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" ... you do not look like your photographs."

Silent towered at the door, standing with as best a bewildered expression as he could approximate. The grey-skinned, four-eyed alien stood hunched down just so his head was beneath the doorway, fully expecting to be greeted by a toothy, snarling monster on the other side. One that put even his own bulk to shame. But rather than the supposed beast he had been chatting to online, he was instead standing there before a much smaller, skinny canine not half the size he had been expecting.

"And you're bigger than I thought!" she said, giving a smirk.

While not exactly what he was hoping for, she did have a lovely, painted coat. An African wild dog, so they were called. Unique among the creatures of this world in her elegant markings. She observed him with perked ears and a faintly wagging tail while he considered the situation. False advertising, for sure. But also a cute dog he wouldn't mind getting to know. Maybe he could make a meal of her by the evening's end.

Before he could say anything else, she chimed in reassuringly. "Don't worry about it though. The big dog will be here later! He's just not ready yet. I'm Kamaria, by the way."

That struck Silent as odd, but he didn't inquire further. He didn't get a chance to offer his hand either, as she was already swishing off into her home. Instead, he followed her lead. Gazing around at an expansive, if somewhat untidy living area. All the windows were covered in blackout curtains, leaving the only light sources artificial. He tapped along the hardwood floors until he spotted the living room. The floor and every piece of furniture within was covered in a thick plastic tarp, which crackled beneath his feet when he stepped on it.

"What purpose does the plastic serve?" he asked, though he felt like he knew the answer by the time the words came out of his mouth.

Kamaria just winked at him, bouncing all about the room, making sure everything was in order. She adjusted the tarp here and there, ensuring it had full coverage of the living room. Which was no small space. Even for all his height, Silent could have stretched out across it and only made it halfway across the room. Nonetheless, everything was covered.

"Make yourself comfortable, if you can!" she chirped, making her way to the kitchen and rummaging through the fridge. Silent could hear the clink of several bottles being shoved out of the way. "He - he should be here any minute. Not long at all."

Her voice quavered at the end, as if she were suddenly overtaken by some sort of unpleasant sensation. Indigestion perhaps. Silent decided to remain standing, just watching her as she moved. She was acting increasingly frantic. Her tail wasn't wagging anymore, instead just held stock still behind her. She'd flattened her ears. And her searching through the fridge grew more violent, knocking things out of the way until she finally located what she was looking for with a satisfied ah!

She wasn't quite running, but trotting perhaps as she made her way back to him. There was a test tube in her hand, plugged with a simple cork, its contents an odd shade of dark blue. It looked like it might have been some sugary drink, but when she popped the cork with her thumb, a scent spilled out that he couldn't identify. Not in all his travels. Chemical, but still somewhat sweet. He'd only just met her, so consuming an unknown substance without at least asking questions first seemed a foolish idea. She wasn't giving him much chance of refusing though, standing up on her toes and wordlessly urging him to take it as if it were too hot to hold.

"And what is this for? You are not offering this one much in the way of explanation," he said, hesitant.

"Just drink it! Trust me, you really want to have this in your system when things get going. Hurry! There's literally no time left! I can already hear him!"

She had a wild look in her eyes. One that he had not noticed on first meeting her. The amber of her gaze gleamed in an odd way. Her pupils dilated. She looked increasingly wild. Even mindless. More like the animal she had descended from by the moment as she bounced there in front of him, barely half his height. He eventually clutched at the vial, unable to resist her persistence, and just narrowed his four eyes.

"This one does not hear the person you speak of," he flatly stated. Despite his best efforts to pick up on any other presence in the area, his senses failed him. There was no sign of anyone but the two of them in the entire home.

Kamaria just grunted, clutching at her head for a time like she were experiencing a severe headache. "Nnngh ... I didn't have time to explain while we were chatting. I knew I was almost out of time. Needed to get you over here quick ... "

Silent remained somewhat baffled. He had been fairly certain that it was a large, predatory male that he had been communicating with on the website they had used to connect. One who expressed sincere interested in eating him. He couldn't resist such a thrill, such an compelling turnabout. But the small female in front of him was talking as if she had been the one chatting to him all along. If he had been duped, he was perhaps mildly annoyed. But her mannerisms were so strange that it was hard for him to focus.

