The party of three and their eternally young victim sit in peaceful quiet as their break from the action nears a close. Gallileo rests and grooms his fur with his tongue while his tail thwaps on the sheets. Tony fidgets with his tail.

Alathor, meanwhile, holds Ravyn close and whispers to her softly. It's mostly gentle comforts with the occasional tease during her much-needed rest.

The little feather dragon leans into her husband's embrace and appreciates the moment of calm while she has it. 

But this tender moment doesn't last long.

The adult dragon, growing again with desire, suddenly moves his hand to the back of Ravyn's head and pushes her down hard. He guides her directly onto his own very erect shaft.

SCHLRK GLK GLRK

"Mmmf- Sorry, whore, but your cute little mouth is too much to resist~" he says as he holds her down with his cock balls deep in her throat.

Tony and Gallileo look up to watch and gawk. Ravyn meanwhile struggles uselessly and gags loudly on her husband's giant cock. It's so large in contrast to the little dragon that it feels as though she's stuffed her own arm into her throat.

Needless to say, breathing is off the table for the little victim.

Her straining limbs grow weaker, and her eyes roll back as her lungs are starved of oxygen by the cock halfway down her throat. What motions she still manages grow shakier as they gradually falter entirely.

Muffled cries fade to silence, and she goes limp. Alathor only lets her off him when she loses consciousness, though not before he pumps a load deep into her.

SPLRRRRRT SCHLRRRK

Darkness consumes the little one and brings with it momentary reprieve. The veil of unconsciousness can lend her little, however, as regardless of how long it may have been since she'd passed out, moments later as far as she's concerned, Ravyn finds herself awaking to an intense feeling.

PLAP PLAT SPLAP

It all comes to her at once and floods her senses completely. There's a great weight on top of her that she sees is her husband looking down at her. Her undeveloped pussy is packed full, and she feels the familiar sensation of Alathor's cock ramming steadily in and out of her.

Her body is held down firmly on the sheets with her head hanging slightly over the edge.

She lets out a low whine as she's violated before she even fully regains consciousness, but her pleas go unheard today.

PLAT PLAP SLAP

While her vaginal rape continues, shade falls over her scared little face. The head of Gallileo appears above her as the wolf trots over.

The wolf leans down, and suddenly forces his canine tongue into her maw. Ravyn's eyes go wide as the warm, wet, slimy tongue worms its way into her throat. Gallileo's muzzle touches to hers in the forced kiss.

PLAP PLAT SPLAP

Ravyn again finds herself struggling for breath through the soft, plush tongue while her husband continues to have his way with her body. Her heart races, and her muscles, drained of vigor, struggle to keep up with the panic coursing through her helpless little form.

Gallileo simply wags his tail and laps at the inside of her throat while Ravyn gags, sputters, and fights for breath. The intense rape happening to her at the same time certainly doesn't help her situation.

PLAP PLAP PLAT

Just as she's about to fade back into the cold darkness, the wolf pulls away and allows her to get a deep, desperate gasp in. Alathor chuckles a little at her while continuing to pound her pussy.

Tears well up in Ravyn's eyes as her lungs finally find air once more. it's a sight Alathor and Gallileo admire in tandem until their attention is drawn by a shout.

"Hey, fellas, mind movin' her a bit? I could go for some of that ass," the cat says while gently stroking his cock with one hand. His wandering gaze is clearly giving a good oogling to every inch of the helpless, half-conscious little dragon.

"Hm? Sure thing," Alathor pulls halfway out of Ravyn, though he never removes his shaft completely as he shuffles down the bed until his helpless wife's legs dangle over the foot.

PLAT PLAP PLAP

He returns to his pleasure while Tony grabs hold of Ravyn's ankles and forcibly lifts them up and apart.

Gallileo, meanwhile, hops onto the bed and trots toward the little one's still exposed face.

"We say you could climb on the furniture, Sparky?" Tony teases the canine, who only snorts in retort to his companion's heckling.

Tony chuckles to himself a little as he finally plunges his barbed member deep into Ravyn's rear.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

The helpless girl lets out a shout, but one that is quickly cut short.

FBLRRRBFFFT SLOP

Above her squats the feral wolf, and Gallileo drops a foul log directly down Ravyn's throat.

The sudden, foul taste causes an immediate gag, which turns quickly into choking. An earthy, yet sickeningly rancid taste combines with the intense pain of barbed feline girth in her rear to bring Ravyn instantly to intense, flowing tears. No expected sobs or wails can escape her to give audio to her crying.

PLAP PLAP PLAT SPLAP PLAT

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Ravyn tries to scream from the pain and overstimulation of her present penetration combined with the vile taste filling her mouth. It's no use. Not a sound can get through the disgusting blockage clogging her throat.

