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There was something in the air. It always felt that way on Halloween, as the crisp, chilly grip of autumn took full control, making nights seem deeper, more all-consuming, while the shadows seemed to flicker across the road as if legions of dancing figures were darting out of sight at the approach of headlights. Maybe it was all in her head, but Mahiri only cared about how good she felt in those moments, riding along beside her twin, staring out the window at the bright moon. Was it full that night? It was hard to tell exactly, but it certainly added a little extra to the invigorating mood that was coming over her. Every illuminated window of a darkened building was a mystery waiting to be discovered, every shadowy side street a potential location for the secret seances of a wicked cult. Or maybe she was just getting loopy from spending all day travelling.

They needed a stop for the night, but there wasn't a single vacancy anywhere they went, so they just kept on driving, long into the early hours. Mira seemed to know where she was going, so Mahiri didn't bother to question her twin, even once they were seemingly pulling out of the city and onto a dusty back road, lit only by the headlights. A glance back assured her that the rest of their friends were following, packed into that van, trailing the the pantheress' little car down a winding path through a dark forest, onwards towards what must have been a dead end. Maybe Mira was getting tired too, despite how nocturnal she tended to be. That would have explained her disorientation. It wasn't until the moon caught it just right that Mahiri saw it, left to gape at the sight of the monolithic structure unveiling itself stone by stone before her eyes on that misty night.

She could hardly believe it was real, much less that it could possibly have rooms for the eleven of them. It looked more like the crumbling manor of some ancient lord of decades, or perhaps centuries past. The great stone building looked like it had been transported there from a more fictional world. It seemed like an abandoned movie set than a real place, standing tall in the middle of nothing at all, surrounded by little more than endless black forest. It didn't look like any of the lights were on. There was nothing that even indicated it was a hotel, rather than a private home. But Mira simply pulled her little car into park and started getting up, leaving Mahiri to blink at her a few times.

"Is this it? Where even are we?"

She'd hardly noticed until then just how overdressed Mira was for travelling. Why had she bothered to pack an elaborate black gown for a day of driving? And why hadn't she noticed it before? It glinted in the moonlight, sparkling just a little, hugging the slightly plump black cat's curves with grace.

"Oh, yeah! Didn't I tell you about it? This is a great little place. Well, big place. And they always have rooms!"

Mahiri was just left scratching her head.

"It doesn't even say it's a hotel."

"Yeah, they're kinda old-fashioned! But trust me! You're gonna love it!"

"Well, if you say so."

As they stepped out of the two-seater to start unloading all the luggage in the back, they were greeted by the rest of their friends stepping out of Sara's van with similarly uncertain expressions.

"Really? You couldn't have found a place even slightly less spooky? And tonight, of all nights?" Tristan teasingly fussed as he climbed out of the van's passenger's seat.

"Aw, don't worry. I'll keep ya safe!" The raptoress reached over to pinch him on one of the big doberman ears, before moving to assist the cat twins with the bags.

Max meanwhile was simply staring up at the building with a look on his face more like horror. The weasel never was overly talkative, but as he looked over the expansive building he couldn't help but murmur, largely to himself.

"There's someone here ..."

"Well, yeah." Mira startled him with her chuckle as she reached to pat him on the shoulder. It was like she'd simply appeared beside him. "It's not like they don't have staff! Oh, hey, Vy! Come here a sec!"

The well-dressed gremlin stepped out looking as elegant as ever in their coat, flashing her a smirk when they heard their name.

"You need me?"

"Yeah! Like, right over here."

Vy approached, and the pantheress took hold of their arm, leaning right in to whisper in something in their ear that made their eyes go wide, and wiped the confidence right off their face for a few moments in favour of something more stunned. After that, Vy stuck close by Mira, all but embracing her with every step.

Serana was the next to climb out of the middle seat, and the squat violet dragoness simply folded her arms at the sight. For a shorter one, she sure could pack enough grumpiness into one package, especially when she was sleepy.

"I hope this isn't some dumb gimmick place. I just need a good bed."

"Oh, hey, don't worry about it. Mira probably knows what she's doing," Mahiri assured, nodding the reptile over.

Serana joined the other cat and at least helped her carry a few things, showing off impressive strength for her size. Enough prodding and teasing from the leopardess eventually had her prodding back, letting a chuckle escape her as they whapped each other with their tails, trying to be the first to make each other drop something on that cold dirt path leading up to the front steps.

Isa shuffled along behind everyone, not saying a word. The lynx had his notebook in one hand, clutched close to his chest, and with the other he grabbed his suitcase from the back of the van. Ever since the trip started, he'd been all but silent aside from the occasional sigh. Breaking up with someone had a way of doing that, and as much as the crew tried to pull him out of his thoughts, he'd been keeping to himself. At least the building looked like it was filled with stories. Maybe he'd find some inspiration, and finally get some writing done. Even on what was supposed to be a vacation, he didn't feel right if he wasn't creating something.

The mouse sisters hopped out together, looking up at the intimidating structure. Cyan was already lit up with a look of excitement, and Abby stuck close by, almost clinging to her. She wasn't one to put stock in something so foolish as gut feelings or superstitions, but she had a bad feeling about that place. Her best estimate was that it was some sort of instinctive reaction. Perhaps the distant sound of distant owls hooting in the trees awoke something primal in her, invoking an unnecessary fear reaction that she was currently associating with the building. Or maybe the place was haunted. But science told her it almost certainly wasn't.

Scribble was the last to climb out. He almost didn't notice everyone was leaving without him. The silly horse had been similarly distracted for the whole trip, though he was far from gloomy. He was hopped up with energy, even so late at night, humming the same tune he'd had stuck in his head for much of the trip. If he was being honest, he had no idea where it came from, but there was something so pleasing about it, so oddly soothing, that simply carrying that tune as often as possible kept him in a great mood all day long. And something about that building was making him feel even better, just to look at it, filling his chest with a sense of anticipation he couldn't explain.

When they settled into the candle-lit lobby with a thud of all their luggage, they were startled by the sudden appearance of a truly wicked-looking lioness from behind the desk. They hadn't even seen her enter the room before she was holding out her arms in a dramatic greeting, letting them all see the full extent of what must have been an elaborate costume. Two long fangs protruded over her lower lip, gleaming in the minimal light right along with a set of sharp, blue eyes. Her curvaceous body was all wrapped up in black and red leather, the latter matching the colour of her hair, laid over her head in complex braids. But what really tied the outfit together was the horns, with a quartet of twisted ram's horns curving beneath her ears. It all matched the savage grin she offered them to make her look truly demonic for a moment, at least until her expression faded into something more friendly when the pantheress approached, dragging Vy along with her by the wrist.

"A little early for a costume isn't it?" Mira joked as she stepped up to the counter. "How's it been, Carmen?"

"Who says this is a costume? Maybe I look at this all year long, hm?" Her voice was as extravagant and sultry as the rest of her, her accent leaving even the most mundane of words dripping with a hint of lust like fresh honey. "Mira, my love. It's a pleasure to see you as ever. And you brought so many friends this time! Let's see what we have here, hmm ..."

There was neither a computer nor anything else electronic in sight. She navigated the pages of a ledger by candlelight, flipping through until she found the page she wanted. A glance at it from afar seemed to reveal nothing but strange scrawlings, and the occasional symbol that looked occult. They really did go all out for Halloween, didn't they, Mahiri thought when she glimpsed them from afar. Carmen tapped the page with a claw a few times before nodding.

"Ah. Yes. It seems we've been expecting you," she mused, leaning into the drama until she gave a chuckle. "We have more than enough room for all of you."

The announcement brought on a greatly muted cheer from the tired travellers, and Mira turned to flash her twin a proud grin, to be proven right like that.

"Though, I must apologize. With so many of our rooms filled, we will have to split you up, floor by floor. Step closer, please. Let's have a look at you."

Almost everyone was murmuring at that, but they didn't protest. They came forward as a group, though the shyer among them still remained close to the doors. Carmen snapped her attention to a pair of them first.

"Leopard and dragon. I can tell you two wouldn't mind spending the night together." She winked. "I have the perfect spot for you. There's plenty of room for you both."

Reaching back to a set of clunky old skeleton keys hanging on the wall behind her, she plucked one from a hook without looking and slid it across the table.

"To the left, down the hall, and up the stairs. Second floor."

Mahiri nodded and thanked the receptionist, then carried on towards her place with Serana in tow. The lioness was left to consider the rest of them, tapping her lip, licking her finger, putting on a display of eroticism so blatant the remaining travellers had to exchange a glance.

"Raptoress! And doberman! Step forth, please."

The sudden authority in her voice startled Tristan, but Sara was just excitedly giggling at the display. She took Tristan by the hand and brought him with her.

"We're ready!" she exclaimed.

"You certainly are. Room 309 for you, cutie. I think you'll find it fits you perfectly."

Sara grabbed the key and went striding off, easily hauling more luggage than the rest of them could even lift in one hand, pulling the dobie with her with the other. They saw her thick tail swishing as she vanished into the dim halls, her giggles fading as an echo. Then all was silent until the lioness spoke again.

"Sweet sisters."

They weren't the only set of siblings in attendance, but process of elimination told Cyan and Abby that it must have been them the ominous cat was referring to when Mira didn't react.

"Yes?" Cyan answered.

"Closer."

The lioness flashed her teeth as she instructed them, and for a moment that primal feeling came back to Abby. She froze to the spot until Cyan snapped her out of it with a tug on her arm.

"Yes, very good. Fine young minds, I can tell. I know where you belong," Carmen continued as they approached. Her conclusion came after a mere glance, as if it were obvious. "Sixth floor."

She smacked a key down on the counter and nodded to them. Abby wasn't sure how exactly a room might be catered to their intelligence, but she followed Cyan's lead the whole way, almost forgetting her bag as she stuck nervously close to her sister. That feeling simply wouldn't go away. It was only getting worse when they moved into the dark hallways, the feeling of a presence behind each closed door lingering all the way up to their shared room.

"Lynx next, please."

Isa didn't say anything as he approached. He just wanted to get this whole performance over with so he could get some rest. Carmen's tone turned sympathetic when she looked at him, as if she could read his thoughts. Or perhaps his expression simply made it obvious.

"A rough day, it seems. You deserve a rest. I know just the place for you. Are you a writer? If so, I think you will appreciate this room, all to yourself. It's a wonderful place to create."

She quietly slid him a key to a room on the fourth floor. He murmured a thanks, which was almost the first word he'd spoken all day. When he was gone, Carmen's mood turned much more energetic as she beckoned to one of the only two still standing back near the entrance.

"Ah, you sir. Mister equine. Let me have a look at you."

Scribble had no objections to that, coming close enough that the light caught him. The lioness leaned in and looked him in the eye so closely she resembled an optometrist, nodding as she pulled back.

"Just what I thought. I knew as soon as you stepped in. Don't worry about a thing, sweetie. It's all going to be alright."

"Uh ... well, thank you!" he said.

"Down the stairs," she instructed, her tone soft and soothing as if she were tucking him into bed. "It's nice and quiet there."

"Creepy," he joked, but he wasn't complaining.

Once he had his key, there was only the weasel, left holding his bags, looking rather out of sorts. Something about the way Carmen looked at him felt so intrusive. He felt such a strange energy coming off of her. There was a hunger, a ferocity beneath her playful surface. But more than that, he felt the presence of something else. She was grinning broader and broader at him until it looked like she was snarling at him. It was even more alarming that she knew his name.

"Max," came her sharp whisper.

He startled just to hear it. Carmen's lips hadn't moved. It felt as if she had sent a message straight into his mind. He remained in place until she gestured, acting as if nothing was unusual.

"Now now. Don't hide from me," she coaxed.

She knew. He got the weirdest feeling from her, as if all his secrets, all the things even his friends didn't know about him, were bare before her. But she simply fetched a key from the rack and gave him a nod, setting it on the counter. He cautiously approached, feeling nervous under her seemingly unblinking gaze, slowly sliding the key across the desk with a dull scraping noise. Carmen said nothing, watching him, and he watched back until he was walking backwards from the lobby, leaving only Mira and Vy behind. Carmen snapped out of that threatening state to simply give Mira a friendly smile.

"And you two ... well, you hardly need my help, I suspect!"

"I can take it from here." Mira nodded eagerly. "This way, Vy!"

"Where are we - ah, it doesn't matter!"

There was no time for questions. She was leaving the station, dragging them along into the dark, navigating with such eagerness it was infectious. Vy was excited for something, but they honestly weren't sure what. Maybe it'd be more clear in time.

Carmen wrote down all their names in the ledger once everyone was gone, despite having never asked for any of them. Then, with a few sharp strikes of that old quill pen, she crossed off several of them with an elaborate flourish, one after another. A look of depraved delight spread across her obviously demonic features as she worked, scratching across the page seven times in all. Long before the ink could dry, she slammed the book shut, not seeming to care if the pages stained, dabbing the last drop on the end of the pen upon her outstretched, forked tongue. Her mistress would be pleased. As would all the other entities and forces waiting in the darkness of the old structure. There was evil in those stones, as much a part of the building as the walls around her, and the floor beneath her feet. It was silent in the halls for the moment. But she knew it wouldn't stay that way for long.

Chapter 1

For Vyruem

Transformation/Corruption, Rough Sex, Footplay

Vy wished they could have had the same level of confidence as Mira. The hotel was obviously haunted. No one was questioning that. A shapeshifter like Vy knew all about how strange the world could get, but even so, the complete nonchalance on display from the pantheress was impressive. No sooner had the crew checked in, and she was taking Vy by the hand, giving it a solid tug in her eagerness to explore the treacherous darkness of the old building. She did know how many terrible things had almost definitely occurred there, right? She always had been a bit strange, a little too into the occult and anything else creepy or offbeat, though nonetheless, they trusted her, and after a few tugs the gremlin was following right along no matter how bad an idea it seemed to blindly explore a place like that. They might trip over a ghost, or something.

The pace Mira kept was almost too quick to even be called exploring. She tugged them along as if she knew exactly where she was going. And for some reason, Vy went along with her no matter the consequences. They were curious. She probably had something interesting in mind, and if something went wrong, and some demon or horror leapt from the shadows, well, they would figure it out from there. Not that it wasn't an unsettling trip. The place reeked of history, every cobweb clinging to an ancient piece of times past, a thousand memories in a single hallway. Whether it was the portraits of figures presumably long since deceased, or those ornate trinkets that seemed pulled straight out of a store, casually placed upon a mantle or a side table, Vy thought that one slip-up and they would have been cursed for eternity by some evil force or another. More than usual.

Mira wasn't even doing much to hide her nefarious plans. Vy was onto her by then. She was plotting something that might well have been their downfall, and yet they didn't seem to care. Maybe they just wanted to see what would happen. Surely it wasn't something truly evil - she was mischievous at worst in all the travels they and she had together. But when she arrived at one of the many seemingly nondescript doors, she didn't bother to make up some sort of excuse why that one in particular was so interesting to her. She just set right to working at the lock, jostling it in such a way to make it click, muttering out a faint explanation as to why she knew how to do that without any foreknowledge.

"Oh, huh, lucky me! I guess I just knew, or, uh ... well anyway, this one looks cool, let's go in!"

A good look in their eyes would have confirmed to anyone not blind that Vy was faking it when they responded flirtatiously to her whimsical leadership.