"Drink it! Fast!" she urged, hopping up and down on one leg and then the other as she rapidly undressed. There was no particular sort of seductiveness to it. She was just getting out of her clothes as fast as she possibly could. Quite literally getting her panties in a twist as she struggled to slip free of them, her body soon completely bare before him. Which gave him an even better look at her elegant markings. Those golden brown painted patterns that adorned her slim, soft body.

Finally, he relented. He was already there for a thrill. It wasn't like she was just going to poison him for no reason. Was it? He brought that substance up to his lips, and gave it a sniff. It was odd. Didn't smell like something he ought to have been consuming. More that false sweetness of cleaning fluid or the like. Yet nonetheless he gave it a swig, and finished the small sample a second later. Aside from cooling him down slightly, it didn't seem to have any significant effect on him right away.

Yet Kamaria seemed visibly relieved when he finished it. She gave him a smile. "Okay, fantastic! That's going to make things so much better for you. I'd explain more but I ... I can't I ... fuck."

The last word out of her mouth didn't seem like it could have possibly come from her. Her voice got suddenly much lower, more powerful and masculine as it rumbled all throughout the room in a resonating snarl. She was shaking, almost dropping to her knees as she staggered about, clutching at herself. Silent stepped forward.

"Do you require assistance, miss Kamaria?" he asked, but she hastily waved him off.

"Stay back for now! This is ... this is never pleasant. He's almost here. Uggh, this sucks."

He was still rather confused by her words and her demeanour. It looked like either she was in pain, or simply suffering from severe muscular spasms. The growling continued. But there was something more. Something much more obvious that was changing about her. She was growing thicker. Taller. Transforming before his very eyes, accompanied by an uncomfortable sound of joints being loudly rearranged. Her eyes became wild and feral, her lips drew back farther into a drooling snarl, and even her genitals simply swapped to something different.

Kamaria was gone, replaced by a hulking, slouching male creature that was all tooth and claw. Though they shared the same species, that was the end of the similarities. He glared towards silent, his jaws clenched taut, his fangs gleaming bright, dripping drool to the tarp-covered floor. Though he was confronted by a beast who hardly even seemed capable of sentient thought, Silent wasn't shaken. Perhaps it was the mysterious substance working through his system, giving him the occasional tingle here or there. He still wasn't certain what it was supposed to do. He was about to find out.

"Are you still there, Kamaria?" Silent asked curiously, observing the massive, writhing monster in front of him.

"I ... am ... Anathema ..." the dog snarled, dragging out every single word. But after a moment, he seemed to settle down briefly, straightening up and speaking in a clearer, but breathless tone. "Barely. It's mostly him now. Probably not going to be able to stop. Here he comes."

With that, the dog lunged. Silent had been fairly calm and steady until that point, but the impact of that muscular canine was much heavier than he expected. His slouching posture made it less obvious, but he was a lot bigger than the alien. And stronger. Silent was knocked flat with a surprised gasp, his legs kicking up in the air. Anathema had hit him so hard that something had gone crunch - and he expected the pain to set in at any moment, his muscles tensing in anticipation. Rather than any sort of discomfort though, he instead just got those same tingles as before, except much more intense. Any harm that came to him was more than numbed over, reaching the point of outright pleasurable.

He was soon thankful Kamaria had been so insistent on consuming that mystery fluid. If he hadn't, what happened next would have been highly unpleasant. Anathema's jaws gaped wide above him. Perhaps he could have consumed Silent whole with a bit of stretch and strain. He had a different plan. When he struck, he latched onto one of Silent's forearms, and bit deep. His jaws were strong beyond their size, his teeth sharper than they had any right to be. Silent was left to listen to his flesh being shredded, and his very bones being crushed in the pressure of that bite. At least it didn't hurt. It was so strange to enjoy it, but every sensation was so fascinating to experience he couldn't help it.