Tony smacks her ass and slams his barbed shaft harder inside while another log from Gallileo further fills her gullet with disgusting scat. She struggles to even choke it down.

PLAP PLAT PLAT

BLRRRFFFT SPLOP FBLRRRR

The pair taking her ass and pussy laugh at her helpless choking sounds. Wet, foul butt sludge spills over the edges of Ravyn's maw and slides down her face onto the sheets as her throat's capacity and throughput are thoroughly exceeded.

With one last fart to roll over her face and sting her eyes, Gallileo finally finishes relieving himself in the victim turned latrine. But he's not done with her yet.

Ravyn struggles to breathe with her throat packed so full. Her eyes water, and the runoff of shit dripping from her maw mingles with her tears. Despite her best efforts to swallow against her reflexes telling her to puke, she's completely unable to clear her throat of the disgusting obstruction.

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That is until she receives some intervention.

The wolf's twin cocks plunge into her maw, and as the large feral begins to rhythmically drag his flank up and down to push his cock into her again and again, the blockage of scat in Ravyn's throat is forced down into her stomach.

GROOOOOANNNNN

Her head spins with disgust and nausea as she struggles to take much needed breaths around the cocks whenever they slide partway out of her mouth. The feather dragon's belly is bloated out with the horrid filth.

The teases and laughs that should be ringing potently in her ears instead seem worlds away as her distant senses gradually return to her courtesy of the oxygen filling her starving lungs.

She blinks, and suddenly remembers the sickening pain and violation of the three rapists penetrating her in tandem. It's a nausea that builds on that of her fecal meal and makes her begin to uncontrollably sob.

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"Think I can feel my cock poking that dump bloating out her stomach through her colon," Tony comments.

"Certainly shifted the weight around inside her~" Alathor notes.

The sounds of their hips slapping against Ravyn's body as the trio ram her holes fill the air, and those from Gallileo are particularly sickly and wet in their sound provided the filth lubricating his shafts.

PLAT PLAPFT SCHPLAP

The group indulge themselves more and more in Ravyn's helpless body. They push harder, move faster, and probe deeper in pursuit of their sadistic pleasure at her expense. This culminates in a frantic choking and sputtering from the victim.

Her breath is finally pushed beyond her conscious limit by two giant cocks forcing their way into her throat in unison.

Hooting and jeers are the last things she hears, growing fainter around her, before she fades into unconsciousness. Some part of her fears as her vision fades that it could be the last thing she ever hears.

But she won't be escaping their lust that easily.

SPLRRRRRT

Ravyn breathes uneasily when the feral finally finishes in her throat and pulls out. Her body is mostly still in its forced slumber. The helpless feather dragon draws oogling gazes over her, and the group quickly conspire to what they'll do with her while she's out cold.

Tony ultimately takes initiative. He makes no attempt to be gentle as he grabs hold of her and pulls her to face toward his cock where he stands at the edge of the bed.

He places his tip at the edge of her maw and slides his cock into her throat.

FSSHSHHHHSHHHHHHHHH

He lets loose a torrent of urine and pisses directly down her gullet. The golden flow moves down into her stomach while Ravyn remains unconscious.

"Ahhhh~ How's you like my homebrewed lemonade, slut?" the cat taunts to jeers and applause from the others.

 FFSHHHSHHHHHHHSHHHH

The steady, harsh flow continues for a short while as Tony empties his bladder and further fills Ravyn's bloated belly. When he's finally finished, he wipes his cock clean on her tongue and steps aside.

Immediately, Alathor takes his position and levels his cock with her mouth to do the same. He slots himself in and lets loose while Gallileo queues behind him to relieve himself next.

FSHHHSHHHHSHHHHHHHHH

Ravyn's body jerks slightly as she twitches in her position laid by the foot of the bed. Several hands hold her in position regardless.

Through the making of her as their urinal, Ravyn has uncomfortable dreams and vivid nightmares. Scenes of rape and torture and depravity mirroring that which her waking body has been experiencing all day play out in her mind.

Those gathered around her do not know or care what she faces internally, and if anything would only be further amused and aroused by it.

By now, Gallielo steps back from her with his relief complete and his twin shafts wiped clean in Ravyn's maw. The guys already contemplate between each other what to do to her next.

"So, kibble face, how big of a breakfast you have?" Tony asks.

Gallileo scoffs, "Well, if you couldn't tell from how much of my own waste is bulging the whore's midsection right now, quite a large one. Still more in the tank, in fact."

"Ay, now that's exactly what I wanted to hear!" the cat responds, glancing toward Ravyn.

When Ravyn soon wakes, it is to a very unpleasant surprise.

