter, you’re my responsibility! They’ll make me do it, I just know it!” the red panda shouted.

“No, they won’t,” said Sandy as he picked the waiter up.

“...oh.” was all the adorable staff member had to say as he became just another bulge squirming down Morca’s cock. Before long, he was digested with the next batch of guests and shot out as nothing more than warm dragon seed, his nametag somehow surviving to float in the ever growing puddle.

The two continued to gorge Morca’s shaft on the remaining diners and wait staff. As the waiters began to vanish, curious kitchen staff came out to see what was going on… and found themselves on the menu as well. 

Eventually it was down to one last dishwasher from the back. He was complaining that becoming a cocksnack wasn’t listed on the company’s list of hazards when he signed on, but found himself nonetheless just another bulge squirming inside Morca’s sheath in the end. “There we go… finally full and satisfied?” asked Sandy.

Morca gave his squirming nuts a poke. He was just about full again. “That’s probably enough for one night. Not bad for a first date.”

There was a stir from one of the tables as a wolf crawled out from his hiding place. “Oh thank goodness, I get to go home after all!”

“...well, I could probably see if I have room for one more…” said the dragon.

“H-hey! You just said you were satisfied! It’s just one more, what’s the harm in that? It’ll mean a lot to me if you let me go.”

“True…” mused Morca. “But on the other hand…” he picked up the wolf and shoved him down to join the rest. “There we go. NOW I’m satisfied.”

They waited a bit to see if any other stragglers came out, before finally leaving the cafe. Morca swayed his hips as he went, full and weighty balls swinging back and forth.