Applause slowly rose to an uproar when the glowing sign demanded. A few audience members got to their feet, cheering for their unseen host behind the curtain. Then, that curtain rose and the cheering grew even louder, filling the studio with rumbling noise as a grinning figure seated behind a microphone came partially into view. It was a rolling cacophony made all the noisier when the show's host joined in on the collective noise with a shuddering cackle of her own. 

	"Welllllcome slabs, welcome giblets, welcome to every flavour of meat out there right now," she boomed, her voice at the same time thunderous as it was shaky with barely-contained laughter.

	The lights went up and revealed her from the shadows, casting an even brighter gleam on her long, grinning fangs. The silver-furred hyena was adorned with dark black stripes, though they were concealed beneath a flashy pinstriped suit. Despite the stripes, she still cackled like her spotted brethren. With eyes burning in a weird red glow, she riled up the crowd in that slightly cracked voice.

	"You all know why we're here. I know why I'm here. It's Friday night. Six-oh-six o'clock. That means it's time for..."

	She let her sentence trail off and simply held her hands out to the enraptured audience to let them finish for her. They did, enthusiastically chanting each word out in unison. 

	"FRIDAY! FLESH! FEAST!"

	The host cackled her approval. "That's right. Now, let's meet our contestants for the night. I don't think any introduction is needed. One look should speak for itself."

	A swell of music, and in walked the first team of contestants. A screen flashed with their names. 'Indira and Mahiri.' The first of them strode confidently, and calmly seemingly ignoring all the voices around her, and eyes upon her. She was a lean and curvaceous tigress, with long black hair that fell silky over her shoulders of azure fur. Though unusually coloured, the blue of her stripey coat looked natural, what little was visible above beyond the limits of the violet and black sari she was wrapped in. 

	Her steely, unwavering gaze was contrasted by her son beside her. The leopard was taller, but similarly curved, with long crimson hair that added to his feminine shape. He was swishing his tail, enjoying the attention to his mostly naked spots, dressed just in some hip-huggingly tight pants and topless Be he was also looking a bit nervous. All the shouting voices, all the stares, he couldn't quite keep his attention off of them. His stride was also slightly uneven, hinting at a bit of intoxication. Just something to get him prepared for the crowd. 

	Then another music track blared, this one deep, chugging with a chunky bass line as the first pair's opponants entered. 'Adriana and Minerva', read the garish screen. That was introduction enough for the two tigresses, who towered above the first pair and made them look so very lean with their generous bulk.

	The mother of the pair was Adriana, a thickly-built tigress padded impressively with muscle. Her shoulders were broad, her arms bulging with strength, but she maintained some soft femininity despite her size. Her stripes gleamed an emerald green, shining bright under the stage lights. Some onlookers shied away from her glare when she met their eyes, not bemused by their staring, but simply staring right back, flexing for a few of them as her muscles bulged under her single-piece swimsuit. 

	Her daughter was smaller, less imposing, but still much taller than the other competitors. Minerva moved with a swishing grace, slightly jiggling her breasts about as she went in with a grin on her lips. The blue-furred cat shared some colours with the smaller, older tigress across from her, but she was bigger, stronger, and her shorts obviously bulged with something not quite female, drawing plenty of interested eyes. 

	The two teams faced each other, eyes darting here and there. The two mothers with their jaws set, confident but not aggressive. This wasn't a showdown of force, so there was no need to show their fangs, figuratively and literally. But they knew how this worked. Only one of them would be walking away.

	As for Mahiri and Minerva, they exchanged smiles. The leopard tried to match her gaze, but found himself glancing away from her. She was imposing for one, but that wasn't what got his emerald eyes wandering, taking in every one of those shapely, enticing details. Minie just softly laughed to see the other cat acting so shy, knowing just how much an advantage her side would have over such an easily flustered boy like him. She swished her tail and gave him a big toothy grin that didn't help his situation any.
	