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The three have all taken their positions with their posteriors to each of her holes. From each of the abusing party comes a warm, dense load of foul mud. Her maw is again acquainted with the awful substance, and simultaneously her vagina and ass are filled as well with the mud.

The feeling is uniquely uncomfortable, gross, and violating. The sensation of hot, earthy waste combines with the weight of the three atop her holding her firmly in position.

Just awoken, she is unable to even will herself to scream, though she'd find herself entirely prevented from doing so by the mass in her throat were she to try.

FBLRRRBRLRRRFFFPT SLOUGH BLRRRFFFT FBLRRBLRRRBBLT BLRRGHH

She attempts to struggle, but her resistance is all but futile. The others are far stronger than her young body is.

"Feel pregnant yet?" Tony taunts as he defecates into her pussy. Her womb is being packed tightly with foul soil.

"I enjoyed my breakfast this morning. Still taste good?" Alathor joins in where he drops log after log into her maw.

Ravyn panics as she feels herself slowly begin to lose the battle to choke down the horrid scat faster than it fills her gullet. It's a familiar, hopeless terror.

"A little something from mine to yours~" Gallileo taunts as he drops a log up Ravyn's own rectum.

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The intense soiling through Ravyn's body continues, and her abdomen bloats grotesquely. Her throat bulges as well, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to get any air through it to her tortured lungs.

"How many times you think she can go unconscious in a day?" Tony taunts as he hears the familiar retching sounds from the feather dragon. He can't glimpse the tears forming in her eyes past Ravyn's husband squatting upon her to shit down her throat.

"We're certainly pushing the envelope there~" Gallileo quips.

"I know my wife; she can take more than this~" Alathor responds.

"Let's see if she can take this," Tony retorts before letting loose an enormous dump into the feather dragon's sex.

FBLRRRBRLRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFT

Ravyn tries to scream from the feeling of an enormous mass expanding her womb well beyond its limits. She fails to make a sound, but in the process manages to flood her windpipe with the scat currently packing her mouth and throat.

If she weren't already helplessly choking, she certainly is now.

She flails enough to jerk her young body around slightly between the rigid places she's still held down or gripped by the others, and it is cause only for laughter and taunts. With the weakness and darkness flooding her body and her senses, her struggles do not last for long, however.

"Night night, shit slut~"

Tony's cruel jab is the last thing she hears before her world goes dark once more.

However, though she is not awake to see it, the dust finally begins to settle on the intense session of intent violation. The group disperse, and the guests begin to clean themselves up while Alathor tends to his wife.

Acting quickly, the dragon moves to the unconscious little one and begins to perform CPR to clear her throat, despite the foul taste that comes with it.

"She really gonna be alright after all that? Goddamn," Tony comments.

"I know him well," Gallileo nods toward the adult dragon, "He would never truly imperil his love. He's a good man."

"Huh. Well, snacks?" Tony nods toward the door out toward the kitchen.

Gallileo, seeing Alathor well occupied, considers that his friend and host certainly doesn't mind their browsing of his fridge, "Yes, that does sound nice at the moment."

While the others are away, Alathor finds himself having brief alone time with his unconscious wife, who resumes breathing when he's fully cleared her airways. He wipes the sweat from his brow, but before he gets up to visit the restroom and use some mouthwash, he leans in close to the feather dragon in her forced slumber.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" he whispers tenderly, "You're really something special to me."

Alathor wraps his arms around Ravyn, and he soon finds himself gently grinding against her thigh.

"Just know, darling, all this," he continues to speak softly, "it's because I love you, more than words can say."

The other two return, with Tony the designated snack carrier for the both of them thanks to his opposable thumbs. They don't even bat an eye at the scene before them, though their presence is enough to draw Alathor to pull away and resume cleaning himself and his wife up.

There is a moment of calm. Daylight no longer pours in through the window brilliantly like before, as the Sun has made much of its journey across the sky already. It won't be long before sunset.

Gallileo and Tony eat their snacks in a comfortable silence while Alathor carries an unconscious Ravyn off to the bathroom to get cleaned up. It drones on peacefully for a few brief minutes.

But eventually, the silence is finally broken by a question, "Think he's fuckin' her in there?"

Tony stares expectantly at Gallileo to answer.

"No. If I had to place my bets, I'd say he won't have time to between flushing all that manure out of her system and cleaning himself up after that mouth-to-mouth CPR," the wolf responds thoughtfully.

"Eh, life finds a way," the cat comments.

Soon enough, however, Alathor returns with Ravyn cradled in his arms. She's noticeably deflated after how bloated she'd become before.

"How the hell she sleep through all that?" Tony comments on the still unconscious feather dragon.

"Well, it isn't exactly sleeping," Alathor replies, "She'll take a bit more to wake up again."