"I see how it is. You just want to get me all alone, don't you?"

They put on a sultry grin, one potent enough to distract her from the task at hand. Though they weren't remotely ready for her to shoot one right back, giving them a narrow-eyed smirk of absolute feline seduction. Then there came the wink, and Vy felt as if their heart skipped a beat.

"I mean. Yeah. That's exactly it. Maybe I haven't told you everything about me, but ... the same goes for you, doesn't it?"

When she stepped closer, Vy took one step back, though they still didn't release her hand. Their heart was pounding then, though they hid that fact by pressing their palm over it, feigning a flirtatiously stunned reaction.

"Me? Hiding something from such a lovely feline? I wouldn't dream of it. You've got the naked truth. So to speak."

"Mmm. Maybe I know all about you, Vy. But what about ... ?"

She didn't finish her sentence, but somehow that made it all the more impactful. Vy recoiled as surely as if she'd stabbed them. How could she have known? Vy had never made any sort of sign of it. It was a secret even to their closest friends. There was no natural way of her knowing. And yet, she had a look in her eye, a distinct gleam, that convinced Vy she knew exactly what she was talking about. There was no explaining it, but there was no questioning it either. A grip of her hand, and they were following the pantheress into what appeared at first to be nothing more than a janitor's closet, from the outside appearance. Inside, it was so much more.

The room was the size of a bedroom, and it had seen recent use, judging by the fading embers of burning incense. As soon as that intoxicating aroma hit Vy's nose, they found themself slipping into a mildly mesmerized state. Their eyes wandered, their jaw loosened, and their whole body released some of the visible tension they'd been carrying ever since first setting foot in that spooky building. It was a good thing, too. Vy was going to need to be loose after laying eyes on their surroundings. The only possible way to describe the room was 'ritual chamber.' It had all the trappings of a place someone might use to summon some dark being from below. Or beyond. They weren't sure which was worse.

Candles lined a scrawled summoning circle that was drawn in white. There were shelves lined with all sorts of occult books, some of them with titles in a language Vy couldn't recognize, much less read. Skulls and vials lined another shelf, lined up just so, carefully organized by whoever owned the place. Mira didn't seem bothered by any of it. She went striding in, and stood directly in the middle of that arcane symbol, turning back to Vy with a grin, finally letting go of their hand. That left them rubbing their fingers together nervously, watching the pantheress slink about, touching things as if familiar to them. She stroked her fingers along the cover of an old leatherbound book, or she tapped her claws along the surface of a well-preserved feline skull. It was too big to have belonged to a person, and its fangs were longer than any Vy had ever seen. When she turned back to look at the nervous gremlin, she had fire in her eyes, a coloured glimmer that reflected out around the room, casting shadows. A snap of her fingers, and the room burst to life, the many wicks igniting in unison with a fiery puff.

"Mira, um ..." Vy began, but there really weren't any words to properly communicate their feelings.

She just gave them a shrug, as if nothing they were seeing was a big deal. "Okay, I admit it. I'm kind of a witch. But not in a bad way, I promise! I'm going to help you, Vyrrie."

As much as Vy wanted to keep up the confidence, to give her some sort of properly flirtatious reply, they were finding they couldn't say much of anything. Instead, they dug their teeth deep into their lip, holding that position for a few seconds, staring over the pantheress' shapely form. She had always been such a curvy cat, but in the light of the candles, and the reflective glow of her own eyes, each of her feminine shapes seemed that much more attractive. There were desires in their mind, urges that made Vy want to simply reach out and touch her, with no foreplay whatsoever. Her breasts would have felt lovely to squeeze and knead. Her thighs looked so perfectly ample in that dress. She'd seemed so overdressed for a simple road trip before, but then, so was Vy. They were kindred spirits of impractical fashion amid a sea of comfortable travel wear. But their bond was more than that.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Vy found themself muttering, quietly enough Mira was wasn't really supposed to hear.

"This is a good idea." The firmness of her tone struck Vy, snapping their eyes to attention, looking into her face, and her welcoming, if devious smile. "I know what I'm doing. And I know what I want."

"Ahh ..." came Vy's weakened reply. They'd never seen her like this. She was the exact kind of assertive that was the equivalent of seizing Vy by the throat. "What do you want, then?"

"You know."

"I'm not sure if -"

"Shhh. You do. What else could it be? Why else would I lure you here, somewhere all alone, to this place of power? Just say it out loud. You'll feel better."

As she spoke, she set to a slow, precise touch of her entire body. She started by pressing her fingers to her hips, and rubbed over every detail, a little at a time. Vy couldn't help but follow, hypnotized by the movements of her digits, her arcane gestures swirling and swaying as if she were casting a spell on herself. Maybe she was, but Vy couldn't sense any sort of magical energy in the air. They liked to think they would have felt it if that was the case. Her eyes were only getting bright the longer she tantalized Vy with that self-grope, and their cheeks grew hot when they realized just how much they wanted to launch across the room, to charge her and tackle her, to touch her and take from her anything they wanted. That was enough to make Vy's eyes turn glance away from the cat for a time, lest those desires overtake their better judgment.

Mira noticed, and slowly approached, delicately reaching out their hand.

"Vy, no no, shush. There's no need to be upset, embarrassed. I know all about you. And I like it. All of it. There's nothing wrong with casting aside your restraint now and then, with giving in to the beast inside you. I would know."

Vy took to shaking their head rapidly, feeling something like panic overtaking them to hear the word spoken out loud at last. It faded somewhat when the pantheress laid her tender palm on their shoulder.

"No, it's not a good idea, you shouldn't ... you don't know. You don't really know."

She stood right in front of them, eventually overtaking them in a gentle embrace, not quite squeezing. Then she was purring, or whatever sound leopards made. It was the most comforting thing in the world in that moment. Vy wanted it to linger, wanted to just stand there and be held, but they knew she wanted more than that. When she looked into their eyes, she was brightly glimmering, her expression one of pure warmth. It was all enough to make Vy reconsider their initial resistance.

"I want to do something nice for you, but - you will definitely regret it."

She reflected Vy's amusement, showing those fangs in her bright smile. "The only thing I'm going to regret is not doing this sooner."

Vy remained planted, visibly gritting their teeth. It might have looked like a snarl if not for the fear in their eyes. Mira wasn't letting up, licking over her lips, lining her teeth with a little extra gleam as she stepped back and continued on with the show. This time, she was even more vigorous, not just touching, but deeply rubbing, kneading through her elegant dress and deep into her body. The pantheress was soft in places, maybe a bit on the chubby side, but that just meant she could dig her fingertips in deeper, squishing and squeezing at her own feminine shape, working from her thighs to her hips, and up to her chest. A firm self-grope was enough to make a moaning mewl spill from her lips, her eyes closing for a few moments before she opened them again to stare right into Vy's own.

"It will be for the best. For both of us," Mira assured. "Or maybe all three of us? I suppose it depends how you look at it."

The first signs were already there. Vy could feel it welling up inside their chest, making them start to tense up again, to stand up tall on their toes, visibly shaking. She took them by the wrists, holding their hands up, giving a slightly aggressive rumble that devolved into a needy yowl in time.

"Don't keep me waiting. We're going to have so much fun together. You just need to be shown that it's okay to let it out. To give in. To indulge the beast inside you."

There was that word again. Just to hear it, and Vy was vibrating. Their eyes went wide, and their lips curled back, showing an expression either aggressive or pained. Mira didn't flinch, unintimidated by the display, as if she'd seen things like it before. She just set to casually slipping Vy's long coat off of their shoulders, carefully folding it and setting it aside safely while Vy convulsed behind her.

"Wouldn't want anything to happen to that ..."

Vy didn't reply. They knew it was coming. There was no holding it back any longer. They wanted. They needed. And there was Mira, swishing back in front of them turning a full 360 to ensure Vy could see her from every angle. She was rumbling with desire, mewling with need, in something like heat as she writhed there atop nimble toes, her tail swinging back and forth as she awaited the transformation. There wasn't even any need for her to tease any longer. She'd started the process. Vy would finish it. All she needed was to set it off, like nudging them over the edge of a cliff, and Vy was left to plummet straight into the depths of their most bestial needs, following the basest, most primal instincts. The first manifestation was the sound of popping buttons.

Pop, pop, pop, one after another they went, soaring from Vy's shirt and clear across the room. Mira skillfully dodged, showing those feline reflexes as her eyes lit up with glee. Once the transformation began, Vy couldn't stop it. Or maybe they just didn't want to. Mira had managed to save Vy's coat from the impending chaos, but she hadn't bothered with the rest of their clothing. Maybe she wanted to see it get destroyed by the rapid changes. They shook back and forth, clutching their head, the sound of crackling mixing in with that of tearing seams. The front of Vy's shirt broke open, revealing their bare chest as it grew thicker, tauter, more visible muscular. Their face fell to a strained expression, the collar of their shirt ripping apart. Then the sleeves were tearing, starting at the cuffs and travelling up their arms. Vy's spine began to bulge out the back. Loose threads and fabric alike were flying all about the room, and there Mira stood, fondling herself, looking on with violet fire in her eyes.

When Vy violently snapped backwards, convulsing with the change coming over them, their shirt ripped in half to faintly cling to their expanding shoulders. Their belt was popping out of place, snapping in half as Vy's waist grew, and their pants weren't faring much better. The first tears appeared around their thighs, striking red fur bursting through the legs of those pants as they shredded open down to the knees. The noise of outfit ruination came along with a rising roar, as Vy's initial frightened whimpers became something more fearsome, something more powerful. They were left wear little more than a pair of shorts when the legs of those pants were utterly destroyed by the rising girth of their thighs and calves, and then they were bursting at the seat as Vy thickened out not just with size, but with arousal.

Their cock came springing forth as if launched from a catapult, that knotted spire viciously throbbing as Vy fell to a hunched, shaken pose. In time, they began to rise, assuming a slouching posture like that of a werewolf, or a monster, their lips drawn back to show their interlocked teeth. The intensity of their eyes made Mira visibly soon, her palm pressing to her chest, her teeth catching her lower lip as she looked on with fascination. Vy didn't mean to be so dramatic as they displayed their newly hulking form, standing as tall as the ceiling, shaft pumping out a steady stream of fluids, gobs of precum already thick enough to drip down to the floor with an audible splat, mixing with the scrawled symbol to further defile their surroundings. Grabbing at their chest, Vy tore the remains of their top away from their body, flinging those rags aside, following suit with the remnants of a thoroughly-ruined pair of pants. The beast stood before Mira, feral and unchained, looming, puffing, snorting, and most of all, throbbing with visible lust. She greeted their arrival with a lusty purr.

"There you are. I knew you had it in you. This is going to be good for you. Good for - OOF!"

That was all she got out before Vy lunged. They knocked thumped into her chest and knocked her flat, leaving her feet kicking up in the air from the forceful impact, though they were at least sentient enough to catch her before she smacked down to that hard floor. Vy didn't want to hurt her. Though they were most certainly going to get her back for her making them ruin most of their outfit. A flash of teeth, and she was gasping out, even instinctually curling up for a moment, thinking she was about to be mauled. In a way she was right, though it was largely harmless. Vy didn't tear at her flesh, or even her fur. Instead, they dug their fangs deep into the hem of her dress, and in a single wrench of their head tore the thing wide open, exposing her midriff and breasts alike. They grabbed at the remains and finished the job, leaving that fine garment in two ruined pieces, with plenty of tattered fluttering down around the two of them. Then they flashed her a monstrous grin.

"I suppose I deserved that." She chuckled.

Vy's response was a wet, dripping snarl. They were drooling on her by then. Their claws dug deep into the floor as their body flexed with the concentrated need running through their body. For a moment there was uncertainty in Mira's eyes as she observed that heaving monster looming just above her. Maybe her hopes were misplaced, and what she expected to be a blissful ravaging was going to be little more than a mauling. Vy gave a few more of those twitches, their body shaking side to side, claws scraping deep divots into the floor just beside the panther's shoulders. A little closer and she'd have been shredded. Vy was soon lunging, their body undulating as if brutally fucking the air just above the black cat, their eyes filled with a ferocity that made her purr. All she needed to do was make sure they didn't go too far, to harness that power for her own pleasure - for both of theirs - and all would be will.

Part of her was expecting to be demolished on the spot. She imagined herself taken, used, broken, treated as nothing more than a toy for Vy's release. But she was far from disappointed when the beast above her showed themself capable of at least some restrain. Rather than shove themself inside her, they took a moment to sample the cat first, taking her by the thighs and lifting her legs straight up over her head. That left her soft paws wiggling in Vy's face, a silent offer that they couldn't resist. Mira was soon mrawling to the sensation of a beast tongue slathering over the soles of her paws, firmly pressing into her squishy pads, even slurping between her toes. Vy was thorough. So much so that she was soaked to the shins in seconds, feeling the monster's spit drenching and dripping from her fur, their grip around her ankles so firm her toes were starting to go numb. Vy was relentless in their pursuit of paws, nibbling on those unsheathed claws, showing no far in taking Mira's toes right into their mouth to suck on. The slick sound of sleek panther paws getting kneaded in beast-maw was even loud enough to drown out Mira's rumbles, but nothing could silence those sharp feline cries of pleasure. A listener might have thought she was in distress, from all the noise she was already making. And Vy was only getting started with her.

After leaving her tingling from the knees down with that generous tongue-bathing, they slipped that paw from their jaws and instead set their slurps to the inside of her calves. She wasn't allowed to move much all through it. Not when Vy was holding her that tightly. She was just going to have to brace herself and keep from quivering with anticipation too much as she watched that broad tongue smoothly dragging down the inside of her legs, brushing past her knees, working its way up her thick thighs. Vy made a mess of her, leaving her in need of grooming as they streaked spit upon her pretty fur, but she wasn't concerned about that. She watched intently as they made their way to her glistening pussy. Vy didn't hesitate to dive in nose-first, immersing themself in the scent of Mira's lust, burying their muzzle against soaked lips soon after. A deep breath filled their senses with her potent want, and the first taste was a flood, a jolt, a shock of flavour dancing over their tongue as they dug deep into the contracting confines of the pantheress' pussy.

"Ah!" came her cry, as if startled. Then she settled deeper into a rumble so deep the shelves around them rattled. "Mmmmnh ... that's it. I knew you could do it, Vy."

All she got for a reply was a harsh snarl from between her thighs, one soon followed by their shoving deep inside her, penetrating her with their tongue until she screamed out loud. That sound got mixed in with her more feline yowls. She was broadcasting the call of a big cat in heat, or at least one in aching, drenching need. They tasted every drop of it, basking in her scent, her taste. A deep huff went along with every rapid slurp, plunging that slippery appendage in and out of her, fucking her until their saliva ran down to her thighs. Deeper and deeper still, they shoved until they were jaws-deep in leopard sex, their eyes closed, other senses proving more important in those sopping moments. The squelch of tongue pumping in and out of her mixed in with her rapid gasps of growing bliss, her insides clenching down around Vy's slurper, kneading it so tightly as to hardly let it go. The pleasure left her clinging to them, grabbing for a handle, body rising from the ground until she was akin to a necktie dangling from Vy's shoulders, her thighs wrapped around their head, her sex smothered tightly against their lips as she desperately held on, her body rolling with climactic convulsions that left her mewling, clenching, gushing in their face.