The purpose of that tarp was soon apparent as his black blood spread thickly over the floor, marking down that plastic hotly. There was no toying with him. The wild dog was eating him alive, one massive bite at a time. Silent was left to watch his arm simply vanishing from the elbow upwards. Not even the bones were spared, Anathema gnawing through them until they splintered down to little more than dust. He was swallowing great mouthfuls of Silent's shredded flesh, of his bones, while that ebony fluid poured thick all down his front side, staining him in the blood of his prey.

With the absence of pain, Silent was able to instead focus on the other details. The strength of the predator, pinning him down with a heavy foot on his chest, restricting his breathing. The way his own life fluid oozed and gushed from the stump that used to be his upper left arm. The way his flesh stretched until it snapped off as the beast's jaws yanked at it. And that tremendous crackle that came with his bones collapsing entirely between the creature's teeth. He was watching Anathema eat. Filling his mouth with chunks of meat and then gulp them down to his belly. It was awe-worthy. Or maybe Silent was just a little high on whatever Kamaria had given him.

The effects went further to prolong the feeding process too. When Anathema had torn off Silent's entire arm, the bleeding had slowed considerably. It had spurted all over, marking down near the entire room. Even getting a few spatters onto the wall where Kamaria hadn't thought to cover up. But Silent wasn't bleeding out for whatever reason. It pooled beneath him, but clotted quickly. No credit to Anathema - he wasn't at all being careful with his meal. Simply ripping, tearing, devouring as quickly as he could as he drooled black with ravenous hunger and bloodlust.

Still alive. And the were-canine was still hungry. Still stared down at him with that look of utter ferocity. It didn't scare Silent. He was enjoying himself too much for that. It almost seemed odd that he even paused for a second. The dog spoke again, using that clear, more civilized tone.

"He bleeds black? You must save of that for study!" Kamaria insisted, but was cut off by her own snarl.

"Shut up. I hunger."

Silent watched the creature sigh wearily at himself, as he lay there, faintly squirming, anticipating what part of his body he might lose next. The answer was swift. Anathema went right for the meatiest part of him next, digging fangs deep into the flesh of his right thigh. Piercing through the skin in an instant and sinking deep enough that Silent felt those pointed tips clinking against the bone beneath. Soon making a solid indent there, gnawing, grinding until he had carved down to the hollow core, surprised at the lack of marrow. Alien anatomy didn't give him pause when the meat tasted that good.

The force of the dog yanking his jaws back with his precious meat lifted Silent right off the floor for a moment. Left him dangling there by his bleeding leg, accompanied by the sound of flesh being tested, stretched, pulled taut as Anathema pulled it away from the bone. Then there was the slick sound of shredding, going along with a misting of the black fluid Silent bled as he collapsed back to the floor. His means of escape was being mashed up between the canine's jaws right before him, raining down flecks of chewed up meat, but he didn't mind. He watched him swallow, traced the path that piece of him took down that golden gullet until it disappeared into his muscular mass. There was plenty more of him to eat, and they were both going to enjoy it.

The next tug on his torn leg pulled his joints so hard his hip dislocated. Where it would have normally hurt like hell, instead he simply was left to observe the mechanical processes breaking down. He found the way his body gradually failed as it was torn to pieces fascinating. Every closing of Anathema's deadly jaws was pleasurable. Maybe not quite enough to turn him on. But that was just because he had already lost too much blood. He basked in the sounds of chewing, mashing. Of his body being torn apart from skin to flesh and muscle, right down to the bones. And he loved it.

Just a single bite had left him with a significant chunk of his leg missing, and a fractured thigh bone. The dog kept picking at the wound. Not caring how much of a mess he made of himself and his surroundings. Soaking himself with Silent's dark blood, letting it run through his fur, mat it down. All he cared about was filling his belly. Gulp after gulp. Ripping another mouthful from the bone, snapping it free of those clinging tendrils of veins and skin. Chewing hard, jaws open. Lettings bits soar off before he swallowed. Working his way down, stripping the layers, breaking the bone beneath, eating chunks of that while he was at it. It was all effortless, relentless. Fuelled by his seemingly insatiable hunger.