	The host's voice crackled as it echoed throughout the studio. "Right, right, you've exchanged your pleasantries. Now... let's see what the dice say!"

	That brought another uproarious reaction from the crowd. A big screen flashed on, displaying a rendering of four six-sided dice, their pips glowing red. They tumbled about with a great clattering sound effect, and then faded away, their actual result meaningless while all the real decisions went on behind-the-scenes. Replacing them was the names of the four competitors, shuffling around with each other, until they finally came to a stop.

	Minerva's name ended up right next to Indira's, and Adriana's with Mahiri's. For the most part, the audience cheered that development, though there was perhaps a groan or two from those who preferred the other possible pairing. Those dissenters were picked out by several burly members of the security team, and covertly dragged from their seats to places unknown through a back door. All without a word from the host. 

	"There it is. Mothers, have a seat. Offspring, I think you know what to do," the host boomed.

	Some stagehands dashed in, carrying two chairs of various size. One for the massive, muscled tigress and another for the smaller, blue one. The two older ladies took their seats, observing their younger competitors. Mahiri looked about ready to melt under the inspecting gaze from Adriana, but Minerva just went ahead and got things started.

	The herm tigress started at her hips, planting her hands there and squeezing into her broad curves. She tucked two thumbs into the waistband of those shorts, and began to tug as she rocked her hips, slowly turning her backside to the older blue tigress. Indira sat watching, motionless but for a slow scratch of her chin. 

	Mahiri watched Minie work it for a while, before snapping to attention as the enormous older tigress huffed in his direction. He could count on his mother to remain steady, to win her little matchup, he figured. But if he was going to get anywhere, he was going to have to turn Adriana on.

	Thankfully, he came equipped for the occasion. A quick unzipping, and he lowered those long, tight pants down the curve of his spotted backside, revealing a pair of girly garments beneath. He left himself remain just half exposed, giving Adriana a good look at the top half of his juicy butt, and as lively, thumping music began to pour in over the speakers, he found a rhythm and began to swing that booty for her. That cleared up her impatient expression soon enough.

	Minie teased further with her sport top, giving a good look at some underboob as she lifted it half off, rubbing her bosom over with her palms, and squeezing. Then a little more of those shorts down, revealing just that much more of her bare fur beneath. There was a growing chant of "take it off!" in the crowd, one that only escalated the more she teased and tantalized them with her inching off her garments. 

	Then Mahiri was feeling it, and the audience's reactions to his every swish and sway was fuelling his confidence, and energy. So he beat Minie to the punch, so to speak, giving Adriana and the audience alike a full view of his backside, and then swiftly spinning to expose his sheath and sack. Cupping his two heavy balls in his hands, he brought out his own purrs as he massaged, making his sheath fill out from the stimulation. He had to be careful. Didn't want to get too worked up too fast. 

	The biggest tigress gave him a satisfied smirk, and rose to her full height from that broad chair. Unlike her daughter, she didn't bother with much of a tease. Instead she just did away with her clothing in nearly a single motion. She had no time to waste, exposing her tufted crotch, her heavy breasts, everything. As much as Mahiri was gaining confidence, he still had to pause to be shown so much, so quickly. 

	Especially when the huge tigress turned tail and planted her hands on that chair, giving him a view of stripey rump as she bent herself over it for him. A growl accompanied her commands.

	"Come on, then. Let's see what a leopard can do. Right under my tail. But if you cum, you're going up the same hole. Every last inch of you."

	The tone was sharp, spoken with utter confidence that she would be the winner, but Mahiri wasn't going to back down from such an offer. His sheath drew back further, exposing pink shaft. He tried not to think about just how many people were looking at his cock right about then, both in the live audience and the audience to come once all this depravity was edited and broadcast. 

	Minerva too decided enough was enough with the teasing, and tossed her top over her head, not minding when it unravelled her hair a little. When she got her shorts off, revealing everything she had to offer, she shook her hips a few more times. That got her sheath  bouncing about, and as it began to fill out as well, she revealed herself more hung than the leopard nearby. No surprise there really, given how much bigger she was in every other way. 