She fell limp soon after, dripping with the excess of her release, cunt still clenched about Vy's tongue, holding on to milk the very last few pulses of pleasure from it. Vy needed to give a hard tug to free themself, left with her juices dripping down their chin, adding a gleam to that toothy visage of theirs, the sleek coating twinkling in the candlelight. Mira wasn't sure if Vy was showing off, or if they just naturally moved with she hedonistic indulgence. A slow slurp over their chops produced such tantalizing noise, leaving her to watch them dragging their tongue smoothly over every detail of their fearsome face, cleaning up the warming mess, cleaning it from their muzzle to drink down like it were sweet nectar. They left her in need so intense that she was starting to show her teeth, drawing her lips back and answering Vy's toothy display with a growing snarl of her own. Before the first demanding growl could escape her throat, the beast was atop her, pouncing with a brutal swiftness that drove her flat to the ground and left her pinned beneath that beastly weight, helpless to their monstrous whims.

Vy wasn't between her thighs anymore. They were seated snugly on her chest, cock slapping against one of her breasts, leaving it dripping with the pre they were putting out. Vy smeared it back and forth, marking her cleavage, soaking her dark fur with their scent and warmth, before shoving up between them. A greedy grab was more than welcome, bringing another of those sweet yowls from Mira's lips, especially as Vy pushed closer and closer to her face. She knew she needed to return the favour, and she wasn't holding back. As soon as that thick monster-gremlin cock was within range, she was all over it. A swipe of her tongue revealed just how tingly its texture was, and she wasn't applying it gently. A grunt escaped the beast, but it didn't slow them down, urging inwards, closer and closer, sliding on the outstretched bed of the panther's tongue to glide straight towards the back of her throat. One big palm pressed to the back of her head, fingers curling into her silky hair meant she was staying exactly where Vy wanted her, left to schlurk and suck hard on those rigid inches buried deep in her soft muzzle.

She got a few seconds with that dick all to herself, leaving her to bob and suckle, nursing at it with her eyes closed, savouring the taste that overwhelmed her mind. The sound of Vy's growling approval with her every smooth glide up and down their shaft encouraged her to keep going, to purse her lips tighter, to wriggle and lash with that tongue wildly. Though it was all just building up to Vy seizing control. She couldn't put on the same performance when they were gripping her by the skull, both hands wrapped around her head, keeping her right where she was as they started plunging back and forth. All she could do was glurk and gulp as Vy filled her throat with precum, spurting straight down towards her belly, her neckfur bulging with the outline of the monster cock she was swallowing with Vy's every rabid thrust. Each motion came punctuated by their guttural grunts and hot huffs, blowing humid air through the room, the candles flickering as their massive body pumped back and forth, plunging deep into the pantheress' warm gullet, letting her peristalsis knead their every inch.

At least Vy was kind enough to pull back now and then for long enough to let Mira gasp once. Then they were right back down, hammering home between those soft lips, watching her face scrunch up, listening to all her feline noise muffled in her cock-stuffed throat. Their motions were only growing faster, becoming a blur of desirous motion, claiming her throat, her muzzle, her lips and tongue, all for themself. In those moments she was the beast's. She was Vy's toy, just like she'd hoped. Though even for all her expectations, she had to be shocked by how rough they were being with her. It didn't stop her from doing her beast to keep swallowing, to keep drinking from that meaty tap, guzzling down pre so thick she was already starting to feel deeply engorged by the load welling up in her belly. It was only getting thicker as that knot kiss against her lips with a squelching smack, leaving her tensing up in anticipation of the load welling up inside Vy. They were close, their tail lifting, their lips drawn back, their snarling building as climax seized hold of their muscular body, leaving them to flex and shudder with pleasure so strong as to feel forbidden, driving them to pounding the poor pantheress silly as she muffledly mewled there on their dick.

A pause in their thrusting was just enough to make Mira open her eyes, curiously peering up at Vy to see if there was anything wrong. She was greeted by their devious grin, and eyes that burned into her own. A grunt, and something like a howl was all the warning she got as they lunged forth, completely burying their cock in her mouth, knot and all, leaving that broad bulb to bulge her cheeks. It was a good thing she was some sort of witch. She was going to need magic or a miracle to endure the torrent of beast cum spraying down her gullet, pouring from Vy's bulging, expanding dick, milked out by those tender lips and shot straight into her gut. As soon as she felt the hit of that intense heat at the back of her throat, she started furiously swallowing, clenching her eyes tight, thinking about nothing but gulping down the entirety of Vy's monstrous load, letting its taste overtake her, clouding her thoughts. She was a beast much like them in those moments, operating on instinct and sensation, swallowing smoothly until she was left feeling heavy, burdened, sloshing with gremlin spunk.

It proved too much for her to take, resulting in a steaming eruption from mouth and nose alike as her throat clogged and she coughed up the remnants of Vy's cumshot, painting herself white from lips to tits and beyond. Vy was kind enough to pull from her mouth as she hacked her way to breathing again, though they weren't done yet. A squeeze of their knot, and they were milking out several more shots, laying them over Mira's soft face, carefully painting her in the mark of the beast's lust, trailing down to slather and soak her bust in musk-laced monster cum until their climax trickled to a close. One more squeeze, one more spurt, and they were left panting together as the room glowed around them. The light had changed, casting her in shadow, leaving Vy to gleam red as the candles reflected off their hide, their cock shining brightly as the remnants of that sloppy facefuck remained clinging to that sleek skin. They weren't any softer than before, even after overflowing her with seed like that.

She wasn't done either. Once she had cleared her throat and caught her breath as best she could, Mira was yowling again. A constant rowwwwl from her throat was her way of wordless begging for more, the pantheress caught up in the utmost of needy states. Now and then she escalated to something more aggressive, her chest puffing with the effort of her snarls, those feline instincts firing off in the presence of a creature so worthy, so capable of satisfying her. Vy knew how to please a cat. They just hoped Mira could handle it. They answered that ferocity with some of their own, seizing her shoulders and yanking her into the air. Even a well-padded cat like her felt weightless in their grasp, and she was left flailing inelegantly as she got herself flipped over and shoved down flat on her face. A natural arch of her back served to instinctively present her backside, as well as take some of the pressure of spunk-stuffed stomach. Vy was on top of her in moments, chest pressed to her shoulder blades, warm breath playing over the back of her neck until their could wrap their teeth firmly around her loose scruff, biting down and holding tight.

Vy kept her there for a time, letting her squirm at first, then set to increasingly violent writhing until she was snarling out, clawing at the air, scraping deep into the floor as that enduring mating bite set off every single instinct she had. She was beyond need after just a few seconds, shaking all over, slipping into yowling desperation. Only then did they shove their shaft between her thighs, glazing over her slippery sex, basting in her juices. A few grinds her her rubbing back, lunging against that cock, but far too pinned to position herself for penetration. They were going to take things at Vy's pace. Granted, as soon as Vy felt the touch of those soaking wet pussy lips against the tip of their engorged shaft, there wasn't much in the way of restraint left in their mind. One tease at insertion, and they needed more, shoving forth without a hint of care. Mira was plenty wet enough to endure the sudden outburst of forceful desire, breaking into a room-filling, ear-piercing feline screech as Vy buried themself to the knot in her hot sex, bottoming out with a solid thud that shook its way through her whole body, jiggling her curves, bouncing her ass forth as Vy's solid body impacted that perfectly plush, round booty.

The way her butt jiggled with every thrust had Vy watching carefully as they worked. A solid thud forth, and she was trying to get those yowls out again, so they bit a little harder. That silenced her, setting off those most submissive instincts, leaving her to slump and take everything Vy had to give. They launched into a vicious pace in a matter of moments. There was nothing tender about it. They worked with pure animal instinct, lusting for her body, treating her like a monster's mate as they plunged deep into her sex, spreading her out to let that knot thud against her outer lips again and again, spreading the splash of their mingling fluids all over the floor, further marking the ritual chamber with their lust. The only time Vy released her neck was to lick their way to ear, pressing their lips right close to it, letting her hear the rumbles echoing up from their deepest depths. The sound was potent enough to make her shudder, though when she recovered, she was countering with a toothy gleam of her own, her eyes flashing as she set into a snarl that even Vy's resumed scruff-biting couldn't silence her. They were just going to have to find a better way to shut her up.

If anyone were watching, (and who knew what sort of voyeuristic forces lurked in the shadows of that hotel) they might have feared for poor Mira's life to see the way the beast fucked her like the animal they were. Those thrusts weren't the tender motions of two passionate lovers. Vy bred her as if to break her, and it was already having its effect. Mira launched from snarling, to screeching, to settling into a drooling, lightly giggling stupefaction as the pleasure began to erode her ability to think. Her tongue flopped out over her bottom lip before Vy had even finished, already ascended to a state of bliss that took all the feline fight out of her. She was simply slipping into her most sultry of moans, loudly announcing her approval of every thrust schlicked sweetly between her thighs. Her tail remained high, and her back arched, her whole body steady as she let the beast utterly break her, pounding pleasure into her so potent she could hardly remember who she was anymore.

It all just made her tighter around Vy's cock, flexing and kneading on them as they drove her towards a climax that felt like an impending cataclysm welling up in her body. Faster and faster Vy went, playing the drum upon that plump, spotty butt. That knot wedged slightly inside her with each stroke, bouncing off her sex, finding purchase but denied again and again. It all made Vy snarl enough to fling spit into Mira's hair. They would not be denied. Not by her body, nor by physics. They were getting that fat bulb inside her, no matter how hard they had to ram against her to accomplish that. Mira's moans fell to overwhelmed groans and cries, sounding as if she were experiencing some sort of terror, but that was just cats. Nothing in her voice gave Vy the indication she was in pain, even as they rutted her to the point of ruination, leaving her clamping, clenching, squeezing down hard with contractions so rapid it was almost impossible not to cum inside her right then and there, her juices sloshing all over Vy's shaft, helping to get it slippery for the shove to follow. Harder, deeper, thump, thump, thump, driving against her needy pussy until there came that stretch, that sudden lunge forth, and a sound that resonated throughout the whole hotel.

POP

Its echo never found their ears. Vy was far too busy slipping into a monstrous roar, shaking the objects right off the surrounding shelves. They heard the shattering of glass as rare specimens spilled upon the floor, but Mira didn't seem to mind. She was busy, launching into a leonine roar of her own. The bassy sound would have been imposing if it wasn't largely drowned out by Vy's bellows. They had surely awakened every single guest in that spooky location with the sound of their climax, their body in sync with Mira's, their every throb and twitch of pleasure shared through cat and beast alike. The wet sounds followed, the gushing, the splashing, the splatter of seed shooting straight up into the black cat's womb, all sealed inside by the knot shoved tightly into those puffy lips, her lower belly bulging with the outline of that bestial tie. Vy held her as she wriggled for them, convulsing with delight so strong that she seemed to lose consciousness for a time, falling limp in the monster's embrace, only to blink back to awareness with the arcane light in her eyes faded back down to normal.

She was filled, even bloated, sloshing with the encumbering load, and soon, she was purring too. Vy's knot wasn't going anywhere until the beast softened, so she was just going to have to get used to being close to them. For their part, Vy soon scooped her up as their climax faded to a glow, pulling her against their chest and rolling over onto their side. Their tongue was soon all over her, slathering up and down the back of her head and neck, helping to soothe the bruising on her neck from where they'd so aggressively bitten. She rumbled deeply and snuggled back, giving a little chuckle, still sounding like she was in an intoxicated daze as she cuddled with the beast.

"God ... I regret nothing ..." she puffed, taking some time to catch her breath. When she had, she continued on in a soothing, golden tone, albeit still a shaky one. "Doesn't that feel better?"

"Rrf," was Vy's reply.

"Hee. You don't have to say anything. I can already tell you feel pretty good by what a cuddle-grem you're being."

"Rrrrrr," came their rumble, followed by slurping her again.

"I'll be honest. I might not have enjoyed that so much if it wasn't for a little magic. But I'm fine. You weren't too rough." She wiggled on Vy's knot just enough to turn her head around and get a look at them. "We can do that again, you know. Anytime you need. Over and over. There's no need to feel bad about it."

That just left Vy silent. They squeezed her a little harder.

"Aw. It's okay. I've been waiting for that for a long time, you know. And I enjoyed every moment. You are such a beast."

It wasn't that Vy couldn't speak in such a state, so much as they didn't feel the need in that moment. Every sensation was just right. The heat, the touch, the scent of the pantheress, her need finally fulfilled, her belly slightly heavy with their seed. Vy felt as if they could have stayed there forever, knotted, stroking, squeezing, cuddling and keeping that soft cat all to themself. They thought about how soon they wanted to go at her again. How much could her body take, anyway? Surely she still had limits. But they'd find them, in time. Vy's knot gave a solid twitch just thinking about having her again, ensuring they weren't pulling apart anytime soon. Oh well. It probably wasn't too dangerous to sleep there in that obviously evil room, at least for one night.

Chapter 2

For Factanonverba

Femdom, Corruption, Willing Oral Vore, Digestion

Sara's face lit up with a look of absolute delight when she saw just how big the bed really was. She was used to curling up, or just stretching out on the floor, with no complaints. But it was going to be such a treat to sprawl across the glossy pink sheets of a massive bed that looked like it had been made for her. They even got the colour right! The moment she saw it, she was blowing right past Tristan, lunging across the room with an impressive pounce, her bag slipping from her shoulder in mid-air, thunking to the floor. The dobie just followed along behind, taking a moment to admire the rest of the room with an approving whistle.

He was amazed just how cheaply they'd managed to land a stay for the night, when he laid eyes on the spacious room. It was well-decorated to the point of almost foolish too. There were paintings on the walls that looked like originals. And slightly spooky, in fitting with the general nature of the whole place. Looking into those grayscale landscapes or structures gave him a strange feeling, like nostalgia and longing all at once, some buried part of him wishing he could be there in those places, standing under the clouds in the rain. Similar were the trinkets dotting the side tables and hanging from the walls. Were they some sort of good luck charms? A violet crystal sat in a display case on a shelf, and for a moment he could have sworn it was glowing in the corner of his eye, stopping the moment he snapped to look at it.

The whole room smelled lovely, too. It was like someone had sprinkled flowers over the bed in welcome. Sara was already sprawled there, splaying herself across the gigantic mattress. It took a lot to make an eight-foot raptoress comfortable, but just to look at her, and that pleased smile on her face, Tristan could already tell it was spectacularly soft. But he still had to find out for himself. Striding forward, he stood at the end of the bed, and carefully set his things down, observing the happy raptor. Her cute smile was irresistible, putting one on his face just to watch her squirming atop the covers.

"Sooo ... looks like there's just one bed, but there should be lots of room for both of us. You don't mind sharing, right?"

He was just a little flirty about it, not wanting to be too forward, but the playful tone of Sara's response was as reassuring as could be.

"Of course I don't mind! Gonna cuddle you though. It's the rules."