He lays her gently on the bed, sprawled out in her calm stillness.

There's a short moment of silence before Tony lays himself up beside her and wraps an arm around her body. His free hand reaches up to gently pet her head.

"Y'know, she really is a sweet little thing..." he says quietly, perhaps more to himself than the others.

Naturally, Alathor is quick to join is friend in doting over the little dragon. He sits beside the two and moves a hand to gently caress her cheek.

"Yeah... I'm lucky to have her, for sure," he says fondly.

Gallileo hops onto the bed to curl up against Ravyn's legs. His tail thwaps softly against the bed while he leans into her.

"It's nice, just... being able to enjoy her so fully like this," Alathor says quietly.

"Sure is. Feels fucking great. And, well, she is an awful cute thing," Tony responds, to which the adult dragon only nods. 

"It must be lovely," Gallileo comments, "to enjoy her company always."

"It really is."

A calm quiet falls upon the three that lingers heavy in the air while they move their hands slowly to pet and caress her frail, sleeping form. Despite the circumstances of her unconsciousness, she rests peacefully for the moment.

After a short few minutes that none can keep track of in the gentle silence, Ravyn finally stirs. Her fingers twitch, and her eyes slowly open.

"Morning, sleepyhead~" Tony taunts in a bit of a sing-song voice, "Ready for another round?"

Alathor silently moves a hand to help her sit up.

"You don't get a say, by the way," the cat adds to his little victim.

GRWWWWWL

"Damn, what'd you put in all the food in your fridge? Feel like I could shit again already. Mind if I—" Tony is cut off.

Alathor has a tight grip on the little dragon and is pulling her in close, "Think I might prefer to get some one on one with her first, if you wouldn't mind~"

Tony shrugs, "Yeah, yeah, alright."

Gallileo hops onto the floor again, "Looking for some action with me, then?"

"Oh, if I have to, fleabag," the cat teases while bending himself over the bed.

Gallileo scoffs at the crudeness of the cat, but regardless trots up and hops his front paws up to rest at Tony's shoulders. He lines himself up with the cat and ruts inside.

PLAT PLAP PLAP

"Umph- how'd you not split that kid open?" Tony asks as the twin shafts penetrate his rear end. The fully grown adult handles them far better than the young dragon had, but it's still quite intense. Even with the scat packed into his rectum acting as a crude lubricant, it's a lot to take.

Gallileo huffs in Tony's ear as he gets thoroughly into motion.

Alathor, meanwhile, is having his way with his young wife. He lays on his side with arms and legs tightly entwined over Ravyn's much smaller body. He has to curl up slightly to force his cock into her ass while simultaneously biting her neck. And he bites hard.

For once unmuffled, Ravyn screams and wails with the pain as her husband's teeth sink in deep. The sound is music to Alathor's ears, and it spurs him on to bite harder and harder.

PLAPT PLAT PLAP PLAP

Guttural moans and the gentle smack of hips mingle with the creaking of the bed to form a backdrop of sound contrasting the loud shrieks from the recently awoken little dragon.

"Ngh- That all you got?" escapes the words from Tony's tongue, though perhaps were he less proud he'd instead ask the wolf to ease up a bit. The enormous feral is spurred on by the wails filling the air, and the carnal hunger within him grows more fierce by the second.

PLAP PLAT PLAPT PLAFT PLAP

Blood drips down Ravyn's neck. Her voice grows hoarse from her pained screams. Alathor's breath rolls hot and heavy over her cheek, and his grunts and moans reverberate through her entire body.

Tony meanwhile is enjoying himself, even if he is struggling to handle the size of Gallileo's shafts.

"Still think I'm a fleabag?" the wolf taunts as he rams into the cat again and again.

"Let me think- Ungh- Heh, yeah! Harder, tail wagger," the cat teases back.

PLAP PLAFT PLAPT PLAP SPLRRRRRT

The intense sex mounts to a hard climax, and Tony can't help but shoot ropes of cum between the bed and his own belly as Gallileo pumps his own load into him from behind.

Alathor isn't far behind the duo, and he promptly orgasms as well. His teeth clamp down so hard in his moment of gratuitous climax that Ravyn feels as though he may tear out her throat entirely.

The four fall near silent aside from Ravyn, who still whimpers and sobs.

Alathor finally pulls out of her rear with a loud pop, and Gallileo pulls out of Tony, though he does so slowly to avoid the cat inadvertently shitting on the floor with how much waste is packed into his colon at the moment.

Trying to act nonchalant despite being obviously out of breath, the cat turns to Alathor, "Wanna— trade partners? Have a turn with the dog. I want to get my hands on that bitch of yours and remind her how shit tastes. Y'know, in case she's already forgotten~"

Alathor gets up, stretches, then pushes Ravyn toward the lustful cat, "Have at her~"

Tony rubs his hands together and licks his chops while Ravyn continues to whine and sob.