	To that, Indira stood, slowly. She loosened her sari, and let forth a good view of her elegant stripes. Thick, matronly breasts and a trim belly. She moved calmly and deliberately, sliding her clothing over her arms and setting them down over that chair. And then she began to stride forth. Walking, but swiftly, until she built up momentum to spring into a sudden pounce. Even though the other tigress was taller than her, she took her right down.

	With Mahiri slipping up behind Adriana, and Indira soundly pinning Minerva, it seemed the fun was about to really begin, but the host cut them off. 

	"Hold it right there, kitties. I'm sure we're all dripping with anticipation to see what you can really do, but it's about time we took a break."

	The lights dropped right in the middle of the action, leaving the contestants frozen in place as they, somewhat confused, waited for their turn to come back. Instead, all lights were on the host's booth as she launched into a live commercial. A jazzy music track slowly rose over the speakers as she spoke. 

	"Are you tired of people looking at you funny as you devour your chosen prey alive? Do you wish for a place where your predatory proclivities are not only encouraged, but expected? Where tantalizing prey-things freely mingle with each other, not even minding your hungry gaze upon them?"
	
	She paused as the background music swelled, along with a soundscape of clinking glasses and lively conversation. 

	"Slip and slide on down to The Gullet. Where all your digestive dreams come true."

	The hyena snickered as punctuation to end that short ad, and the faux ambience faded back down. In its place, there came a smooth, sexy song with pumping drums and an infectious sax tone. The kind of music meant almost entirely for something hot and sweaty.
	
	In the pause, in the dark, Minerva had seized the opportunity to become entirely too turned on by Indira's dominance. She wasn't even playing at the idea. Though the tigress on top was much smaller than her, Minie felt herself pinned to the point of helpless as she sprawled beneath, pointing her firmed up cock towards the stripey milf. 

	Mahiri was first to penetrate though, the throbs passing through his stiff pink shaft visible to the first three rows or so. Adriana was so much taller than him that he had to climb up onto her back, using her calves as support, standing right upon them. That didn't phase the powerful tigress any, easily able to support his modest weight. She just lifted her tail high and let the spotty cat mount her, finding his place as he arched himself over her stripes, pushing his cock against that tight ring and slowly, firmly spreading it out. Their yowl became collective, with hers rumbling out like a growl and his nearly mewling as he buried himself in tight tigress backside.

	If he was to remain undigested the big bodybuilder, he really only had one hope. Go at her hard, and chance on his mother forcing a pause by succeeding first, allowing him time to recover. So once he was snugly within, buried comfortably balls-deep between those stripes, he began to rut with all the strength in his feminine body. Surely someone as strong and sturdy as Adriana could handle the full force of a lusty leopard like him. Thump thump thump, he drew back and plunged, finding a rhythm about double the drumbeat of the music all around him, fucking that fine feline in the ass as he purred for her. She near-snarled back, showing fangs to the onlookers, unphased by his reckless thrusts but certainly enjoying them.

	If Minerva wanted to hold out for long enough to let that excited kitty get off, she was going to have to brace herself. Not only did the older tigress have her down, but she was soon sheathing her cock in that slickened sex, squeezing tight and rumbling deep as she began to ride the well-hung herm. A flash of teeth in her face actually made Minie's heart jump for a moment. Not out of intimidation so much as just... that was hot. The lean, motherly tigress was riding her, and hard. Bouncing those generous assets of hers as she pumped and pounded down onto Minie's hips, blue and striped fur grinding together as they rowled and humped each other into a wet, messy harmony. 
	
	The audience waited in hushed tension for the first one to finish. One huge tigress growling as she was pounded from behind, the feminine male atop her back certainly no powerhouse but making up for it with huffing, thumping enthusiasm. Indira rode Minie hard, testing her hips as she just humped and pleasured herself with that shaft inside her. She maintained a constant show of gleaming fang as she toyed with those tits beneath her, squeezing deep to steady herself between rolling motions of her wide hips. 