After a long day of travelling, some snuggling with a girly dinosaur felt like the best thing in the world. He could get himself changed and freshen up later. For the moment, all he wanted was to collapse into her embrace and listen to her giggling into one of his pointy ears. One step back, and he followed her example, pouncing onto the bed just like she had. Maybe a dobie couldn't lunge quite so impressively as a raptoress, but she gleefully applauded him anyway when he inelegantly bellyflopped beside her, sending the dozen or so pillows tumbling about as he crashed onto that feather-soft mattress. The instant he hit it, he let out a deep sigh, feeling its soft touch conforming to his contours, feeling as if had been made for someone of his exact size and shape. He relaxed beside the raptor for a few seconds, but that was as long as her patience lasted.

Sometimes he forgot just how strong Sara was. For all his muscle, Tristan felt like a teddy-dog in the raptor's grasp, tugged against her soft chest and squished tight to her tits as she scooped him into a great big hug. He couldn't escape. His only option was to cuddle up against her and share in her warmth. Her body wasn't like other reptiles, her temperature staying high, ensuring he was nice and snug against her body without even needing the covers. They still hadn't undressed, but he didn't care. He felt good just letting her hold him a while, feeling all that power covertly contained in her lean body, especially when she threw one leg over his hip and squeezed it around his back. That left him even more immersed in her embrace, trapped against smooth scales, his arms trapped to his sides. All he could do was wiggle.

That silly sight made her giggle, and she leaned in to smooch him on the forehead. His nub was wagging, and he was grateful for her loosening her grip just long enough to let his arms free. That meant he could reach up and stroke his fingers through her hair, cup her cheeks, rub her shoulders, everything he could do to admire and show his fondness for the lovely dino. Aside from the usual warmth of her presence, he felt something more in those moments. It dawned on him all of a sudden just how much he adored his big toothy friend. She was wearing the sweetest grin, and the display of her fangs did nothing to intimidate him. If anything, he was staring with unusual fascination, dancing over the details with his eyes, finding himself leaning closer and closer to take in the scent of her sweet bubblegum breath, drawn in by her cutely deadly allure.

Tristan wasn't sure exactly what had possessed him to kiss her on the teeth like that, but the resulting sound from her was worth it. She squealed with delight, pulling back to flash that grin at him before lunging into a smooch of her own. That meant overtaking his entire face in a drooly smooch, but he didn't mind at all. He was wagging at lightspeed, wriggling in her grasp, giving her those puppy dog eyes while she gleamed in amber, staring back with an intensity he so rarely saw from the gentle giant. It did something to him. His body had an immediate, primal reaction, and it wasn't fear. Just to see her looking at him like that, he felt a tingle running down his spine, dancing along the crown of his skull, and reaching all the way to his toes, making them curl tightly. He bit his lip, tensed his jaw, bracing himself to try to resist the seductive spell the raptor's mere presence was casting over him, but he couldn't just tell his body how it felt. There was no hiding it when they were pressed so close together, and his cock started slipping from its sheath, pushing out with sudden, firm twitches of arousal rapidly washing over him. Even through the clothing, Sara would have had to be completely oblivious not to notice it.

Her grin just broadened, going from playful to something more devious, something slightly threatening.

"Oh, getting excited already? Hee. You're so cute. Getting a boner just from some cuddling." She reached out and ran a single finger along his cheek, eventually booping him on the nose. "I guess you really like me."

Tristan gave a small, nervous smile. "Of course I do, Sara. You're a gorgeous dino. I don't mean to be so forward, but -"

She cut him off with a sudden lunge, shoving her tongue into his open mouth while he spoke. He swallowed the forked tip briefly before she was back out, slurping all over his face, drooling on him just a bit, wrapping up his muzzle between her lips and giving him a messy, noisy suckle. Only then did she slip free, flashing her teeth at him, licking over them slowly before she bothered to speak.

"I wanna suck your cock."

The bluntness struck him hard enough he was jolted back by her words. He blinked a couple times, and then he just gave a horny growl. Just like that, and his knot was popping out of his sheath, already fully formed before he reached full hardness. After that he was throbbing, dripping in his boxers. Just what had come over him? He was absolutely pulsing with that sudden need, panting, his chest fluttering with the rise of his excitement. It was all so much he hardly knew what to do with his body. She eroded his confidence with the power of her presence, but it hardly mattered. All he had to do was go along with her whims, left blushing and yipping as she pushed him over flat on his back, looming over him, swishing her thick tail through the air.

He might as well have been tied to the bed. His arms were spread out around him, leaving himself totally vulnerable to the raptoress, trusting her completely. She managed to resist the temptation to tear him out of his clothes, at least. Instead, she carefully curled a finger into his belt and tugged it from his body. Over her shoulder it went, and he was left to squirm, even to whimper while she undressed him, doing nothing to help her. Something about her left him feeling so helpless. It felt_good_ to completely submit, to just stretch out and let her take control. She dragged the clothes off of half his body, leaving his dick pulsing, even spurting at her, each hard flex sending a string of soaring into the air, raining down over his shaft to make the pink spire glisten a little brighter under the light. Every inch of scales she revealed to him was only making him twitch harder, his hips starting to bounce and thrust on the bed with all that pent-up need, humping the air while he watched her pull her top over her head, and grope all over her own bust, hissing and moaning at him as she stripped out of her flowery bra.

The sight of bare raptor tits in front of him filled Tristan with an even greater need. She tormented him just by showing off, squeezing herself, cupping beneath her ample bosom to bounce those breasts up and down a few times. Her tail was starting to move much like his, though she had a whole lot more to wag, swinging it recklessly through the room with some mighty whipping motion. Only when he was squirming on the bed with how much he wanted her did she pounce. It wasn't a full body pounce this time, but rather one that had her gripping him by the thighs, pulling his legs apart and shoving her face straight between his legs, pressing her snout right up against his balls and taking a nice deep sniff. Then there came her tongue, before he could even moan, the sound catching in his throat and leaving him wheezing with devastated delight as she stroked that forked tip along his knot, flicking and slicking until his spire was glistening with raptor spit.

"Mmm... you just taste so good tonight," she murmured, her moaning soon growing muffled as she stuffed him into the warm embrace of her maw.

She was in no mood for savouring. She needed all of him, right that moment. Tristan jumped and barked as he felt his cock swiftly sliding along her tongue, stuffing straight to the back of her throat, left to bask in the sensation of her swallowing at his inches. She didn't so much as flinch at taking his whole thick shaft, even when she started sucking on his fat knot. She remained there, crouched low, her rump high in the air as she started sucking with rolling lunges that reached all the way to the tip of her raised tail. It wasn't just her lips massaging over his dick, but her tongue, the roof of her mouth, and her throat. That was the best of it all, feeling her gulping and squeezing with her smooth gullet wrapped around the first few inches of Tristan's cock. The muscular workings of her every swallow was incredible, leaving him drooling on himself, his tongue flopped out the side of his wide-open muzzle, planted on the sheets as he remained sprawled and open, letting the raptor suck and taste him all she liked.

His entire crotch was shining bright with the sheer amount of spit she was working up sucking on him like that, the sloppy noise echoing through the room somehow. For all her ferocity, she didn't prick him once with her many sharp teeth, expertly working him back and forth, bobbing and bouncing on his dick, while he was left clinging to the bed, digging his fingers deep into the mattress, bumping his hips a few times but doing nothing to seize control. After a while, he permitted himself to at least stroke through her hair again, lightly gripping her head while she gave him a blowjob so messy she was splashing him with the wet results of her salivating all over his cock. It bulged in her throat as she plunged down again and again, mixing her girly moans with snakeish hisses, wrapping her tongue right around his entire cock. It was flexible enough to squeeze on his knot, making him spurt pre down her throat, thicker and thicker, leaving him panting steam, whimpering, yelping, closing his eyes tight and throwing his hands in the air, covering his own face to try to muffle the silly wail of absolute ecstasy that burst out of him like a wolf's howl.

The sound of her swallowing his cum just made him cum harder. Maybe it was two orgasms in one. Or maybe just one long shot, gushing down Sara's gullet as the raptoress hummed and drank his seed straight down into her belly, swallowing hard, loudly, her throat bulging with the effort. Tristan had his eyes closed for much of it, but managed to catch a glimpse of that sight. Something about it was the most attractive thing he'd ever seen a woman do before. It ensured he was blowing a load for so long his balls were a little sore by the time she was down chugging it all down. She was so efficient. She didn't waste a drop, slurping it all off his soaked dick with flicks of her tongue that sent him straight into overstimulation, flinching and curling up, raising his knees and squirming away from that slurping assault. He couldn't get away. She gripped him his so firmly his leg went numb, holding him in place for a thorough cleaning, no matter how much he whimpered.

Tristan couldn't stop that doggish whine. He was gritting his teeth, giving her his most defeated, weakened look. And she shot back a snarling visage, one that dripped drool as she licked over her long fangs, starting up at him from between his legs with a hunger in her eyes that sent him straight into his instincts. A paralyzing fight-or-flight response prevented him from doing either, leaving him flat on the bed, completely at her mercy. She was looking more and more like a beast, or even a monster, her tongue soaked with saliva, dripping down on him as she raised up to a crouch, looming, swaying, and then snarling. She had such an unusual growl, like a wet rumble in her throat. Her eyes were more orange than their usual yellow, reflecting brightly as the room itself seemed to grow dimmer around them. He always knew she had an aggressive side, but seeing it right there in front of him, all that savage dino power radiating from her. Her thighs were flexing tight, their shapely form bulging with might, and her tail was swaying like a feline ready to pounce. And when she did, she wasn't gentle.

Her weight was probably enough to crush him, so relatively speaking she was going easy on him, just knocking the wind out of him briefly as she landed palms-first on his chest, gripping on tight. He felt her claws dig in, left to stare and whimper at her gnashing jaws, those teeth clacking together and she opened and closed, over and over, as if chewing on an invisible snack. Her drool rained down on his face, and he just panted and reached up for her, desperately clinging to her body. This time, she wasn't so kind as to spare his clothing. She peeled his top off his chest in a single tug, and a nimble kick of her leg caught her skirt on a toe-claw. It was doomed, yanked from her body with a flutter of fabric, leaving her in a pair of soaked pink panties turned translucent by her thickly flowing juices, the scent of horny raptor flooding the dobie's senses until he was moaning every time he inhaled. It was a feat just to find his voice, and even when he did, his every syllable trembled in his throat.

"S-Sara ... I don't know what came over us. But I need you so bad ..."

She snarled out and lunged at his face, her teeth clicking together an inch from his nose. Then she giggled and stuck her tongue out, licking her lips.

"Me too. I just ... I wanna let it all out. All the raptor stuff I usually hold in. You can tell me if I'm going to hard, or if you're scared, but ... I wanna show you what I can really do. If you trust me."

Tristan didn't think about it. He nodded vigorously enough to flail his tongue around.

"I trust you."

"Nnf. Goood. Okay." Sara took a deep breath. "I'm so horny right now I wanna scream, and you're exactly who I need ..."

The room was illuminated in violet by then. That nearby crystal was giving off a purple glow, shining so brightly it made up for the fading lights overhead. It cast the whole thing in a romantic shade, highlighting her curves, and his carved muscles. That masculine tone wasn't doing Tristan any good in those moments. Sara was bigger than him, stronger than him, and a thousand times more deadly than him. She could have ended him in moments. But she chose instead to channel all that aggression into riding his his cock, slipping over his still-hard shaft, finding her spot and sinking down all in one motion. Not even his knot could give her pause. She shoved it inside and let it seal her up tight, squeezing on it for a time after thumping down onto his hips to bend him in half. Her grip remained firm, palms planted on his chest, feeling his thumping heart while she stared into his eyes. She kept her feet planted on either side of his hips, using all that thigh strength to squat down hard on his dick, moving slowly at first, spanking her ass down on his thighs hard. He gave a little yip every time she thumped down, his lower lip quivering with the pleasure flowing through him as she drove him deep into her needy sex.

She churred at first, giving that vibrating raptor cry as if calling her pack, and then she was giving a guttural display of aggression, flashing her teeth at him as if to remind him at every moment how dangerous she was. It was hardly necessary. He was holding onto her hips then, but he could to nothing to slow her down. Smoothly, slickly, loudly slishing up to clasp half his cock in the tight grip of her cunt, and then down she went, thumping, performing a perfect squat, those thick thighs working hard as she bounced her booty up and down on his lap, the fleshy slap of scales to skin echoing out through the room as the light around them fuelled their lust, ensuring they couldn't focus on anything but each other, filling them with need for each other's bodies. Hotter, wetter, louder, harder - she was working herself up into a snarling frenzy, her snarls lashing her tongue about, flinging drool in all directions. Her body was shiny with the sweat she was working up, and all Tristan could do was hold on and go along for the ride, feeling his knot plunging and popping in and out of that soaking wet raptor cunt over and over, driven deep inside her with her every feral thrust.

He couldn't even feel his legs anymore. He didn't need to. All he could think about was the silky-smooth sensation of her sex sliding sweetly up and down his shaft, driving the moans out of him along with all those vulnerable canine noises. Whimpering, whining, sounding like he was begging for more even as she bounced down on him so fast he could hardly tell one thrust from another. She was squealing one moment, roaring another, her voice showing its full range, echoing through the hotel as the room grew darker and darker. It had taken on a shade of such deep violet as to be almost black, leaving Sara's eyes glowing like embers above him. It was just enough light to let the dobie stare deep into her jaws as she rode him hard. He was looking right past her teeth as she gaped her maw before him, gazing fondly at the back of her throat, still remembering how it felt wrapped around his cock, still finding her breath so sweet, so enticing, making him want to just reach up and shove his head inside even as she rutted him to climax with her powerful springing, the smack of ass to thighs and balls alike becoming a brutal drumbeat to rival the harshest music.

When her face twisted into a blissful snarl, a ferocious expression of pleasure, Tristan could only watch with his eyes wide and shiny, looking like the most vulnerable little doggy beneath the massive dinosaur. Sara finally fell to her knees, squeezing her legs tight around the dobie's hips, squishing herself down on his knot to grind her pussy against his crotchfur hard. Her motions got shorter, faster, rapidly working as she breathed faster and hotter in his face, soaking him in her breath, in her spit, moving down until her gnashing teeth were inches from her face. She built up to a roar to rival any big cat's, bellowing out that explosive noise right into his senses, leaving his ears ringing and his vision all blurred from the steam she puffed in his face. He could taste her by then, for all the drool he'd swallowed, dripping down into his open, twitching jaws as he whimpered out weakly, not even capable of attempting to equal her cry of orgasm. He shook all over as he felt that peak hit him, leaving him clenching his eyes shut, his limbs setting to spasms, his body no longer his own as the pleasure possessd him like a spirit, the clench of raptor sex around his every inch massaging him in a way as to leave him completely enraptured, blanking out to a shell of himself, thinking of nothing but cumming inside sweet, vicious Sara.

She went first. A lash of her tail, whipping violently through the air, and she clamped down hard on his knot, squeezing it so hard he could hardly bear it, her eyes closing and the most lovely expression overtaking her. Simultaneously a snarl and a smile, she looked violently delighted, parting her jaws just enough to let out a saurian raaahhh as she hit the heights of her pleasure, going from soaking wet to an utter mess as she squirted all over his knot. Not even that fat bulb could contain such a mess, leaving it to gush all over him from thighs to chest, soaking him in the scent of raptor as he responded back with a hard flex of his cock, followed by blowing every single drop he had pent up inside him. It was beyond his limits, more than he'd ever put out before. He felt supernatural in those moments, milked by the contractions of climax Sara made atop him, her squeezing and kneading keeping him going well past the initial gush, leaving him going off again, and again, each shot a splash thick enough to fill her womb. She might have been bigger than him, but he gave her more than enough, cumming until his cock felt like it'd been immersed in ice for the numbness spreading across its length.