"Open wide, shit face~" he teases as he forces open her maw with both hands.

Ravyn is barely able to resist after all she's been through today. She doesn't make it difficult to overpower her.

Her eyes dart around as the cat positions his asshole to her forcibly opened maw, but the other two are busy flirting and feeling each other up, which is a somewhat awkward dynamic when one is effectively an overgrown dog in physicality.

"Hope you're still hungry, runt~" Tony gives one last taunt before letting loose.

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A disgusting, runny mass of cock-mashed shit evacuates Tony's bowels directly into Ravyn's maw. The filth could almost be called seasoned with how the salty tang of semen has been mixed into its rotten, earthy flavor. It's a combination of two tastes the little dragon has gotten all too familiar with today.

"Glad you can pack away so much of this shit~ Eat up~" the cat taunts while Ravyn's eyes water.

At least this time she's able to choke it down fast enough to keep breathing.

On the other side of the bed, Gallileo has rolled onto his back, and Alathor straddles him. The dragon rubs the wolf's belly while grinding his cock gently against the canine's two. He leans in now and then for a wet, sloppy kiss.

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With a bit more grunting and pushing, Tony finally vacates his bowels entirely. Ravyn manages to choke it all down, but not before the cat slides his barbed cock deep into her maw. The irregular shape means an especially great amount of the foul substance gets caught on his shaft before Ravyn swallows it all. The waste catches between the barbs and ensures for the entire throat fucking session to come, Ravyn will be tasting it on her tongue.

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"Fuck, how's your throat still feel so damn good after what we've done to ya today?" the cat comments and hastens his intense throat fucking.

Ravyn gags from the horrible taste and winces from the barbs scraping her maw and throat, but she barely moves to fight it anymore. She's been quite thoroughly broken in her spirits by now.

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"Yeah, those're the sounds I like to hear~ Gag harder, bitch~" Tony gets a grip behind Ravyn's head to hold her in place and hump faster and faster. His tail lashes with excitement while he pleasures himself with the helpless dragon.

Behind him, meanwhile, Alathor and Gallileo have tilted their heads opposite directions to enable themselves to interlock their varied maws in a passionate kiss. The pair frot intensely, and Alathor lets his hands wander to feel up and rub Gallileo's body while the canine's less dexterous paws simply hang and twitch in the air.

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"Think any little slut like you's gobbled up this much shit and this much cock in one day before? I'd fuckin' doubt it!" the cat mocks Ravyn as he continues to furiously throat fuck the dragon.

Ravyn's broken spirit is mirrored in her mostly limp body, though her eyes barely manage to leak tears that run slowly down her face, one after the other. It's almost impressive that she still manages to shed tears; by now the crying has certainly started to dehydrate her.

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The faster and faster motions of the cat's hips provide Ravyn with hope that his approaching orgasm will be the end of her torment for the day. After all, it is becoming quite late. Tony, however, has a bit of an idea brewing in the back of his head, which he'll piece together fully when his mind isn't so occupied by lust.

PLAP PLAT SPLRRRRRT

He finally slams inside of her one last time, hard enough that his barbed cock draws blood, and he shoots a thick rope of cum directly down her throat. It goes down with a small helping of residual filth.

Ravyn only lays helplessly, retching and sobbing when Tony pulls out, and he smacks her on the side of the head for good measure.

SMACK

"Dumb fuckin' fleshlight," he mutters.

The feline then stretches and turns to the other two, "So how about a grand finale~?"

Alathor and Gallileo are in the middle of a somewhat tender moment. They've both achieved a much gentler climax. Tony's voice snaps them out of their mutual trance, eyes locked with one other, maws inches apart, and fresh spunk sandwiched between their midsections.

After a moment to collect themselves, they both murmur agreement.

The pair pick themselves up and approach a wide-eyed and frightened Ravyn, upon whom's shoulder Tony's hand is clasped. The cat wears a crooked smile on his face.

GWWWRRRRLLLLLLL

A rumble ripples through all three of their guts simultaneously, and it doesn't take a single word for them to all mutually understand their plan.

Tony claims his premiere seat squatting with his rear planted firmly over the little dragon's maw while the other two close in on her. Gallileo squats over her pussy, faced toward his feline companion, while Alathor presses his tail against the wolf's to get into a comfortable position for ass to ass defecation.

"Ready for a fuckin' buffet, shit eater?" Tony taunts.

His words are cut off by a grunt, and his bowls spring into motion.