Another lunge, another bite, and he had torn Silent's leg right out of its socket. It remained clinging to him a short while longer, connected merely by flesh, limply flopping there alongside the other. Anathema brought his hands to it, digging his claws right in, and used his strength to wrench it free. It sounded more like someone was simply ripping a stack of paper in two than the gory reality, but the sight of it was plenty enough to make Silent's dual hearts beat a little faster. Or maybe that was all the bleeding. Either way, he was still alive, still enjoying the show of his own body being destroyed by a snarling monster. And he had already painted half the room black. The extensive coverage wasn't excessive after all.

Though Anathema was a hulking beast, he still had some endearingly doggish traits. Silent enjoyed watching him hefting his entire leg in his grip, gnawing into it like a more domestic canine with a bone. Happily, messily stripping it down, bite by bite. Snapping the bones beneath in two, letting bits of them tumble down his body. He latched onto Silent's kneecap and shattered it, sending a rain of wet bone fragments fluttering down over the partly-eaten alien. And his throat worked hard, rapidly swallowing every single bite, going back for more with hardly a breath in between.

He was finding himself going numb in places, faltering when he tried to rise up on his one remaining elbow. Even if he tried his best, he might not have been able to get up from where he was sprawled and bleeding. Much less get away. It was admittedly an oddly invigorating feeling. To be feeling his own body dying. Free of the distress calls of pain and panic, he could simply focus on the more objective parts of it. Feel his lungs struggling to draw breath, his heart pumping faster, but weaker. His thoughts grew somewhat cluttered from the blood loss, and he was feeling plenty light-headed. But he was still coherent enough to speak, and he addressed his predator as if he were a waiter visiting a patron at his table.

"Are you enjoying this one, Anathema?"

"Gooood ... " the canine grunted, licking off his chops after he'd finished with that leg. Aside from a few scattered chunks of bone that hadn't quite made it into his jaws, he'd eaten the entire thing. It was simply gone. He seemed to consider briefly, and added another word to the simple critique of his meal. "Different."

Silent simply nodded slowly. "Indeed. It is unlikely you have ever indulged in this particular type of meat before. That doesn't seem to have slowed you down any."

"Too much talking." Anathema snorted, and bared his teeth. At first it looked like he was going directly for Silent's throat. He ended up going lower.

Silent's abdomen may have been taut, but it felt soft compared to those canine fangs. They pierced his skin and pierced his flesh, hooking into that belly meat and prying it from his ribs. The noise that came with the tearing was even louder than before. There was no bone being crushed, simply muscle and skin. Silent allowed himself a brief gasp, but that was the most he could really get out while the wild dog ripped him right open with the power of his jaws alone. His insides were exposed to that careless brutality. They weren't going to last long.

There wasn't much more Silent could do but purse his lips some as the dog dug deep into his organs. Starting with his intestines, letting them unravel from his body in one long string. Anathema was gnawing through them, consuming some, leaving the rest to just flop there down Silent's sides as he continued to split him open. Spreading that wound wider, stretching his skin taut until it snapped, a muzzle buried in his innards all the while, biting through important connections. Feasting, and destroying what he didn't swallow on the spot.

His entire torso was opened up as if under autopsy. Flaps of skin spread out, mostly shredded, waving their tatters about in response to the canine's violent energy. Rocking his body back and forth while he plunged muzzle-deep, getting himself soaked from nose to cheeks in black blood. Biting organs one by one, picking out the ones that wouldn't immediately kill his prey when they stopped working. The kidneys first, plucking them out as he scooped his tongue between one of them. Clenching his teeth down until it burst, filling his mouth with gore for him to swallow down. Then the other.