He fell into a dumb dobie smile, his eyes rolling back, looking like a lady who'd been fucked stupid there beneath the great raptoress. She remained on top of him for a time, giving those vibrating chitters and churrs, her eyes glowing in the new light. It was brighter then, no longer a pleasing, seductive violet, and instead a more sinister crimson. It reflected off her bared fangs, making her look like something straight out of a nightmare. But Tristan didn't care. He just weakly reached up for her, his shaky arm struggling to even get all the way to her face. Once he managed, he stroked her cheek, admiring her even as she snarled at him, rocking back and forth with aggressive lunges, spitting, puffing in his face, her tail thumping against the bed with a rising rhythm. She was still sitting on his knot, still flexing, but the beast in her eyes faded for just long enough to let her murmur her words like a low moan.

"Tristannnn ... I don't know how to say this ... " she began, her breathing accelerating as she worked her way up to it, her contractions on his dick just getting faster in the rising excitement. "I'm so hungrryyyyy ... I want ... I want to eat you. Right now. Whole."

Before he could respond, she cut in with a hasty addition.

"It won't hurt. I'll make it feel soooo good. I promise. Nnnf ... just ... I can't think about anything else."

Tristan might have thought about it more in another situation. But not when she was showing him those teeth, that sexy mouth, those jaws he couldn't wait to feel again. To imagine how it would feel to have her gullet wrapped around his entire body- it sounded like the most amazing thing. He needed it. And that thrumming crimson light flooding the room just made him feel all the more needy, as if he had always wanted to be a raptor's dinner. It felt as if his greatest desire was within his grasp. Of course he was going to take it.

"Do it, please, yes, Sara ..." he whined, his throat tightening with the overwhelming need taking over his thoughts. He couldn't bear to go a moment longer without being inside her mouth. "I want you to. I want to make you feel good. To be your food, your meal, nngh ..."

Saying it out loud didn't lessen the appeal in the slightest. He could barely finish his last sentence without blowing another load inside her. For a moment, he wondered if his knot was going to slow her down. He wasn't getting any softer. But then he was left to bark out in shock at the feeling of her so deftly pulling from his tie, popping free with a juicy splatter of all his cum, overflowing from her cunt, painting down the bed with their combined mess as the scent of raptor and canine sex poured through his senses. It made every touch feel that much better, from the stroking of his arms, to the lick of his forehead. She was trembling by then. She spent so much of her time suppressing that instinct of hers, the one that panged her with the urge to devour almost everyone she met. And she was finally going to let it loose, and on a willing partner. Sara couldn't have been happier. But she wasn't able to hold back any longer.

All those threatening lunges had just been practice. He had almost grown used to them. This one wasn't playing, wasn't teasing at intimidating him. She opened her jaws wide and briefly gave him that perfect look inside the gaping mouth of a hungry raptoress. Time seemed to stand still. The shock of adrenaline running through his veins allowed him to perceive that brief moment as if frozen. The strands of saliva stretching between her long fangs snapped, the faint pop ringing out for what seemed like several seconds as slow-motion drops of spit rained down on Tristan's awestruck face. His muzzle sat slightly agape, his eyes wide and full of wonder, a gasp forming in his throat. He never got it out before she struck with all the swiftness of a cobra.

From the light of the room to humid darkness, Tristan was immersed in the ravenous raptor's fleshy maw all in a single nomf. He heard her make the noise herself, throwing in a few om nom noms as she nibbled her way down to the base of his throat. Her teeth were there the whole time, indenting his skin, but she was careful enough to keep from slicing him to ribbons, even in her frenzy. Deeper he went, too stunned by the attack to even squirm, laying there motionless until he felt the squeeze of her throat squishing down on his muzzle. There it was. That perfect silky feeling of undulating flesh pressing on his body was everything he'd ever wanted. He was moaning there in her gullet, finally letting that gasp escape his lips, listening to it echoing down into the slimy darkness as she rapidly gobbled him down. Her cute noises turned more into sustained growling, the sound surrounding him in a soaking-wet soundscape of squelches and rumbles, with the occasional girly moan mixed in. She loved the way he tasted, the way he felt sliding down her throat, and she wasn't stopping for anything.

He felt her hands around his wrists, and his arms went rigid for how hard she squeezed him, leaving his fingers numb. She was stuffing him inside, slipping his face straight into her throat, letting it be a bulge that faintly displayed his dazed expression to the outside world. She was still on top of him, but she was hoisting him up, rolling her body back as she made her way to his rapidly puffing chest. He felt the pricks and pokes of her deadly fangs, but she never pierced his skin, not even once. It would have been easy for her to bite right through flesh and bone alike, but she was somehow gentle and caring enough even in the throes of drooling hunger to keep from harming him in any way. Tristan probably wouldn't have minded. He was so caught up in the sensations of his shoulders getting compressed and kneaded by her throat, in the way he so easily fit into her stretching body, as if he were meant for her, always waiting to slip down into her depths, that pain couldn't have possibly broken him from his horny stupor. Anything Sara wanted from him, he wanted to give, devoting himself to squirming and rubbing himself against her body, inside and out, just in hopes of making her feel good while she devoured him.

It wasn't the first time they'd ever been intimate. Sara had a pretty good idea of what Tristan liked by then, though that might or might not have something she was thinking about when she slipped her tail down beneath him, slowly wrapping it around his waist for a single loop to lightly squeeze. It was more flexible than it should have been, and she could do all kinds of tricks with it. One of which was slipping the scaly tip right up between his muscular cheeks, wiggling and prodding until she found his rim. A little more pressure, and she was penetrating him, ensuring he kept those squirms going as he clamped down hard on her scales. Not for any sort of discomfort. He was panting with delight as she tail-fucked him down her throat, using it for extra leverage to shove him head-first towards her gurgling gut.

Her stomach was already making plenty of noise before he arrived, slopping and churning and splashing its surroundings with the messy process. It was even louder once his muzzle poked through into the steaming confines. Tristan expected some sort of acidic smell to hit him, to burn his lungs, but instead he found even Sara's belly to be warm and accommodating. The scent was nearly as sweet as the rest of her, if more humid, as if she'd been preparing herself just on the off chance that she might end up swallowing someone whole that very night. He didn't consider it too much. All he knew was her tail felt amazing inside of him, getting his hips moving, thrusting, bouncing, lunging forward to grind against her tongue in uncontrollable thrusts of desire. His body was no longer his own. He existed just to bring her pleasure.

Once his cock was cresting over the back of her tongue and slipping into her throat, his face stuffed to the bottom of her empty gut, he was crying out with pleasure. The only way to show how much he was enjoying himself was to pleasure her right back, making sure to rub and hump his way down her gullet, bulging with her every swallow. She pulled her tail from him after easing his ass between her lips, nibbling that fine booty a few times before tossing her head back sharply enough to whip his legs straight in the air. His spine gave a little pop, but he wasn't hurt. He was rigid all over, feeling the slippery slide of gullet-flesh massaging over his knotted dick, all the way down, driving him to a peak that had him teetering on the edge of screaming climax, but holding onto it for a little longer. He built up and built up, putting all that energy into being the best possible meal he could for her, giving her the most energetic squirms he hoped she'd ever felt, letting every detail of his body massage right back at those delightful compressions of her throat around him. Soon he was nothing more than a pair of paws nestled atop her wriggling tongue, drool squishing between his toes.

One more toss of her head, and she was finishing him off with a theatrical GULP. He heard her sighing as he made his final descent, accumulating in her belly and stretching the walls out around him. It was a tight fit, but not one that gave her body any visible sign of strain or distress. She had a big round belly spread across her lap, squishing down on her soft thighs, but that was all. A deep squeeze of her prey, and she was moaning out, mixing in some rumbling raptor noise. Then there came the belch, that singularly triumphant blast of force, gurgling all around him before erupting upwards to fill the room with a sound most unbecoming of a cute dino girl like Sara. She kneaded and massage him a while, sitting cross-legged as he bounced and wiggled for her, giggling at the feeling of him humping at her belly walls. He was absolutely relentless. No matter how tired he got, how little air there was for him to breathe, he spent all his energy on pleasuring her for the sweet privilege of letting him be her supper. The digestives were already greeting him in return.

"Ohhhh, Tristan ... you feel so good in there. So filling. So ... yes," came her words, filtered through the layers between him and the outside.

A hot splash over his fur was the start of the process, and her stomach was far from anything normal. It worked too quickly to be natural, already filling up halfway with thick slime, setting to bubbling and churning as if turned into fast-forward. None of it hurt. It tingled and it numbed, but Tristan was every bit as blissful as ever, feeling the juices seeping into him, transforming him into something more useful for the dear raptor. He didn't stop humping, even as he felt himself begin to melt. Little details grew goopier, softer, the outline of the big, muscular dog in Sara's gut starting to lose its distinction, the details smearing with every sloppy churn. Even in such a situation, he humped her gut with all his strength, rocking it up and down, sending the jiggles all through the curves of the dino's body, wobbling the padding that his own form was soon going to enhance. It was that thought that sent him over, the bulge of his outlined knot visibly swelling before he was spurting hot dog cum all over himself and the chamber around him. It spurted thickly, dripping down to join the rising mess as his toes vanished in the churns, leaving him to start to slump and fade as he was overtaken by a process far more deadly than should have been possible.

From his feet, to his knees, to his waist, he felt his body growing numb, slipping into a dreamlike state as he kept his fingers kneading. Sara slipped her tail down between her thighs as she digested her good dobie friend, fucking herself with the tip until her hips were bouncing up and down. She had to sprawl out over the bed as her pleasure grew, turning Tristan's world on its side, spilling the juices and the sludge all over his immersed body. It might have been cause for panic for someone else. But all he needed was the muffled sound of her feminine moans. From faint gasps, to deep groans, to shrill, extended cries, the raptoress hissed and schlicked herself silly, pumping that tail deeper and deeper until she was stretching her own pussy with its fat shape, pounding herself and writhing on the bed as she got off to the sensation of digesting that sweet doggy. He was completely immersed by then, still a vaguely person-shaped bulge in her middle. But every noisy GLORP left Sara's gut a little smoother, a little rounder, compressing down over Tristan until the extra weight wasn't resembling him at all.

"Nnnnh ... Tristaaaaan ... so good ... all mine ... now just ... nnh!"

It was when her gut gave a mighty squeeze, mashing down flat around what used to be a handsome dog, that Sara hit her roar of climax. She made a sound that would have made a tyrannosaurus jealous, jaw stretched wide open, tongue hanging out as her ferocity slowly transformed into a silly grin of delight. The feeling of sloshing him down and starting to absorb him as raptor fat was too much. She was gushing all over her tail, only to pull out and squirt her pleasure across the bed, forming a shiny puddle of dino juices that ran smoothly down the underside of her fat tail. That attractive appendage was only getting thicker as she absorbed him, rapidly processing the digested canine through her intestines, adding him to her curves one pound at a time. By then, the room's illumination was more of a gentle blue, one that soothed the well-fed raptor into a digestive half-slumber, cooing to herself as she grew visibly plumper with the passing minutes. Whether it was the extra cup size to her soft tits, some padding on her juicy thighs, or some extra jiggle on her ample bubble butt, she was that much more attractive for every bit of Tristan she added to her own bulk. Her body was a perfect, efficient system for processing anyone she liked, even strong, studly dobies. Mere minutes after melting, he was already trophy weight on her sleek and shiny form.

The hotel ensured she had no regrets. He hadn't either, even in the very last moments. She was perfectly content to rest there a while, to soak in her own juices, and let her body's noisy grumbles be the only lullaby she needed. One more meal on her curves. Her hunger was finally truly satisfied, at least for one night. A little rest for now, and she could inspect her new padding in the mirror later. A thicker, softer raptoress was impossible for anyone to resist. No wonder Tristan wanted to be part of her. And for all the calories he'd provided her, she was still going to be hungry again. She was going to have to look for her other friends in the morning. If any of them made it through the night.

Chapter 3

For Mrstealth1993

Femdom, Facesitting, Facefucking, Titfucking, Tentacles, Cum Inflation, Slime

Being lucky enough to have a room all to himself meant Scribble could sleep any way he liked. He couldn't help but strip completely naked to settle in for the night's slumber. In other hotels, maybe that wouldn't have been a good idea, but that bed seemed not only clean, but almost impossibly welcoming. The touch of the sheets on his skin had him sighing and stretching out, his clothes left strewn in a trail behind him. It wasn't until that moment, that perfectly contented, blissful slump of restful stretching out that he realized how sleepy he had been. Sprawling out beneath the soft embrace of the silky covers was the perfect release of all his tension, leaving him feeling as if he was sailing away on a fluffy cloud. All the soreness in his body melted away, and his thoughts became clear and unburdened by worries until he was wandering his way into whimsical dreams.

The song came to him again. He'd been humming it all day, unsure of where he first heard it. In his dreams, he saw an open door, the light spilling out through the crack, illuminating the darkness of the hall in which he stood. There was a voice on the other side, singing to him, calling him. In a moment, his heart felt as if it had shattered into a thousand pieces. Whoever was on the other side sounded so lonely, so forlorn, and if he could do anything to help save them from that feeling then he was going to. His dream-self was perhaps bolder than he might have really been, bursting through that door without a moment's hesitation, no matter what was waiting for him. He never did get a chance to see it, left instead confronted by a flash of bright light that had him shielding his eyes all the way to waking.

He awoke in a state much unlike falling asleep. The covers were tossed everywhere, as if he'd been thrashing. It wasn't clear how long he'd been out. The full moon was shining through his window, giving him just enough light to see as he stumbled to his hooves. He was slightly short of breath, as if he'd been running for a while, and his cock had dropped to the point it was swinging back and forth from its sheath with his every step. A wave of dizziness came over him, and he had to lean on the bed for balance while he did his best to remember where he was. The surroundings felt so unfamiliar to him all of a sudden. He hadn't had much of a chance to look over his room for the night before falling fast asleep, but even so, everything struck him as new, like someone had come in and rearranged all the furniture and decorations while he was asleep.

It all had him rubbing his head, feeling strange, exposed, vulnerable. He looked for his scattered clothes, though he couldn't find all of them. His boxers and an undershirt were all that remained. They were going to have to do. There was a sensation in his chest that he didn't like at all, especially since he couldn't explain it. A great emptiness, a feeling of longing overcame him, spreading out like a tangible substance in his veins, until he could feel it in his fingers. He needed to find the door. It didn't matter if that urge made no sense. Someone needed him on the other side, and it was the only way he would be able to quell that turbulent sensation spreading through him. His legs were shaky and he was aching in ways he couldn't describe, but he wasn't letting that stop him. Striding to the door of his room, he threw it open with a firm sense of determination, staggering out, barely hiding the bulge in his boxers.