	Of course it was Mahiri who actually went off first. He felt it tingling down his spine, all the way to his toes as he curled them into Adriana's fur. He whimpered and bit his lower lip, but there was no denying just how tight his balls were getting. Or how hard he throbbed, to the point it was almost painful. So he threw himself forth with a thud of balls to stripey butt, and just let himself embrace the need. 

	The sudden heat of thick leopard cum gushing into her ass made Adriana snort, at least. She flexed tight, making the kitty whimper as he emptied his balls into her, milking forth a messy climax in gush after gush. He put his whole body into it, jerking back and forth as the throbs of orgasm contracted near every muscle he had. It filled it and it dripped from her, adding a creamy mess to her stripes that dribbled down towards her sex. He was left gasping when he squeezed out the last few watery spurts, and then slid slowly down from his mounted position until he collapsed to his rump on the floor. 

	Having remained silent thusfar to let the moment speak for itself, Adriana spoke up just to remind Mahiri what his messy mishap meant.

	"That's it, boy. You're going up my ass."

	She didn't bother to pick him up, but instead just squatted above where he was seated. That brought down her thick, dark pucker towards his face, soon enveloping him in the heated ring of muscle, smearing his very own seed across his startled features. He got out maybe a single word of protest before his muzzled was utterly immersed in warm, slightly sweaty tigress ass, with it contracting and squeezing down to his neck. 

	Indira watched her son utterly lose control with mere a slight chuckle. It meant she had to lay off the assault for a time, and simply watch the leopard getting flexed up under the big tigress' lifted tail. She pulled off of Minerva's cock with a slick pop, spreading some mingled juices across her thighs, and rumbled at the lewd sight of the disappearing cat. It was a slow process, but steady, with the biggest cat flexing him away, inching along his shoulders as she tried to pop them inside through just clenching.

	But she could admittedly use a hand, and so in the name of good television, Indira rose to her feet and moved up behind the leopard. A good grip on his rump always got him all squirmy, and this was no different, as she dug fingers deep into the ample curves, using that butt as a handle to start shoving him inside the big, softly huffing tigress. Adriana was trying not to outright moan, but the feeling of spotted fur smoothly massaging up through her insides was bringing her towards a peak. She could hold off, for the moment, but it felt good enough to make her drip. 

	She even went so far as to thrust against Mahiri's rump, lacking a means to penetrate him but still able to grind and tease him just fine. Such a thing, especially in front of so many people, ensured he was fully hard again by the time that ass had slipped over his chest. The clenches nearly squeezed the breath out of him, but he even began purring as he was enveloped deeper. 

	While she pushed the leopard in with her teasing thrusts, Indira called Minerva over with a simple motion of her head. The herm meanwhile had been briefly resting, still stretched out and hard, basking in the pent up pleasure that needed an outlet. So when she saw a stripey blue rump moving back and forth, lashing about that fluffy tail, she got up and moved on it. She had to crouch down some just to get where she wanted to be, but soon she was sticking a juice-slick cock under the other blue tiger's tail, pushing into her backside in a smooth, wet thrust.

	That brought Indira's fangs out once more, and she moved back and forth, teasing and grinding two cats at once. Mahiri was going in deeper, deeper. She humped him right under the tail as he was consumed by that muscular tigress, and her every motion drove her against Minie, making it so the herm almost didn't have to thrust. But she did plenty of that, finding herself lost in pleasure as she fucked and slapped against that ass, drawing the snarls out of Indira. 

	Of course, Indira there was still a competition to win. If she was clever, she might well be able to take out both her opponants in one fell swoop. As Mahiri sunk into the snug, clenching backside consuming him, flexing and devouring his each and every spot, he felt a pair of familiar hands around his shaft. Then soon after, the warmth of a tigress' pussy, as Indi guided him right inside of Adriana.