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The little dragon is first hit by the horrid taste on her tongue that is growing all too familiar. The warm, foul mass fills her mouth and begins to force its way into her throat. 

Not a moment later, her vagina is bloated out with the uncomfortably earthy logs Gallileo presses out. A helping of her own husband's dung joins the disgusting and overwhelming sensation by packing into her colon.

Ravyn squirms and makes muffled cries that tickle Tony's ass where it's parked to shit into her maw. Tony and Alathor laugh between grunts at her horrible misfortune, while Gallileo howls wildly in his decadence.

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The putrid party persist in unloading their bowels into Ravyn from all angles. She soon feels just as she had before: full to bursting, as if every inch of her innards were strained and bloated with vile scat and her own flesh and viscera were overcrowded by a greater mass of manure taking up the volume of her body.

Tears form in her eyes but are wiped unevenly away by the thighs of the cat currently dropping logs into her maw. Tony doesn't heed the slight moisture beneath his legs, however. He just huffs and grunts and stuffs Ravyn's gullet with another brown slurry.

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"Havin' fun~?" the cat leans in and teases the wolf in front of him, who despite his generally somewhat graceful cadence, is clearly lost in quite bestial, brutal satisfaction at his own present cruelty.

"Don't give me that look," Gallileo snorts and admittedly blushes slightly at the smirk on Tony's face.

"C'mon, lighten up, we're turnin this kid's midsection into a septic tank together," Tony replies with a brief pause to evacuate another dense log from his colon, "This ain't a fancy restaurant or a dinner party."

Ravyn barely hears the conversation going on right on top of her. Her head is spinning, and all sound seems distant with the overwhelming sensations fogging her horrified mind. She barely even registers the shifting of weight on top of her when the pair lean in for a kiss. She's too busy trying to process her ceaseless disgust and horror.

To the sadistic cat and canine, her agony makes a perfect backdrop for their own interpersonal indulgences.

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Her husband, meanwhile, is lightly stroking his well erect shaft while forcing thick turds directly from his own rear into hers. He keeps his masturbation sparse to avert even coming close to orgasming before he's ready to finish inside her one last time for the night.

Teardrops stream from Ravyn's eyes, and she feels as though the rancid filth inside her might become too much to contain and start leaking out right there with the tears.

Just as she feels something inside her might rupture were another ounce packed into her body, the brown flow slows to a stop as the three cruel adults have finally emptied their bowels entirely.

Tony and Gallileo pull away from a kiss with a string of spit between them. Tony grins like mad, while Gallileo turns his head away in some attempt to maintain his dignity, though his wagging tail more than gives away his feelings.

Alathor meanwhile simply moves to stand then turns to face the helpless dragon with the rest of the group.

Woozy and lightheaded, Ravyn barely manages to prop herself halfway into a position sitting up in bed. Tony, however. promptly places a hand on her chest to push her back down. With her grotesquely bloated gut of reeking filth, even this simple motion is acutely painful.

"Don't think you're goin' nowhere yet, tuts~" the cat straddles her with his legs parallel to her arms and his cock looming close to her maw, "Your mouth feels too fuckin' good for me to let you off without one last taste of my spunk for the road~"

At the same time, the helpless feather dragon hears movement coming from the foot of the bed where her more sensitive bits remain. Tony is taking up most of her view, but she feels the shafts of the other two prodding threateningly at her exposed and shit filled holes.

She doesn't get to process the feeling for long before the three all help themselves to the pleasure of her flesh simultaneously. Tony's barbed cock forces its way into her maw and grants her the now familiar sensation of scraping against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Gallileo's twin shafts probe deep into her pussy and cause a bit of runny scat to squeeze out around them. Her husband inserts himself into her rear with a satisfied moan as his tip slides inside.

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All at once, her groaning, overstuffed insides are disturbed by the intense, rigorous motions of the trio raping her from all angles at once. The warm, earthy mess coats their shafts as they plunge inside again and again. Ravyn is lost in a desperate, hopeless plea for it to stop that won't be answered until all of her rapists are fully satisfied.

"Worthless fuckin' shit bitch, hope you'll thank us for giving you something to live for when we're done," Tony hisses as he completely loses himself in his decadent pleasure.

"I've gnawed chew toys more dignified. Pathetic," barks Gallileo between thrusts where he sits atop her.

"Fucking take it," Alathor grunts simply.

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Ravyn can't even squirm in her bloated, violated agony. Tears well up in her eyes, and she can't move to wipe them. The vicious pounding continues unabated, and her world remains completely smothered in the feeling of fullness, the unbearable filth clogging all her senses, and the sound of the three hooting and jeering at her misfortune.

The sloughing and squelching sounds of fresh manure plunged by needy, twitching cocks are something she can feel as much as she can hear. It's a cacophony she is given no choice but to bear for herself.