He must have passed by a hundred doors. Many of them looked the same. He didn't hear anything but the song, guiding him to exactly where he needed to be. His chest ached. There was a lump in his throat. The sadness in those notes was almost unbearable. And yet, through it all, his cock was giving a few twitches too. He couldn't explain it, so he didn't bother to think about it. All he could do was follow that siren song to the door that he had dreamt of. Not just that night, but many before. He only realized it when he saw it. The hotel was still and silent, not a single sound distracting him from that purpose. But where he had in in his dreams been bold enough to burst straight through, in real life he found he could barely raise his hand to pull the door open. He had no idea what was waiting for him, but his body was already having some sort of reaction, like a deep-rooted instinct ready to come out.

The only thing that could help him overcome such a feeling, such a primal sense of resistance was the enticing pull of her voice. It must have been a her. There was something so feminine about that mournful tune, something that invoked a warmness in his chest as surely as if he were sitting by a comforting fireplace. He was only then aware of just how cold the hotel was, especially walking around in his underwear like that. If he didn't do something about warming up, and soon, he was going to freeze out there in the hall. He was sure of it. With no other choice, he pushed against the open door, the weight of it surprisingly heavy, swinging open a little at a time as the sight of the singer spilled into his senses.

She was beautiful. That was his first thought. Then there came the horror, only hitting him after a moment. The monster was seated on the side of an expansive bed, one big enough to accommodate her massive frame. She reached nearly to the ceiling - or she would have, if he could see one. There was nothing but darkness where it should have been, a void the likes of which she belonged to. There was no comparison to creatures he had ever met. Perhaps she might have been some form of dragon, but her features were far too monstrous to be anything of his planet. Or his reality. She gleamed at him in shadow and fang, her many eyes illuminating the room in a ghostly light, her smile a slash that glimmered behind her teeth. The silhouettes of tentacles darted in and out of view, half-seen, as if partly made of the darkness itself, and with one hand she beckoned to him.

"Senka ... " he whispered, the word feeling at the same time foreign and intimately familiar to him. Only when it left his lips did he know it was the name he'd heard a hundred times in his dreams

When she heard it, she ceased her song with the abruptness of a skipping record. The room fell silent, but for the faint sound of her slick body schlicking as she moved. She dripped with slime, but it never seemed to stain or soak anything she touched, even as she glistened in the light of her own eyes. Her smile grew wider.

"Yes. I knew you would find me, sweetie. I have been calling to you for some time now."

He found his lip quivering, and for a moment he turned away, looking to the door he'd just used. It wasn't there anymore. The room was sealed, but for the light through the windows, and when he looked at them, they vanished as well, swallowed up by the darkness encircling Senka's menacing majesty. Only her voice could comfort him in the rising panic, as gentle as ever. He felt as if he had come home after a long time away, every time she spoke.

"You don't need to be afraid. But you may, if you like. I promise I won't hurt you."

"G-good ..." he stammered. His head was alight with thoughts unchained, the secrets of the universe trickling out from the depths of his subconscious mind, just to be in her presence. It was maddening. And yet, intriguing.

"Come here, sweetheart. I could use the company. Wouldn't you like to cuddle with mama Senka?"

Of course he would have. No small part of him wanted to throw himself into her open arms, watching as she spread them out, showing off her plump shape, so neatly wrapped in a cozy black nightgown that looked as if it was made of stars. It hugged snugly around her ample curves, drawing his eyes to her every features when he could manage to tear them away from her ever-present smile. He twitched with arousal and fear alike, fighting against his own survival instinct, tossing himself straight into the void, so to speak. To feel her touch on his cheek was to feel a thousand worries melting away, until his only fear was Senka herself. Nothing else could harm him as long as he was with her.

She was true to her word, handling him carefully, but firmly, pulling him into her warm lap as he pressed closer to her sleek and slippery body. Her arms were around him in moments, and she didn't seem to feel any modesty about squishing him right against her bosom. He slipped into her cleavage in moments, feeling her smooth skin where it wasn't covered by that soft fabric. They were soon stretched out together on the bed, rubbing each other's bodies. He let instinct guide him, following every whim and touching her everywhere he wanted to, and she returned the favour. Her hands were soothing and soft as she squeezed him, though her many tentacles were more frisky. They slipped beneath his top, streaking slime across his skin. He tingled wherever they touched him, squirming just a little as they undressed him with surprising ease. A slip and a slop, and he was topless, pressing his bare chest against Senka's bust as she pulled him in closer towards her jaws.

For a moment he expected the worst, as he closed in on her glowing maw. Nothing bad came of it. She simply wanted to kiss him. A soft moan emanated from with her as she met his lips as best she could. Most of her maw was fang, but she could certainly work her tongue. He felt it slipping over his own in moments, penetrating into his mouth with a slimy wiggle, plunging into the back of his throat at first before more modestly retreating to lick inside his mouth. There wasn't much he could do in response. He felt his body going limp, aside from the obvious stiffness her touch inflicted upon him. His cock was throbbing against her belly, and that was before she'd handled it whatsoever. Closer and closer she came, dipping a tentacle into those clinging boxers, stripping them slowly away before they vanished into nothingness. Perhaps they'd been consumed, or maybe simply unmade by the great mother of nightmares. He didn't worry about something so mundane as a single piece of clothing when sucking on her tongue was already bringing him pleasure beyond belief.

There was still that feeling of his mind shaking, like he might teeter over the edge into gibbering insanity with the slightest push. But more than that, there was the perpetual happiness that came with being closer to her, with touching her body, with tasting her tongue and her saliva. If it could even be called that. He wasn't sure just how much of her was solid, or if she were nothing more than liquid imitating a shapely woman. She seemed so malleable in places, and so firm in others. Her gown came away in his greedy grip, dripping between his fingers as if it had melted from her curves. That left her bare for him to squeeze and massage, feeling her taking a more and more distinct shape with his every touch. She had the body of a matriarch, ample in all the right places, and to touch her was to throb with growing need and lust for such a gorgeous figure, until it was outright leaking pre by the time he pressed his shaft against her soft belly.

Even with her tongue inside his mouth, Senka's voice still rang clear.

"There are so many desires inside of me. More than you could ever know, dear one. I shall keep you from the darkest, of course. But if I were to simply ... take control."

She demonstrated what she meant by smoothly shifting her grip from his back to his wrists, pinning them flat to the bed as her weight overtook him. Not all of it, but enough to keep him down. He had no complaints. She pulled from his mouth and let her tongue reel back into her jaws, flopping about in the process like a wild serpent, or a writhing eel.

"Mmm. I knew you'd like that. I am going to keep you, sweetie. For at least a little while. We will have such a lovely time together."

He wondered just how strong she really was. Or if her power had any limit whatsoever. He wasn't resisting her, but he wouldn't have a chance anyway. She could hold him prone with the force of a single finger, that digit pressed against his chest while she rose above him. Her smile was bright, and her tentacles whipped and snapped in rising excitement. He was harder for her than he could bear, his body shaking with every throb that passed through him. She ran her fingers from his chest to his belly, leaving him twitching with anticipation, but he got no more for stimulation than the air passing over his dick as she instead skipped upwards to grope at herself instead. A little laugh escaped her, an echoing sound that felt as if a chorus had briefly chimed in all around him. The sight of her pressing deep into her thighs, her hips, her bosom, it was almost more than he could stand. An equine snort came puffing out of him, and he raised his hips, as if to encourage her to give him just one stroke, just one squeeze. It was all he needed to blow that pent-up load straining his muscles, tensing his balls up tight to his body, keeping him perpetually near his peak without ever finding that moment of release.

She wasn't granting any favours. Not until she'd had her way with him. A cup and a bounce of her breasts, and she was leaning in, introducing her squishy bosom to his face. The slime that coated them gave a cooling, soothing sensation on his tongue when he reflexively licked, finding himself slickly smothered beneath the impressive weight of her hefty bust. One breast pressed flat against his face, completely immersing him in her soft touch, before his head slipped inwards to end up trapped in the deep squeeze of her cleavage. He felt the embrace of her breasts in stereo, pressing from all sides as she hugged around his shoulders. That just left him further trapped, though there was nothing distressing about it. He was exactly where he wanted to be, feeling those plump nightmare tits overtaking him, drowning out his vision, flooding his hearing with nothing but the steady squelch of her slime smearing across his skin, marking down his body with her sultry touch.

He never stopped working his tongue, showing her just how eager he was to serve the terror from beyond. It didn't matter how dangerous she was. He trusted her completely. Even pinned beneath her weight, he was safe. She made sure not to crush him, leaning on him just enough to keep him down, but without keeping him from breathing. When a slide to the side on her part had him with his lips pressed right up against one of her dark nipples, he knew exactly what to do. A few licks and he felt it firming against his mouth. That was plenty invitation for him to latch on and start sucking. His immediate reward came in the form of Senka's moan. It was a haunting sound that rang through the room, echoing off into the darkness above and beyond, sounding as if went on forever. Simply to know he could pleasure a creature like her was enough to make the horse blush with pride. He kept on suckling, tasting the juices that clung to her skin, licking the coating right off only to find it replaced, the monster's slime never seeming to run out.

It all felt so good, so immediately rewarding to suck and serve her that he hardly noticed his need for breath. Rather than a strain, it was a relief to breathe again when she let him up. He gasped his lungs full of her scent, his chest heaving. She smiled above him as she waited for him to recover, but she didn't give him long. From huffing, to breathing quickly, to relaxed, he felt rejuvenated just in time to see her rising, raising her tail. That thick appendage was like a treetrunk, broad and heavy yet moving with surprising agility as she hefted it over her shoulder, letting it drip and dangle down those well-licked tits. Though that wasn't her focus anymore. With her new plaything effectively incapacitated with delight and lust alike, she could take her time turning those broad hips around, giving him a fine look beneath her tail before all grew dark as she overtook his face, sitting firmly, mercilessly upon him, taking over the whole top half of his body with that immense booty until he was completely pinned beneath her, kissing up against her sex, listening to the squelch of her desire soaking over his features until he was near to drowning in the flowing juices pouring down his throat.

There was no choice but to serve her. He dug his tongue in deep, penetrating her sex, and ate her out as quickly and efficiently as he could. That meant guzzling those womanly juices down, tasting lust from beyond his world running straight down into his belly. It was warm to the touch, but never overwhelming, leaving him at the perfect temperature as he basked in her scent, feeling it soaking into his skin. Deeper and deeper he went, never finding the end of her slick pussy, even when his whole face was partly buried within. The way it squeezed down on him, it felt for a moment like she might simply consume him, might slurp him inside and keep him in her eldritch womb, but it never came to pass. Instead, she slipped him out with a sloppy splat, direction his lips and tongue instead to the dark rim just above her pussy. He spared nothing for modesty, sleekly sliding his tongue across that firm hole, slopping his saliva all along the surface before pushing deeper, eating out the nightmare's ass right without so much as a moment's hesitation. It was enough to make her warmly laugh her approval as she rubbed her thick rump back and forth against his face, getting a smooth grind going that shook the bed beneath them.

"Very good. I enjoy your eagerness. It is as I told you. There is nothing to fear. Only pleasure. And I think you deserve a reward for your kindness."

His ears perked up to hear that, but she took her time, leaving him suspended in a state of anticipation, his body jerking and twitching with the need coursing through his every sense. Those tentacles of hers moved with such a distinctly wet sound that he knew she was doing something with them without even needing to see. Then there came that slimy touch, this time stroking down the inside of his thighs, flopping over his hips. It he wasn't tongue-deep in her ass by then he might have cried out, even screamed in pleasure, from such a simple touch. His cock was giving throbs so firm they bulged him from base to flare, veins expanding with every needy flex. The slightest attention was near enough to make him blow a load, but she kept him on the edge as if by magic, or something deeper. Even as one tentacle went wriggling around the base of his shaft, holding it in place as she lowered down to wrap her impossibly flexible tongue around it, he could only feel his balls growing more tense, his cock more rigid, pumping out pre but never coming to a climax as she locked him in a state of perpetual edging.

It was far from agony. He ended up kicking, flailing beneath her, but he was completely immobilized by her massive booty upon him, as surely as if he were trapped beneath a boulder. The pleasure stayed right where it was, an enduring lightning strike, a sensation that usually only lasted a few moments stretching out for seconds, even a full minute. Only after lingering like that a while, sitting hard on his face did she add to the stimulation. A tentacle between his thighs, and she was sleekly teasing his own rim, stroking all around the dark donut of a hole there, making it shine with her slime as she stimulated him to the point he felt he might lose his mind. Another tentacle, and another, meant it was more than he could take. She was rubbing his taint, gently kneading his balls, her tongue slipping and sliding up and down his dick, and it all felt like he was cumming his brains out long before he found anything that resembled release.

Leaning over him meant she could press her lips to the tip of his dick, pulling off his face for just a moment to let him screech out with delight. It might have been a whinny, but it was corrupted by her presence, by the sheer ecstasy running through him, sounding unlike anything he'd ever vocalized before. This time, she hardly gave him the chance to recover his breath. He hadn't seen her change, but he was soon contending with a whole new modification to her anatomy, when two titanic nuts came down atop his nose, rubbing firm against his nostrils, smothering him beneath the slimy surface of Senka's plump new sack. Just like that, she had swapped herself around, faster than he could perceive, and set to rubbing, even teabagging him with her new endowment. A dark-skinned cock throbbed above, spurting something like pre all over his chest as she rode his face. The juices glow, and brought with them a scent that had his mouth watering. He hardly had to wait long to get a taste.

Senka had a way of being rough with him without doing the harm such motions should have caused. Even at her size, she could be precise in the ways that mattered. And she was swift, too. One thrust of her broad, matronly hips, and she was plunging a smooth nightmare cock between his lips and straight down his throat. He impressed himself with his own ability to keep from gagging, swallowing down the entirety of her shaft. It had such a pleasant shape, fitting into his gullet perfectly, as if designed specifically for him to suck. That could have been the case for all he knew, but he wasn't questioning it. The only thing he knew in those moments was wrapping his lips tight around her monstrous shaft, savouring the offering to his tastebuds she facefucked him with steady, firm motions, smacking those shiny balls against his nose over and over. The scent was reward enough, that rich eldritch musk overriding his sense of reality with every huff, but he kept on nursing her dick in hopes of being granted the gift of release. Whenever she decided he had he earned it.

She kept him primed to the point he felt as if might simply burst rather than cum. Perhaps his whole body would turn itself inside out with the flexing force overtaking his muscles, ensuring every single part of him was twitching, heaving. Some of it was starting to feel distressing, even frightening. His body had never behaved in such a way before. But some of him was still obeying his commands. Mostly, it was his mouth, his lips, his tongue, all working to knead and massage Senka's shaft as her sack plapped against him over and over. Her rising moans sounded like a song, sung in more voices than one, bringing to a peak a chorus of howls and wails, mournful and blissful all in one. He was filled with an intense feeling of fear to hear it, freezing on the spot, closing his eyes, wanting to shrink and hide away for a time. But when climax came, all the comfort of her motherly presence came flooding back.

Then there was her seed. Maybe it was cum, maybe something else, something more alien. It was hard to tell from his smothered angle, but his throat was glowing with the engorging load pumping inside of him in torrents so thick it was like wrapping his lips around an active firehose. His belly began to stretch and expand, that moonlight glow shining through his skin as he was left to slosh with the heavy pressure of all that nightmare jizz shooting inside of him. It overwhelmed and overflowed, pouring down his chin, down his chest. It was impossible to guzzle it all, and soon he wasn't even trying, just letting her drench him as he hit a peak so mindblowing he forgot if he existed for several moments. Then there came the aftermath, the twitching, bulging, expanding pressure of his cum finally finding freedom, and there couldn't have been a better place for it than her open mouth and breasts alike.