	And so the momentum, the force and lust of Minerva's thrusting found a path all the way to her mother. She worked her hips into the tigress in front of her, who time thrusted against the vanishing leopard. That had him squirming and working back and forth between Adriana's thighs, wetly fucking her for as long as he could. He could feel the little flexes she gave around him as he did, doing his best to hold the position, to thrust and pleasure her for as long as he could as he teetered close to gone, taking in the energy from two cats behind him.

	But even with Minie going like that, last and second-last place alike went to Mahiri. The sheer domination of the moment had him climaxing simply cumming deep inside the tigress as her asshole slurped up near his waist. He made a big mess of her sex, cumming inside at first, and then being tugged out by the sheer force of her ass.  His cumshot wasn't  as thick as before but still smeared those stripes in the stuff until it was trickling down along with the last watery gushes from his cock. Oversensitive and softening, he was left to whimper hard deep inside the big cat as his shaft was dragged, stimulated and squeezed on until he could barely take it. 

	With his ample rump finally disappearing after a few swift thrusts and shoves, only Mahiri's long legs remained sticking out. That let Indira draw back, leaning heavy into Minie's embrace, and grinding on her cock as she gripped the leopard by the calves and kept on pushing. He was squirming, but mostly just giving in. No sense resisting such an obviously inevitable fate. Inch after inch, spot after spot, he was pushed and clenched inside, until his toes and the white tip of his tail disappeared into a flexing, stretched pucker that sealed up tight behind him, leaving him entirely consumed. 
	
	Polite applause began, but quickly died down as it was shushed by others who wanted to hear every wet detail of what they saw happening. Minerva had Indira by the hips, lifting her right up off her feet as she fucked that smaller cat's ass, but even with such a grip she didn't seem in control. So Minie yowled, and gave a few last final, sloppy thrusts, before giving in to her pleasure and starting to gush inside Indira. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and thumped that ass as she poured herself into it, leaving the other tigress simply rumbling as she bucked back and ground cheeks to hips, sex to balls, ensuring she got it all. It swirled and sloshed inside her, leaving her with a satisfied fullness, but more importantly, it meant she'd won her little skirmish.

	As she came back to her feet, pulling off that cock with more than just a little mess of cum soaking down her fur, she swirled and stared over the well-drained herm. Murmurs through the audience were hushed quickly, but that didn't change the fact that those watching were wondering how she was even going to pull this off. Minerva was so much taller, so much more tiger. Were they to be ripped off on some technicality? They'd paid good money for this show. 

	But just as she'd pounced before, she walked forth without pause, until she simply grabbed hold of Minerva's hands. Interlocking fingers, she forced the tall herm to her knees, and then leaned in close. It began with a nibble of her ear, one that saw Indira slowly stepping around behind Minie, working down to lock her teeth around the scruff of her neck for a few seconds. Always such a fine way of making even the biggest of cats simmer down, even submit. It worked, leaving Minie sighing, closing her eyes halfway, basking in the older cat's attention. 

	Indira wrapped her arms around Minerva, one about her shoulders and then other under her breasts. She squeezed and rubbed, keeping her prey soothed as she opened up wide. It would certainly be a stretch, but judging by the way she so comfortable spread her jaws over the top of Minie's head, this wasn't her first big meal. Further still, and she flattened down Minie's ears, spreading saliva into her hair as she licked and tasted those locks. A fine blueberry flavour to go along with the colour of her fur. 

	The gentle touches and casual dominance on behalf of the older tigress suited Minerva just fine. She remained tranquil, relaxed. Even moaning some as her face slipped into Indira's throat, swelling her throatfur with the outline of her pleasured expression. The smaller tigress suddenly seized her by the arms, pressing her shoulders together until they popped, but what felt like it should have hurt didn't feel like anything. She was being compressed as she was slowly, sensually devoured, the mother tigress leaning down over her long form as she gulped and gulped.