He worked his way up. Gnawing out Silent's liver, tearing to pieces and swallowing it down. Then he was right to his stomach. Piercing a great hole in that. Ripping it open before pulling it free. Letting Silent watch it as his body began to fail. Surely a thousand emergency signals were trying to go to his brain right in that moment, telling him of the danger, of the damage. He was already long past mortally injured, dying by the moment. He could see his own lungs struggling to inflate. His hearts both faltering, bare before the hungry beast. Left to his own for another minute or two at most, and he'd have been able to watch it stop pumping. All the gore, none of the pain.

Anathema wasn't going to let him bleed out. Instead, he went right for the juiciest prize he could see. Not one, but two dark, pumping hearts. Making their desperate pulses. All swollen up with black blood, sending it throughout Silent's gravely wounded system. Making it spurt out of his wounds, out of the ragged stumps that were all that was left of some of his limbs. It was the dessert to all the other meat. Always his favourite treat, and he was being spoiled with the double set before him. He opened wide, and simply chomped down on both of them at once. No savouring. Just devouring. When his teeth pierced them both in one huge bite, he could only guzzle down the resulting spurts of blood. Gulping, glurking, sparing nothing for dignity as he voraciously slurped down the alien's unusual fluids. Letting his belly slosh slightly with the engorgement of the morbid beverage.

Silent was still alive, even full of energy. Or at least he seemed as such as he thrashed and kicked about with his intact limbs. It was all entirely involuntary, his body twitching and dying as his precious blood flow was cut off. Normally he probably would have passed out long ago, but he still found himself conscious. Finding the feeling of his broken, half-eaten, gutted body dying by the second to be oddly exhilarating. It gave him one last spark of life, which he used for little more than casting a fond, four-eyed gaze up at his predator. All he got in return were a pair of dripping, drooling, bloodstained jaws gaping before his eyes, heated breath hitting him in the face before the final bite.

Latching tightly to Silent's throat, Anathema tore it out in an instant. Not dwelling on it, simply killing him as swiftly as he could. Another dog might have started with that, given how quickly it assured him that his prey wouldn't escape. Silent bled out in an instant, not even managing to register what had happened to him before his thoughts went black and he rattled with his final breath. He'd soaked the wild dog in his blood in those last moments, but his gullet was a gaping hole that reached nearly to the back of his neck, all the flesh and skin around it shredded from that single killing bite.

The hungry wild dog didn't stand on ceremony. Didn't relish in his prey's demise, didn't take any visible pleasure in Silent's last fading twitches. He was still hungry, and there was still meat in front of him. One thing that did seem more than simply animal was how he indulged himself in eating Silent's face. There wasn't even much meat there, mostly just skin to peel from his skull, but Anathema was thorough. Stripping off the flesh, devouring the alien's unique features. Eating everything from eyes, to horns, even his tongue, plucked right out from his gaping, motionless mouth to serve as a meaty chew toy for a brief time.

Just because he was dead didn't mean he was done being meat. Willing as Silent had been, Anathema hadn't done it for mutual pleasure. It was simply a matter of filling his belly. Gorging himself on the flesh of another living being. No other feast would satisfy him. And a monster like him needed a great deal to sustain such bulk, such power and ferocity. So he was stripping Silent's skull right down, leaving it covered only in the few tatters of flesh and skin left behind. He crushed it too, eating his very brain. Picking through the organ that once carried his thoughts, his identity. Nothing more than meat for a dog's belly now.

There was plenty more to pry free from the bones. Anathema chewed deep into Silent's skeleton. Breaking the joints apart while he stripped every strand of meat from the bones. Licking away every drop of blood. He wasn't saving any, though he'd already spread it so thoroughly around the room Kamaria might well have been able to get her sample anyway. The room was awash with the scent of exotic blood, and the sound of crunching, tearing, as the wild dog dug deep into the carrion he'd created. Breaking his skull, biting through his horns. Ripping out every single organ and gnawing them to bits, letting their juices run warm down his chin. Chewing through everything that Silent was, until near his entire body was stuffing the beast's belly taut. But for the bits and pieces left behind in that indiscriminate hunger. Mostly bits of bone, barely more than dust, or crumbs perhaps.