He unleashed like a storm, spraying over every part of her in range, soaking her at least half as well as she was soaking him. That was a feat all its own, considering the sheer volume she was putting out. When she pulled from his mouth, she was still painting him down for a while, sending him beneath the surface of glowing cum, rendering many of his senses numb. He couldn't hear, couldn't see, and his sense of smell and taste were completely overtaken by her cum. His cock was still twitching, his hips jumping, even if nothing more than a few drops were leaking out at that point. He hadn't softened. He was going to, as long as he was with her. Even after a release that felt like he'd jizzed his soul out for her, he was ready for more. She moved from atop him at least, but he still couldn't rise for a while, or feel much of anything.

Her touch was as soothing as it was healing, as if she were casting a spell over him. His exhausted muscles came back to life, resurrected on the spot. It was a miracle, really. She cooed in his ear as she rubbed up and down his cum-coated chest, and kneaded his lightly-inflated belly. He could have been fuller, but so much of it had ended up all over him instead. Her voice was ambrosia, clear even through the cum clogging his ears.

"You are a good boy. I am enjoying you. Are you having a good time, sweetie?"

He couldn't do much more than nod, but he made sure to do it with as much enthusiasm as possible.

"Good," she said, and licked him across the cheek, cleaning some of her own cum from him. "I think it is your turn now. I want to see your desire brought to life, with any part of me you like. Do you think you can do that for me?"

Even offering him that challenge, she spoke softly, her tone telling him she had the utmost confidence in him. He nodded again.

"Good boy," she said again.

It warmed his heart to hear her speak so highly of him. It warmed him even more to see her stretching out, spreading her thick body across the entire bed, showing him her curves as they glistened beneath the moonlight. There was no ceiling anymore. There might not have been a reality beyond that bedroom either, but he didn't let it scare him. It wasn't that he was locked away from the world, all alone with the motherly monster. The world couldn't harm or scare him anymore, so long as he was safe in her care.

He was so overwhelmed with desires to look over her naked body that he was briefly paralyzed with indecision. She had reversed the changes of before, her glistening pussy the first thing he saw, but there were so many other parts of her he wished to touch, to taste, to worship, admire, or simply cum all over. But he made up his mind when his gaze fixated on her bosom. He hadn't managed much time with her lovely bust. Each breast was bigger than his head, and it had such a soft, squishing texture to touch when he reached out and squeezed deep into each of them in turn. Her smile glowed over everything, reflecting her approval no matter how greedy he got with her body. He hardly knew what he was doing anymore, merely following the suggestions of his whims, letting lust be his guide as he climbed up upon her plush belly, taking a seat just beneath her tits as he continued kneading and massaging them as generously as he could.

Maybe he could have hit orgasm just rubbing her breasts for a while. Staring into her featureless eyes left him with such a happy feeling in his chest. The greatest monsters, the most horrifying creatures, they were nothing to fear. She was proof of that. Every moment he spent indulging in the pleasures of her body gave him a greater and greater sense of comfort. Nothing else mattered but their time together. He pushed his cock up into her cleavage, watching even its impressive equine girth almost completely vanishing, enveloped between her hefty tits. Clutching them tightly, he looked to her face just to ensure her smile was still there, that the beacon of her approval was still shining on him. He wasn't sure what he would have done if it wasn't. The thought made him shudder slightly, or maybe that was just the pleasure of starting to thrust and titfuck that sweet songbird of a nightmare, listening to her moans blending in with the slick symphony of his cock gliding along her slimy skin.

It all had him nickering and biting his lip after only a few thrusts. He flagged his tail, and grunted, bending forward and almost falling atop her. She gently supported him, not with a hand, but with a tentacle, pressing it against his shoulder to ensure he didn't topple over. Her arms were behind her head, weaving into her writhing hair, fully offering herself to his desires. His cock was already flaring, already starting to spurt pre, mixing it with the natural coating of her breasts to make them shine just a little brighter. He couldn't keep that up forever. The climax was going to get to him no matter how much willpower he had. Her body simply radiated pleasure, to every touch. Maybe he could have kept going until he was cumming all over her bosom, but the thought of marking her like that frightened him just a little. Would she like it? Better to bury himself deep within her and fill her with his seed to show how much he cared for her.

Simply sliding down her body was pleasure enough. He rubbed his shaft all the way along, streaking it over her belly, gliding along her naturally lubricated thigh before slipping in between her legs. She was large enough that he was up on his knees just to get at her sex, rubbing his flare along the wet folds of her pussy, feeling them tremble in response. As much as Senka might not have been a naturally-occurring creature, that response was as natural as anything of this world. She was dripping with need, warm and juicy, and the sound of his thick cock sinking inside of her was divinely lewd. It slished and squelched and left him shivering with bliss as he sank balls-deep in nightmare cunt. His tail swished all about as he held himself in her kneading depths, feeling her tightening around his dick, hugging on every vein, every bulge, working and kneading his medial ring to the point he hardly had to thrust.

As good as it felt, he was absolutely not going to let himself simply kneel there, clutching her hips. He wanted to pleasure her. He never hit an endpoint even when he buried himself within her to the point he was smacking his sack against her ass. There was no resistance to be cautious of, unlike other women. He got the sense he couldn't have hurt her if he tried. So as he pulled back, he braced himself, raised his ass high, and thumped down hard. She gave him a percussive moan, one that only inspired him to go faster, and harder, splashing her juices and slime alike in all directions from the force he was working up as he got going. Soon he was pounding her with all his strength, thinking nothing of caution. He wanted to hear her voice build to a climax, to hear a song sung just for him, and he wasn't going to let something so simple as fatigue slow him down.

He was puffing like an overexerted stallion before long, sweating, gritting his teeth, but looking up at her sweet smile kept him going. His flare swelled up inside her, and she clamped down on it in turn, serving to drive him to the edge much faster than he intended. But it hardly matter. There came those moans he wanted, mixed in with something that sounded like screams. Was that her own voice, or something beyond? Perhaps something trapped inside her. He didn't think about it long. All he could focus on was the feeling of her milking him, massaging him with those precise inner motions, squeezing his cock in ways a pussy had never squeezed him before. She knew all his pressure points, all the places he was sensitive, ensuring he built straight to a climax so powerful his balls were twitching, tightening, and bulging was they churned up a load that should have been impossible for even a horse like him to shoot.

There was no resisting her. Even passive like that, stretched out and letting him fuck her as hard as he wanted, he needed to cum inside her, right that very moment. Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes and launched into what was supposed to be a mighty neigh, the triumphant cry of a breeding stud, but he came nowhere close. The sound caught in his throat as he saw her glowing face even with his eyes closed, burned into his mind. It startled him, but the fear was good. It only served to make him climax hard as he collapsed atop her, shaking all over, rapidly pounding into her as he finally spurted all his jizz straight into her nightmarish depths. He didn't know how her monstrous body worked exactly, or if she even had a womb to fill, but he did know it felt better than anything he could have imagined to slip sleekly between her thighs and to cum until he couldn't possibly give her another drop, drooling upon her round gut as he was left a drained, exhausted husk of a horse coated from top to bottom in mama nightmare's slime.

"Very good boy." There was that praise again, more powerful than ever before, and he felt her clawed fingers running through his mane, reviving him with every touch. "You will need your rest soon. But before you do - perhaps you will permit me to take you in return? I will give you an experience unlike anything you have ever felt, and lull you into the deepest slumber you've ever had."

"Wh -" he began, stammering and panting. "What is it?"

"Simple, sweetie. I want you on your belly, and I want to be a blanket atop you, completely eclipsing you in my embrace while I fuck you."

The word from her was so sudden, so unexpectedly coarse that he jumped. She chuckled and reached down to stroke his cheek.

"I will not break you. I promise."

It only took him a moment's consideration.

"Of course, mama." The word came naturally to him, without a second thought. "If you want me that way, of course you can have me..."

"Good. I will enjoy you, and everything I can give to you - and take from you."

He was hardly certain of his own position anymore. She moved, and he flopped over limply, unable to do much with his body. Collapsing onto his face awkwardly, he let her reposition him, stretching him out as she overtook him with her soft body. There wasn't a single sign of him left by the time she was laying on top of him. His head vanished between her breasts, and her belly overtook his upper half. His outstretched legs were hidden beneath her thick thighs, and she soon found her position, planting that male part against is backside once more. It was thick, turgid with a pulsing energy that seemed to resonate from it. He knew she could have destroyed him with it, but he trusted her. Her presence was far too comforting for her to be a creature of any malice or even negligence.

It helped that she came so naturally lubricated. Her slime dribbled down his entire body until it had coated his every detail, and her cock was no different. It slipped sleekly against his rim, spreading him out with a mere nudge, smoothly penetrating in a single stroke. Even as it bulged its belly with the sheer girth, he wasn't in any sort of pain. Everything was perfect. Not the least of which was the way she so precisely rubbed against his prostate, sending him straight to his peak once more, nearly making him cum again on the spot. He whimpered out, not even able to make any equine noise anymore as she thumped her balls against his own, letting him feel just how much bigger, and heavier hers were. He could feel them churning against him. Maybe with cum, or maybe with something else. She was a monster, an unknowable being, but right in those moments her desires seemed plain to him. She wanted to fuck him, to pleasure him with each stretching stroke she made beneath his tail, her weight just enough to render him completely helpless without crushing him or suffocating him.

With every thump, he got a little louder, his voice reaching its shrillest register until she silenced him. It was a simple gesture, as casual as placing a finger over his lips, but rather than a digit it was a whole fat tentacle. That plump appendage penetrate past his lips, and slid right down his throat, leaving him to glurk and gulp at it. It should have been a choking feeling, but all he felt was the pleasure pouring down into his belly as he sucked the flavour out of it. He was getting noticeably weaker. His body wasn't responding much anymore, and in the pleasure, there was a fog coming over him. He closed his eyes and let his muffled moans fall to dreamy murmurs, mostly silenced by the plunging tentacle as the urge to slip into dreams overtook him. Senka was fucking him to sleep, and not because she was being gentle. She was simply driving the good feelings deep into his body until he was far too contented to do much else of anything.

There were no more words needed. His sensations were enough to show his appreciation. He was drifting, falling into a dark pit, but he had Senka's love washing over him the whole time. She fucked his rump until he felt the climax going, and it was that that pushed him into dreams. In those blurred visions, he was still beneath her, but feeling the climax washing over him a hundred times over, as if he was inhabiting multiple bodies all at once. His body twitched as he slumped beneath the nightmare, getting filled with her glowing cum, until his eyes turned bright, featureless white with her touch. Perhaps she had corrupted him, turned him into something a nightmare much like herself. But he could only drift through his dreams, feeling that tentacle pumping down his throat, filling his belly to even heavier than she already was. It just kept coming, filling, soaking, spurting down inside him as Senka sloppily fucked him all through it. He was fast asleep, but still blowing his load, letting it puddle out beneath him and soak right through the bed was he dreamt on in creamy bliss, his body experiencing things too blissful for him to be awake for.

He had trusted her completely. It remained to be seen how she would treat him in his dreams. But his body was sleeping comfortably, getting the rest he so badly needed. He didn't know where he was, or what she was. Nothing mattered anymore. Maybe she would keep him, entrap him in her realm for an eternity, treating him to pleasures beyond comprehension every single moment of his existence. Maybe she would let him go, with nothing but a kiss and the promise that she would find him once again. For the moment, she remained atop him, his blanket, his eldritch mother, caring for him, protecting him, and peering into his dreams. They were juiciest when his body was flooded with endorphins, leaving a silly smile on his face as he sloshed and gurgled with his belly full of nightmare cum. Whatever she decided for him, he knew he would approve.

Chapter 4

For MaxFactor

Domination, Corruption, Worship, Soul Vore

Max slept right through it all. Right the moment his head hit the pillow, he fell into a deeply satisfied state of relaxation. The sheets felt like silk against his body, to the point he had stripped down naked just to enjoy them a little more. No matter what noise spilled through the crack in the door, no matter how many voices called out in bliss or terror, the weasel remained locked in a slumber so deep that it might have been eternal, if not for the sultry interruption. She hadn't entered through the door, nor the window. One moment he was alone in his pleasant dreams, reliving his fondest memories in that bed of bliss, before a tide of darkness washed over his subconscious at the very same time as a shadow fell over his bed. Suddenly, those nocturnal images were shifting into something more sultry, peaceful scenes corrupted into scandalous displays of sex and depravity. Then there came the cackle, the shuddering laughter infused with pure insanity, hitting his senses and his mind alike from every angle.

It was a horrible sound, forcing him to spring from his sleep with a terrified startle, sitting straight up in bed. She was there. There was no hiding a creature like her. She sat at the foot of his bed, so that his fearful awakening projected him directly towards her grinning jaws. By initial appearances, she looked like a striped hyena, but there was something more sinister about her, something both frightening and hypnotic. She slowly swayed back and forth as she observed him, ensuring he could never fully focus on her fearsome visage Those interlocked teeth were sharper, more jagged, looking almost like they belonged to a shark. And her eyes were such a blatant shade of red that there was no mistaking her for anything but a demon. They spilled their evil tones around the room, bringing light where there was none, casting everything in their wicked hue. A forked black tongue wriggled between her teeth, and her body shuddered with silent laughter. The echo of his nightmare still rang in his ears, feeling as if it had attached itself to his very mind. And yet, he was aroused upon waking, and he didn't get any softer when he saw her. She wouldn't let him.

It was impossible not to stare. She was naked to her stripes, and when she saw him rise, she set to fiercely stroking over her own body, following his gaze almost perfectly. A glance at her breasts, and she was squeezing deeply into their ample shapes, looking as if crushing them with her demonic strength. She brought them towards her jaws and licked them with her wriggling tongue, stretching it out to obscene length, wetly shoving down into her cleavage. Then his eyes were briefly down, catching the motion of those vulgar throbs, the demon's dark dick engorged and dripping, already putting out a steady stream of pre as it pulsed there atop a fat set of lightly striped balls. She followed his eyes and put on a show of slowly stroking her cock right in front of his face, slowly inching closer to him as she reached out for him with her free hand.

Being in her presence for that long, it was impossible not to notice her scent. There was something so enticing about every breath he took while sitting near her, even as he trembled in mortal fear of what a real demon in the flesh could do to him. He watched her outstretched hand with his eyes wide open, half expecting to tear him to pieces at any moment. Instead, there simply came a touch. She gripped him by the shoulder, and sat opposite him, the thump of her fluffy tail on the bed the only thing he heard for a time. Her breath smelled sweet, and not in a way he could have possibly explained. It had no earthly comparison. All he knew was that he wanted to be closer to her with every whiff of her demonic aromas, to bury himself in her thick fur, to taste and touch and sin with her, no matter the consequences.

"You didn't say your prayers before bed, did you Max?" Her voice crackled out, shaky, as if she were barely holding back a scream, a cry, or a laugh. "It wouldn't have done you any good anyway. Shirazi would have found you here."