	Eventually, she began to rise to her feet, and as she did it left her jutting out with arousal rising once more. With a belly full of squirming leopard, Adriana moved swiftly over to the scene, jostling Mahiri around with every step as he remained trapped deep within her bowels. She slowly got to her knees, holding her gut in place as she did so, keeping it from bouncing about too much with the movement. A few teasing touches to Minerva's cock got her daughter wriggling pleasantly, and then she just abandoned all restraint and went down on her. 

	That left Minerva moaning, and loudly despite being wrapped in the gulping gullet of the other tigress. Sucked down, and sucked off, all at once. Her mother bobbing on her cock with a practised stoicism. Slurp slurp slurp, rapidly pleasuring her with squeezes of the lips and a grind of the tongue. She felt herself tilting back, going deeper as Indira swallowed on, filling up to a stretched form as the bulge of prey descended past her chest and into her waiting belly. 

	Minie threw her hips forward mostly unintentionally after a while of being sucked, bucking between the soft lips that pleasured her, her cries muffled deep in hungry tigress gut. She couldn't hold back, yet again. She streamed forth with jets of cum no less thick than before, blushing deep within Indira as she felt Adriana pull off and likely get hosed down with the splattering mess. Ropes of seed rolled down the older tigress' muzzle, which she simply took and then wiped off with a paw and her tongue alike. 

	Once her balls stopped pumping, Minerva was left to slump down and purrrrr her way down the gullet claiming her. Hot breath met her cock, and then the roof of the tigress' mouth. By then, Indira was rounded out and weighed down by the sheer size of her meal, her jaw broadly stretched and slightly sore. But she kept eating. Swallowing up around Minie's rump, letting her gulps and natural peristalsis work her down until her thighs were smoothly sliding into her hungry maw. Not much longer, and she'd be gone. 

	Of course, those last slurps were always the most difficult. For a tigress packed to an obscene size with fellow tigress, she was showing surprisingly few signs of strain, but certainly slowing down. She gulped just as hard, but made less progress with each. Yet still she swallowed on, even when she sunk to her knees with a prey-stuffed gut overflowing in her lap. Knees, shins, sliding, wet, eaten. Then it was just those wiggling paws for her to briefly slurp over and finish off. No wasting time when she had already had her throat full for so very long. She forced them past her fangs, closed her mouth, and rolled her body with the final swallow, a resounding gulp that sent the rest of Minerva's legs into her belly.

	Indira tilted her head back, her hair reaching near to her tail, closed her eyes, licked her lips, and rubbed her engorged belly as it bulged with shapes and curves of her meal. Then she let forth a modest belch, and smacked her chops a few time. It went right along with the lights fading down once more, leaving the two mother tigresses digesting their meals. One bulged impressively amid her muscled body, flexing down on the trapped leopard, compressing him into a tighter and tighter shape. The other was near immobile, simply seated and then reclined, for once not caring about maintaining her certain elegance and simply sprawling to let her body work.

	This time it was more than just a commercial break, as people got off up shuffle off to the lobby in search of snacks or other refreshment. Such a show worked up an appetite, after all. As they went, the host turned her mic back on and snickered into it. 

	"What a show, what a show. But that's only the half of it. I think our competitors need a little break. Get up, get out. Stretching those cute legs of yours. Remember to visit our snack bar, for all the meaty fun bits you can possibly stuff in your drooling gobs. I kid, I kid. But seriously. Patronize us.

	Tonight's show is sponsored by The Permanent Records, soon to enter its third season. Enter a world where education meets consumption, and detention means digestion. New scenes are coming soon. We swear. We really really swear."

	To the eventual television audience, it would look like only a few minutes had passed. The lights would go down, and then come back up. But in the studio, it was a few hours. The two remaining contestants were well tended-to, given cots to stretch out in as they cradled their slowly shrinking bulges. They snoozed, dozed mostly. Not quite entirely asleep, but a satisfied state of slumbery fullness. In between dreamless nods, they whispered to each other, exchanging ideas, thoughts on just how they'd conclude the show. Of course, they were both still going to try to defeat each other. Nothing was rigged.