Even with Kamaria's foresight about the cleanup, there was still a mess. A great pool of black blood in the middle of the room, and the spatter that had reached beyond even what she had covered up thanks to Anathema's particularly indulgent eating style. He was drooling black, licking over his teeth, his breath shuddering as his shoulders heaved with pleasure. The feast was finished, and his feral appetite was satiated. His gut was stuffed and rounded out somewhat with the weight of all that meat. Already making it sizzle and digest within him, adding it to his bulk. Fuelling his ferocity. And soothing him, at least somewhat. Taking of the aggression out of his demeanour as he slumped back and simmered in his satisfaction.

Something else hadn't settled. In all his bloodlust, Anathema had been enjoying himself. In more ways than one. Tearing Silent apart had turned him on, resulting in a thickly engorged canine cock slipping free from its sheath. Pulsing upwards, bright red, lined with broad veins that pulsed as he dripped pre steadily down into the blood he'd left behind. Tainting the sample. Shamelessly throbbing there, bare and bathed in black.

His hands were still stained in his meal's blood, but that didn't stop him from reaching for his shaft anyway. Before he could get his paw there, it looked like he was halted by some invisible force, like he was caught on a wire.

"Must you really be such an animal?" he asked himself, while fighting against his own body, trying to tug his hand free of that unseen grasp.

"It's MY turn," he snarled back, and succeeded in breaking Kamaria's hold, taking a defiant hold of his dick. He was soon smearing Silent's blood all over his every inch as if just to spite her.

There was nothing she could do but visibly sigh, making those beastly shoulders rise and fall. She was a captive in her own body as the monster jerked himself off, revelling in the pleasure of his kill. Of his meal. Licking his chops, growling, snarling, drooling on himself. Becoming the picture of an inelegant beast, squeezing his length, kneading his knot until it was as fat as his fist. Panting out excessively, his breath steaming from the heat. Making his balls shake and jiggle before pulling tight against his body. Impending climax made him grit his teeth tightly, displaying them all to no one in particular as he snarled out his bliss, riding his peak with some violent jabs of his hips.

As he pleased himself, Silent sizzled away inside him. Anathema was no ordinary creature. He was a monster. And so his digestives were as monstrous as he was, showing the same lack of mercy towards all that meat he'd swallowed. Any pieces of the alien that remained intact, vaguely recognizable were swiftly less so. Growing softer, falling apart like slow-cooked meat until there was nothing left but his bones swimming about in a simmering stew. Not even the those were spared. They grew pockmarked, then they softened, and then then melted. Liquefied with all the rest, pushed deep through the creature's system to be digested. Fully.

Though there was hardly anything left of Silent to cum on, the bloodstain where he used to be was target enough. Anathema emptied his nuts all over that mess he'd made, breaking into a howl that filled the entire home with the haunting sound. His ropes of seed were thick, splatting down loudly as they mingled white with black. His knotted shaft bulged and flexed hard as he let his load out, spurting on in one continuous orgasm that lasted him nearly half a minute. Second by second, rope by rope. The initial gush thick, those that followed thinner, until they were mere watery strands. Still shot out hard as sharp, hot jets, his whole body rattling back and forth as he clenched his every muscle, noisily jiggling his prey-filled belly all about.

He sank down to his knees, panting and dripping. Soaked in black, adding another tone to his gold and brown and white. For a moment, the ferocity faded from his eyes and he looked almost intelligent. Then he gave his head a rapid shake and snarled out, even lunging at the air, biting at an assailant he couldn't see.

"Are you about done? You got what you wanted. I kept my promise," he told himself in that steadier, more coherent tone, and responded much more deeply, more aggressively.

"No. Not yet. One more thing."

"What now? I don't think he can get any more eaten. Hope you're happy. I would have liked to study him. Now who knows if he'll ever want to see us again?"

Anathema didn't respond to his outer voice. Instead, he simply stood. Not quite to his full height, maintaining that bestial slouch so that he didn't knock his head against the ceiling. Then he was striding off, pushing his way down the hall, heading somewhere with a sense of focus and determination.