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Tony grips Ravyn by the ears as he plows her mercilessly. He forces his barbed shaft into her throat again and again as quickly as he can will his hips to move in their steady motion.

Gallileo impulsively claws Ravyn's chest as he works his twin shafts in her cunt. The wolf can't help but howl, the further into his cruel rape he gets.

Alathor keeps hold of Ravyn's legs while ramming into her rear. He's utterly lost in the sensations, but unlike his victim wife, he's very much enjoying it all.

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Tension mounts as the three approach climax. Ravyn feels a knot in her throat from her nerves as the members prodding her holes pulse and twitch, which is rather ironic considering the cock she's throating isn't canine.

Blood trickles over her chest where Gallileo claws at her. Her throat burns with agony from Tony's barbs. Alathor gives her ass a hard smack.

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A chorus of huffs and moans billows behind the roar of what is being done to Ravyn's body. All the smacking of flesh on flesh, the squelching of putrid shit, and the uneasy workings of her body combine to fill the room with clamorous noise.

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"Fuck, I'm gonna fucking— Mgh!" Tony grunts as he approaches climax. The cat pounds harder and harder into Ravyn. She feels like his hips are going to break her nose.

Gallileo lets out feral groans and howls. He works with the force and ferocity of a shark that's caught a whiff of blood in the water, and his claws certainly pool a bit of blood on Ravyn's chest.

Alathor digs his own claws into Ravyn's legs where he grips her tight to hold steady. It's enough to draw blood, but barely. It's just another blip on Ravyn's radar for the pain she is feeling, and the light of a thousand points is blinding to the helpless victim.

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The intense pounding, clawing, and overwhelming noises and sensations all come to a head when the three reach orgasm in tandem. Each pumps a heavy load of cum into Ravyn and gets a couple more thrusts in before growing still.

Ravyn, who has gone from feeling like she were being torn apart to this uncomfortable stillness so quickly, is too dazed to make out anything more than the simple fact of groaning and moaning and panting above her while her rapists let the feeling wash over them.

Then, it is finally over.

The pile of finally satiated men disperses slowly from Ravyn. With the soft settling of sheet and mattress beneath their weight, Gallileo and Tony find spots to rest higher up on the bed. They save their banter while they gaze down at Alathor leaned over the dazed and defiled victim. Catching their breath is just on the forefront of their concerns at the moment, second only to Ravyn's wellbeing.

"Shhh, you did real good," Alathor coos to his battered wife as he slowly tends to everything he and his friends had inflicted upon her.

He picks a towel he doesn't mind parting with shortly to gently wipe down the bodily fluids caked into her feathers and dripping over her weak body. It's ultimately soaked in a multi-colored mix that all four have contributed to.

And his next move is to apply disinfectant to Ravyn's wounds and bandage them carefully.

"It's alright, you're safe now. It's over now. I'm really proud of you, and you made us feel so good," Alathor whispers to her in a fond voice while Ravyn groans on the bed with each limb carefully lifted into the air to be treated.

Along with changing prior bandages, his prompt first aid has already helped her slowly start to feel better, though an ice pack and perhaps a small treat to come after she's fully cleaned up will likely help quite a bit more.

"I'm going to go clean her out in the bathroom," the adult dragon looks up to his guests, "Help yourselves to refreshments from the fridge. Grab Ravyn a juice box, ice pack, and a little treat while you're up, please."

Ravyn is lifted gently into the air, and though the resettling of filth inside her makes her stomach turn, being held like this is quite comforting.

Alathor carries her slowly, gently into the restroom while the pair of guests slink out behind him and make for the kitchen.

"It's going to be alright, darling," he coos softly as he places her gently on the toilet, "Let's get you all cleaned out."

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With a gentle press on her belly, Alathor slowly helps her pass the waste that's filled both her holes. "Just let it all out. Nice and easy."

She shudders and groans quietly in her discomfort as she pushes out the foreign feces from her system. The suffering eases as her vagina and colon gradually empty, but the sickening weight in her stomach has gone nowhere.

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One push at a time, she finally finds herself emptied out, minus her still engorged stomach. 

"How are you feeling, hun?" Alathor asks gently. 

He kneels in front of her and leans toward her to tend gently to her needs.

"Nauseous at all? If you think you might spit it up, then go ahead. Otherwise, I'll get you some water to dilute it. Once it passes, you should feel a lot better," he assures her.

"I... I think I might throw up," Ravyn quietly manages to utter.

"Shhh, it's alright, go ahead," Alathor comforts and coos her as he pulls her slowly into a position in front of the bowl of the toilet with her face leaned over.