	When the lights came back up, they stood facing each other. Their guts had gurgled down to just paunches, a bit bigger on Indira, but nonetheless mostly done. Mahiri and Minerva were mulch. Becoming pudge as they were worked through the bodies of the predators who had consumed them, being processed and converted. That left only the two mother tigresses. 

	Adriana reached a hand down between her thighs, scooping at the creamy mess Mahiri had left. It still clung to her fur, her rump, her thighs, her pussy. She smeared it up over her sex, and left those exposed lips glistening as she nodded downwards. 

	"Your son left a mess. Don't you think you should clean it up?" she chided the smaller tigress. 

	Indi considered, and simply nodded as she approached again. Just as before, that unrelenting stride, though this time she didn't pounce so much as toss herself into the muscular cat's arms. She wrapped her thighs around Adriana's hips, ensuring the bigger cat had a grip on her, and then elegantly flipped herself around, hugging her around the middle. The simple result of the complex manoeuvre was the two of them left in a standing 69 position. Indi with her face buried in the pussy of her competitor, Adriana leaning down and dipping her muzzle between stripey blue thighs to accomplish the same, easily gripping the weight of the other tigress and keeping her up.

	And so it was down to their two tongues, each of them swimming over the messed folds of the other. Indira lowered herself down, still holding on tight, getting her slurps reaching right under Adriana's tail, rimming her over with sultry slurps gliding broadly over her creamed backside. Adriana snorted in pleasure, and promptly returned the favour. Standing on her own two feet, she certainly had the advantage in terms of manoeuvrability, but that didn't seem to bother the nimble tigress clinging to her. 

	Together, in wordless indulgence, the slurped and they sucked, indulging in their mingling flavours, mixed with the musk of sex. A honey and brown sugar warmth to Indira, mint and chai to Adriana. It would have been rather sweet and subtle if not for the mess they also licked. They cleaned every last drop of cum left by the current occupants of their guts and intestines. They replaced it with a shining slather of drool that reflected under the bright stage lights. And it got to them. Indira clung more tightly, rumbling as she grew wetter to the touch of that tingling tongue. Adriana tried to conceal the effects her opponent's attentions was having on her, curling her toes, flexing here and there, groaning deeply. 

	She felt a surge growing, from her paws and up her legs, towards her nethers, and up to her chest and head as well. Tingling there, even in her breasts, in her scalp. She was wet, nearly gushing, but she held on, tight. Dripping. Slathering her rival tigress in juices. Licking and licking, nibbling Indi's clit, eating her out and trying to force her over the edge before it was too late. She could hear her breathing faster. Feel those contracting muscles.

	Until, finally, she hit a spot so perfect that every muscle in the blue tigress' body went tight. She yowled into Adriana's crotch, and then shot a lewdly wet squirt over the bigger cat's nose and muzzle. Her orgasm was loud, wet, and nearly paralyzing. It made her shake and nearly lose her grip, but she rode it out, humping and grinding as she made a mess of Adriana's features, matting them down with a glaze of pure juices. 

	When those taut muscles finally relaxed, she simmered down with a sigh, though still supported herself in that inverted position. Instead of getting back to her feet, she flipped and moved upwards, until she was seated directly on Adriana's shoulders. That left her pussy still mashed against the big cat's lips, while she held on and ground out the last few shocks of pleasure she could get. 

	"Think you can actually pull it off?" she asked, not seeming worried at all about her impending consumption.

	Whatever it was she was talking about, apparently they had been talking about it during their downtime. Adriana didn't even have to ask what she meant. She took hold of that stripey blue ass, tossed her head back, and flipped her prey up into the air. Indira took it gracefully, turning over once and then diving straight down, arms at her sides, plunging headfirst into the open jaws below. She rushed past open lips and teeth, and hit the rough texture of Adriana's tongue hard as she went down. 