"Ugh. At least flush this time," came the weary words of someone who was very much still a captive in her own body.

"Maybe," Anathema mocked.

The bathroom wasn't built for someone like him. Nor was the rest of the house, but there it was especially apparent. Nonetheless, there was no resisting the call of nature. He stepped in, crouching through the doorway, and found his way to the toilet. Nearly crushing it beneath his weight when he came down upon it. He had to lean forward, his hands planted on his knees, his tail lifted high, and a grunt escaping his lips as he prepared to rid himself of the leftovers that came with rapidly digesting Silent down.

Everything he could use he'd already taken. Added it to his body. Made himself stronger, fed his muscles so they were heavier, thicker. Even if they were going to go away when the tiny nerd took back over. Everything he didn't need he'd passed through his system, and he was soon squeezing it back out as solidly-packed, dark chunks. Nearly black, which was only fitting given who it used to be. They made for a heavy splash as soon as they hit the water below. At least Anathema was courteous enough to reach back for the handle, clumsily feeling about before finally hitting his target and flushing down the accumulated pile of wild dog shit before it overflowed the bowl.

One flush wasn't enough of course. He'd eaten an entire person, and not a small one either. Silent was a lot of food, and though most of him was useful, there was always waste. Always a dump to take after a triumphant hunt. Even if inviting someone inside didn't exactly count as hunger. He'd still managed to find food, so he was happy. Continuous flexes of that muscular body kept the remains squeezing out, splashing down below loudly, and repeat. There were bits of bone, stimulating but too soft to be painful on the way out, but nothing was recognizable. Silent's skull was shattered, his flesh digested, and it all made for a thick, heavy shit to send down into the sewers below. Swirling away with every flush until the massive canine was finally finished disposing of him.

He didn't much care that he was still soaked in blood, but Kamaria urged him towards the shower. It looked like an invisible person was just shoving him along as he reluctantly stood and lurched over, getting the water flowing piping hot. The shock of it made him snarl, made him twitch and convulse, clutching at his head. His teeth grew shorter, his eyes less intense. His muscle weakened and his joints crackled as they rearranged. Kamaria returned amidst the heated steam, soaking wet, blood dripping from her fur where it hadn't dried.

Always left to deal with the aftermath. At least it wasn't as bad this time. She wasn't going to need new furniture. And she didn't have to worry about the authorities, either. Not this time. It was all consensual, all for fun and mutual pleasure. As much as it could be. Silent would be back in time as if nothing had happened. Whether he had any regrets remained to be seen, but if he didn't, she was eager to meet him again. If partly to learn more about his unique anatomy, as well as make his acquaintance while the beast inside her was more dormant. Hibernating after his feast, in a sense.

She'd grown a little chubby from the meal. She noticed that as she scrubbed her belly, pinching at the paunch Silent had provided. Anathema usually took most of the nutrients, even leaving her hungry for a snack after one of his feedings, but this time he'd shared a little. She wasn't sure how to interpret that - generous, accidental, or his idea of a joke. Either way, she was going to need to do some jogging to take care of that.

Just as she was finishing her hair, she heard a distinct ding of a notification on her phone. It was sitting over on the sink, right where she'd forgotten it earlier, and so she moved over, still wet and naked. One new message. Seemed like someone had seen her profile and couldn't help their curiosity. Someone wanted to be Anathema's next meal, no matter how frightening those pictures she'd posted were. She sighed, and just continued drying off. At least she could relax for a little while. Let her wild other side sleep until he was bored and hungry once more. She had some tarps to move, and didn't even have the assistance of a weredog's muscle to haul them away.

"You really are the worst," she murmured to herself as she observed the destruction in the living room.

"You enjoyed it," she sleepily replied, lowering her voice and growling just a bit. It looked a little comical on her small, cute face.

She didn't argue. Maybe he was right. Maybe he wasn't even really another person, another entity that lived inside her. Maybe it was just her, doing what she always wished she could, relieving herself of the guilt by blaming it on someone else. Well, there was time for ethical musings later. She had some cleaning up to do.