On the other side of the bathroom door, Tony and Gallileo return to the bedroom that has seen so much excitement tonight. They carry a wealth of snacks and refreshments that really border on being dinner, which is fitting for how much time has passed since they arrived.

The pair's appetites are put on hold, however, by the sounds of retching coming from the bathroom, followed by disgusting plopping more fit for defecation than vomiting.

An awkward, idle chatter starts up between them when the foul noises are replaced by sounds of running water from the shower.

"So, guess he got her emptied out, eh?" Tony comments.

"I'd rather not comment on the matter," Gallileo replies with his gaze upon a bag of cheese-caked crackers, "I am looking to regain my appetite tonight, if I may."

"Yeah, yeah," Tony replies as he opens a bag of pretzels, "Well I'm over it already."

Conversation does slow with the cat's maw now preoccupied, but Gallileo doesn't mind to simply relax and occasionally shoot an odd question or share a stray thought.

"Do you suppose she'll be alright after all that?" Gallileo asks.

Tony takes a moment to swallow his current mouthful, "Thought you were so sure Alathor wasn't gonna let her get too fucked up."

"I still hold that belief," Gallileo replies, "But it does still amaze me somewhat what she's been through today."

"Eh, she'll be alright. Especially after a good shower. She was starting to fuckin' stink," the cat comments.

"Hm, speaking of, the sheets do need washed now, don't they?" Gallileo prompts.

Tony hops up and, in his disregard for sensitivity and privacy, digs through Alathor's dresser.

"He's got a change of sheets clean in here already. Get up and I'll swap 'em out."

It's a few minutes later when Alathor returns from the bathroom with Ravyn held gently in his arms. He enters the room to changed bedding and the guests sat comfortably at the head of the bed sharing snacks.

"Oh, thanks for changing the sheets. I'll have to get the ones from before washed soon," Alathor comments.

"Might just toss 'em at this point," Tony replies.

"Perhaps," comes the simple reply from the dragon.

He takes a seat toward the foot of the bed and sits Ravyn on his lap. He helps himself to inserting his cock into her in the process, but unlike before, he's quite gentle as he does so. Despite all the violation throughout the day, being comfortably, casually made love to still feels nice to Ravyn.

She rests on her husband's lap while he lifts his leg to bounce her on his cock just slightly.

A few moments pass in silence while Ravyn enjoys a juice box and some fruit snacks and Alathor applies an ice pack over her bandaged wounds. Then, Gallileo crawls forward on the bed.

His long tongue laps affectionately at Ravyn's cheek, prompting her to giggle.

"Thank you for the enjoyment you've brought us tonight," the wolf says sincerely, "I can see how much you've hurt for our pleasure, and I'm glad to see your spirit largely unburdened after the fact."

With his tail wagging silently, Gallileo gently nuzzles up against Ravyn.

"Ah, what the hell," Tony shrugs and moves forward as well, "You been good fer us, tuts."

The cat brings forward an arm to gently pet and caress the little dragon where she sits still bouncing on Alathor's lap.

"Glad I got the chance to know ya," he says as he finally leans in for a full hug, "And take you for a spin."

Aside from the four's breathing and the subtle sounds of motion from where Alathor keeps Ravyn moving pleasurably over his shaft, the room is silent for a moment.

But the warm moment subsides, and the guests move back a bit to regain themselves for their trips home.

"Well, been nice comin' over, meetin' the wife, all that," Tony comments.

"Indeed it has. Thank you for inviting us, Alathor," Gallileo adds.

"It's been great having you both over," Alathor replies while petting Ravyn's head.

Tony finally hops up, "Guess I gotta get goin' pretty soon."

He starts making for the door, "You lot have a good one. And good luck figuring out who the father is when the pregnancy test comes back positive. Heh."

"I suppose then, I should take my leave as well and give you all some privacy to unwind," Gallileo departs from the bed, "Thank you again. Farewell, and have a good night, both of you."

"Bye. Have a safe trip," Alathor bids his own farewell.

Ravyn simply gives a small wave.

The gentle bouncing slows to a stop. Alathor holds Ravyn close on his chest.

"I love you, sweetheart," he says softly, "I'll always love you."

He gently maneuvers himself toward the head of the bed and into a position laying closely with his lovely wife. A reach forward turns out the lamp on his nightstand, and shortly the pair find themselves falling into comfortable sleep together.

With his cock still inserted and Ravyn held in his arms like a teddy bear, Alathor quickly falls asleep.

Ravyn follows shortly after.

She's been gnawed and raped and bruised and defiled and had a mess made of her today, but with tender care and a thorough cleaning up, Ravyn now rests easy. Her head hasn't quite stopped spinning, but dreams find her quickly regardless.

It's been a lovely day for everyone involved, in the end.