	Gravity gave such a headstart that Adriana really had no choice but to gobble Indi down. She gulped over her face, her shoulders, her soft breasts. Pulling them all into her throat, where they bulged out, shapely and thick. She worked down to that softened, pudgy belly, where remained what little of Minerva that was left. Adriana was just going to have to add all three of them to her curves and muscle. That leopard, his mother, and her own daughter. 

	Her gulping was loud enough that someone actually pulled a boom mic back from it, the sound crackling in the recording. She swallowed hard, getting hips and ass behind her teeth, giving them a wet suckle, and then sending them down too. Indira's legs were worth savouring for their thick, athletic tone, but they were merely slurped down along with her tail. Every inch, every stripe gone but for her paws. Those, at least, got a moment's attention as Adriana framed them in her jaws, working over their pads and toes with her tongue while the cameras got a few last shots of her closing maw. 

	Then, one more firm squeeze of her throat, and the other tigress was gone. Right down to that well-padded belly to start gurgling up almost immediately. She leaned back, rubbed over herself and smoothing down her mussed fur, before churning up a powerful, triumphant belch for all to hear. Really, it should have come as no surprise that someone like her, with so much power and intensity to her every move, would come out on top. She stretched out once more, and so began the second recess for the audience. 

	When they returned, and the lights were back on, the crowd was notably thinner than it was before. Some had departed the show, not greatly wishing to see what was coming next. But many still remained. There was just one more act in the performance, a solo piece this time. 

	Adriana rose from her mild nap with a feeling of utter satiation. She'd digested the other tigress, along with all the pudge she wore. There were three cats padding her muscles, adding to her curves, and adoring her with some extra weight to work off in the gym. All that was left was the useless parts of them her body didn't need. And so she strode to the middle of the stage, turned tail to the audience, and squatted down. 

	It wasn't a strain, but she lightly grunted anyway just for the sheer weight of it. So much meat, all processed down by her efficient predator body. She flexed and she squeezed, until finally the remains of the three began to push towards the ground. Shitting out the three of them right in front of so many onlooking eyes didn't even make her blush. She just kept piling them up, all blended together into a single massive dump for the muscled tigress to squeeze out as she lightly grunted and huffed. 

	Her grunts grew a little louder when she fell upon a hard mass amid the mess. Digesting them so quickly like that, there wasn't time to churn down absolutely everything. So there remained a few recognizable pieces, mostly in the scraps of bones here and there, smoothed over to slide out fairly comfortably. But even more recognizable were three feline skulls. They came pushing out, caked and ruined, but still visible. They were cracked, missing some teeth. It was hard to tell who was who, given the damage done to them all, but once Adriana finished shitting them out she left a pair laying face to face, fang to fang in the pile, as if they were locked in a passionate kiss. 

	By the end, it was all but a mountain. Mahiri, Indira, and even Minerva. She'd finished with them all, and there was nothing left but to tidy up and move on. Her walk off stage was simple, but proud. Happy to have been able to put on such a predatory display for so many to see. That was what anyone else would get if they crossed a tigress too. The lights came down and the music played her off, leaving the audience dispersing in a flustered, slightly embarrassed state.

	Backstage, she was greeted by that grinning striped hyena. She looked up at Adriana and nodded approvingly. 

	"You put on a good show. They were just soaking in their seats out there." 

	She softly cackled, like a great big rollicking laugh but on low volume. Then her voice got much lower. 

	"Of course, there is still the matter of your prize... but we can discuss that later. First, you should know we can undo all you've done out there, if you wish. The audience doens't need to know, of course. Just say the word and they'll all be back like it never happened. Won't lose you the pudge though. That one's on you. But again – it's your decision."

	The hyena simply shrugged, seemingly unaffected by the gravity of such a proposition. Adriana hmmed, and touched her chin. Have them all back for future fun, to share in the pleasures of the flesh all over again, or simply keep them, and let them be her trophy, her triumph to be worn and displayed until she'd worked them off like they were never there? Finally, she gave a slow shrug. 

	"Maybe I'll just have to think about it."