He wanted to ask her a thousand questions. Who was she really? How did she know his name? Why did she want him? What was going to happen to him? None of those came to his lips. Instead, he managed little more than a tiny whimper, and her response was a sharp hiss through her teeth.

"Yesssss ... that's it. No need to speak. I know how you feel. You're going to be mine, Max. Never alone again. Never purposeless, never roaming ... it has all been leading to this."

She was vibrating by then. He could feel the bed shaking beneath him with the convulsions passing through her muscles. She was bigger than him. Broader, too. Every part of her looked soft, looked malleable and even fluffy. Her warmth filled him with a sense of excitement the likes of which he'd never felt. It was enough to make him throb harder than he thought was possible, adding an inch, maybe more to his overall size. He had never been horny like that before, never felt such need that it made every muscle in his body active at once, leaving him gritting his teeth, tensing his spine, digging his fingers into the mattress. She moved closer and closer, until she had her lips against his. Her tongue penetrated into his mouth, and granted him his first taste of her. It was pure sin upon his senses, flooding his mind with pleasure beyond the mortal realm. He needed more.

His fears broke down into absolute desire. Perhaps it was his own, or perhaps it was hers, reflected back and through him. Either way, he let her overtake him, offering no form of resistance as she pushed into him, overtaking his body with her soft form. She became a blanket of warmth, pinning him to the bed beneath her weight, simply remaining atop him for a time. He didn't move at first. There was still some trace of that fear inside, something beyond instinctual and into spiritual. He didn't want to set her off. But the unexpected thing was just how comforting her embrace was. Her fur was as thick as his, fluffy as if they were both wearing their winter coats. Max was far from an ordinary creature himself, deeply imbued with a power the likes of which he rarely ever explained to others. People around him took comfort and pleasure in his mere presence, draining him of bliss with every touch, like a succubus in reverse. Yet when Shirazi touched him, when she forcibly snuggled him down flat into the bed, he felt contentment unlike any he ever had before. Used to giving, being used and taken and drained of everything he could possibly give by the greedy or the needy, he had no idea he would feel such want of his own until then.

When her lips touched his, he found his head filling with images of desire, even if he remained nearly motionless, simply letting her have her way.. Her desire was like an aura, projecting such need into him that he came so very close to breaking the rules of his nature, and taking something that he wanted. He wanted to squeeze her, to admire her plush curves, to knead her everywhere that she was softest. Of course, he couldn't let himself just go ahead and do that. What if it wasn't exactly what she wanted him to do? It was both for selflessness and fear that he avoided moving in any way that wasn't immediately obvious. Instead, he kissed her back, mirroring the motions of her lips, letting himself fall into a deep moan the longest she plunged her tongue between his lips, working all around his mouth until her flavour had become his everything. A new path of his life opened up before his mind's eye just to savour in her intense touch. He already couldn't imagine being without her.

She took what she wanted from him. For the time being, it was a slow grind, a smooth motion of her cock gliding back and forth along his body. She started at his thigh, and continued rubbing until she pressed her glistening length up between his balls, gliding back and forth over his own shaft. He bit whined out in shock at how good that felt. He'd been an object of desire plenty of times before, but demonic lust was something far beyond his expertise. It radiated from her, and all he could do was mirror it right back, moving his hips with increasing desperation as he humped back at her. She overtook his muzzle with that kiss, acting as if she were starting to swallow him, slipping his mouth inside her jaws fully for a moment before pulling back. That left him streaked with her saliva, dripping hotly, starting to pant as he kept his bouncing motions going, acting on instinct, becoming automated. Maybe she was simply controlling him, forcing him to act in ways he never normally could, like a puppet on strings. That was the best explanation he could come up with to explain his own behaviour.

When she leaned back, he felt his heart sink, to be denied her touch for even a moment. She was still mostly on top of him, but he felt such a need for more, to kiss and taste her forever. But try as he did, he couldn't express it. She stared deeply into his eyes from above, and he stared back, losing himself in the ocean of blood that was her glowing glare, feeling as if he saw patterns whirling in the evil light of her eyes. Somehow, he knew that he couldn't look for too long. Something was happening to his brain just to stare like that, leaving him shuddering, his lips curling in a smile, a laugh welling up in his throat that threatened to burst free at any moment. There was lunacy in the hyena, and it was spreading to him, the longer she remained dwelling there atop him. Yet still he didn't say anything, expressing none of the desire she made him feel with anything but his eyes. Eventually, that proved frustrating for her.

A sudden snarl went with her seizing him by the wrists, startling him enough to make him yelp. She yanked his hands into the air and began to press them into her body, forcibly groping herself with his own touch, highlighting all those curves as she stroked up and down her own stripes with his hands. Her breasts, her thighs, her butt, she forced him to massage her, just like he wanted to, but he still couldn't bring himself to get greedy with her. When she still didn't see the reaction she wanted, she gave a snort, snapping her jaws near his face, a light fleck of saliva flinging off of those teeth as the loudly snapped together.

"You want to touch. You want to have." She wasn't asking questions, instead bellowing out those thoughts as if they were commands. "I know you do. So why don't you?"

He wished he could assert himself. It wasn't just the fear of the demon. That just wasn't how he worked. Try as she did, the only initiative he was capable of taking was when she forced him to do it. And that wasn't what she was looking for. Finally, she took him by the shoulders and just shook him a few times.

"Tell me your desires. Say them."

He tried, opening his mouth, trying to be obedient, only to stammer at first.

"I ..."

She had no patience. Another snap of jaws, clacking wet fangs together, and she shook him again.

"Now."

"Just being with you is enough, miss ..." he managed to say.

"No. NO." She screeched it, piercing his ears with the grating sound of her anguished cry. "It is not."

He did his best to appeal to her demonic side, projecting his voice as big as it could get.

"You're so powerful. Truly ... something magnificent ..."

Then he trailed off, his voice quieter, as if he was ashamed to admit what he said next.

"A-and I'd like cuddling with you You're very warm, and fluffy, ..."

The look she gave him was hardly demonic at all. He recognized it as complete disbelief.

"Who got to you? Who broke you? Tell me what you want, Max. Or you won't get it."

Without any sort of guidance, he didn't know what she wanted to hear. Her stare was so intense it lit up the room with its fiery gleam. He felt like he was two inches tall beneath the intimidating shadow of the demon's anger. Either he thought of something to appease her, or he was going to get hurt.

"Could - could I maybe ... " He had to use all his willpower just to make a simple request. "Could I maybe lick?"

Shirazi visible slumped with relief, then broke into a grin. She spoke without parting her teeth.

"There. Yes. Yesssss. Much better. You can have whatever you need. And I'm going to take whatever I want."

He was soon confronted by the intimidating spire of her cock, as she rose up to her knees, planting them on either side of his shoulders while she lowered herself down onto his chest, sitting on him. She was heavy. He couldn't move his arms, left with no choice but to lie in place as she shoved her shaft up against his lips. When he didn't immediately react how she wanted, she gave a jerk of her hips, humping his whole face, thudding those heavy balls just beneath his chin. He was swiftly immersed in enough scent to make him drool, though it still took him several moments more to remember what he was supposed to be doing. Hesitant at first, and then more eagerly after his initial lick, he began to work his tongue up and down the pitch black spire of hyena that overwhelmed his vision.

Her flavour was like concentrated sin upon his tongue, taking over his senses, letting him close his eyes as he settled into worship. He could feel the desires pouring off of her, and he wanted nothing more than to obey, to serve, to satisfy her in every way possible. It was so much more than anyone he'd ever dealt with. She felt like an endless well of lust, something that could never truly be depleted. But if she was infinite lust, then he was unlimited selflessness, ready to give to her for eternity if that was what it took. She had become his new purpose, just by introducing her. His mind was flooded with the urge to make her happy, to show her that he could be good, and useful, even to a demon like herself.

A snicker escaped her as she set to crudely grinding on his face, sliding back and forth against his tongue, using him for her own pleasure as she imbued her flavour on his palate. He couldn't help but breathe deeply of her. She was exotic beyond imagining, granting him new pleasure with his every taste, his every huff. Her consistent laughter sounded like it came from a dozen directions at once, as if he were surrounded by a whole pack of demons just like her. But it was just the two of them alone, locked in that carnal exchange from which there was no escaping, the fate of all the other hotel-goers irrelevant as his thoughts faded away and he became focused purely on the sensations she was granting him. A thought that felt like his own rang inside his head over and over. She was perfect. He would do anything for her.

She hardly needed him to do much of anything. Already she was starting to leech that energy from inside him, to feel her own efforts reflected in ways that surprised even a demon. Max was far from an ordinary weasel. But she hardly cared for the specifics. All she knew was that as she rubbed on him, she felt good, and not just in the usual way. She was already pulsing with lust, but those radiating sensations she got from him had her groping at herself, kneading and squishing deeply into her own curves with her fingers while she rode his face. Soon she was dripping on him, marking her fur with the first drops of thick pre. That was possessive enough, but she made sure to reach down and smear it into his fur with two fingers, just to ensure he was thoroughly claimed by her scent. He worked his tongue as best he could, panting, barely keeping up, watching her eyes flash with all the pleasure she was taking from him. There was no slowing her down.

A harsh grab of his ears directed him to where she wanted him, and he soon found himself gripping the mattress beneath him, trying to brace himself for what was to come. Her cock found its way to his lips, this time the tip kissing against them, spurting her thick pre right onto his outstretched tongue. She didn't bother telling him what she wanted. Instead, she just used force, driving forth and sinking her sleek inches deep into his muzzle, pushing towards the back of his throat to leave him stuffed with her pulsing girth. He was soon guzzling the juices from her tip, her back arching with the pleasure that came as she began to feed off of him. His body was like a conduit for energy. It was hardly coming out of him, so much as flowing through him. Every spark of pleasure, every tingle that came with sinking sweetly into his warm throat, with harshly facefucking the cute, innocent weasel, carried with it a gulp of life essence, drained to feed her, leaving her swallowing it down into her belly just as he drank her pouring pre from her cock.

It was enough for a satisfying meal. A regular mortal might have been full by now. All they needed was a few sucks from the weasel to be so stuffed with that energy they would have had to stop. But her appetites weren't like any ordinary hyena's. She was a demon, a glutton for pleasure, and she was going to keep taking until there was nothing more to take. Her belly was starting to swell slightly with the feast of life that she claimed from him, but she worked just as quickly to absorb it, to become more powerful in the process of draining him, of using him as her unending source of demonic nourishment. Pushing deep, she made it hard for him to breathe, her motions like a piston as she steadily pumped back and forth, fucking his face with sloppy strokes and sounded wetter every time she bottomed-out against his lips. The smack of her nuts against his chin filled the whole room, while the slurping, sliding, slobbery mess that dripped from her shaft grew thicker as she filled his belly with pre just as steadily as she drained the life within him.

"Yess ... sweet weasel toy. Drink from your demon mistress," she snarled, before breaking into laughter so violent he was filled momentarily with fight or flight instinct, terrified to hear a sound never meant for ears like his.

It wasn't like he could do much about it when she buried herself in his throat like that. The best he could do was attempt to keep breathing, to avoid choking, and to swallow as fast as he could. The precum alone was enough to engorge his belly with the sloshing load. When her cock went rigid, twitched in his throat, and then shot a fat load of demon seed down into his body, he was left to guzzle it all down, no matter how much strain that put on his body. His throat was sore, his eyes were watering, but the taste was divine. Or, maybe that wasn't the word exactly, but nonetheless he was slurping it all into his belly even once he was starting to feel bloated and heavy, listening to the slosh of that massive load swishing around inside of him, wondering just how much more he could possibly take as those plump demon balls twitched against his chin. She was cumming down his gullet for upwards of a minute, shooting out thick streams that hit the back of his throat before slipping down, kneaded along by his firm, desperate gulping.

She wasn't even down when she wrenched her cock from between his lips. A firm hold at the base had her jerking it right in front of his face, making him listen to the slick schlicking of her fingers gliding along her cum-lubed dick while she unloaded even more hellish cream upon the bed. A tilt of her hips, and she painted the rest across his face, giving him a mask of delicious demon scent that clung thickly to his fur and skin. He was licking at it without even thinking about what he was doing. That was just an automatic reaction to being covered in such a tasty treat, leaving him slurping it all up before he bothered to catch his breath. After that, he was puffing out so hotly his breath was steaming in the air.

"Did you ... get what you wanted?" he dared to sheepishly ask her, pausing for breath between his words.

She just shot him that wicked grin. It was so wide it seemed bigger than her face for a time, stretched out and gleaming with horrific beauty. Her words quavered with her inner laughter.

"I will never get enough, Max. You're going to be mine. For good. For all."

She shifted then, moving slowly, then suddenly, like a spider. First one leg and then the other, and she was on top of his face again. He'd hardly had the chance to refill his lungs before he was smothered deep between the stripes of Shirazi's rear. She sat snugly on his face, pressing down firm, kissing his muzzle against her tailbase before slipping him a little lower. Her voice rang with echoes of screams, as if there were someone inside her, calling from help from within the depths of her belly.

"Show me your devotion, sweet thing. Lick. Worship."

He did exactly as he was told. One good lick, and he was pressing in firm to the dark flesh of her backside, slurping back and forth, letting himself moan at the feeling of adoring her in such a way. He didn't hold back. If that was what she wanted, he was going to do his very best to satisfy her, pressing his tongue firmly against her rim, swiping all around its surface until it glistened with his wet saliva. Then he dug inside a little, stretching the tight hole open with a hard shove of his tongue, flexing it hard to stretch her out and bury himself inside her. Back and forth he went, massaging that hole with his adorations as it clenched down upon him, kneading right back. He kept working until the demon herself gave an audible moan. There wasn't even anything terrifying about the sound - it was simple pleasure, making her sound perfectly ordinary for that brief moment. That was enough to get his cheeks hot with pride.

When she pulled off of him, she snapped her head around, hitting an angle that looked unnatural. It was as if to remind him just in case he'd forgotten he was dealing with a demon for a moment. A lick over her chops, and she was reaching down to stroke his body, starting at his chest and working along. The light massage, the briefly tender attention was what really got him wiggling. For all the sexual contact, that gentle touch was what his body truly needed. She worked her claws along his fur, scratching at his skin beneath, tending to him in such a way that almost seemed affectionate. His eyelids fluttered and his mouth opened, drooling cum even as he gave some content little murmurs. When those little strokes turned sexual, he slumped, feeling her groping along the inside of his thigh. Protesting the demon's actions hardly seemed a wise course of action, but he did anyway.

"Don't you want to just cuddle for a while? You can still take what you need, still drain me ... it won't be as intense, but I'd like it. I could give you a massage, brush your fur ..."

She just snickered and stuck her tongue out at him, letting it wriggle at him.

"I'm going to take everything, Max. You can't stop me."

"I don't want to stop you, it's just ..."

"I'm not slowing down either. You're a good boy. You'll learn how to devote yourself. I can already tell you have it in you, the way you ate my ass."

He didn't get a chance to get anything more out. He was too busy whimpering as she clutched at his cock, his hips jerking upwards as she handled him at the hardest he'd ever been. Normally, his curse ensured he couldn't so much as twitch until his partner willed it. That engorged, dripping, upgraded erection was a clear sign she wanted him hard for her. It was bigger than it looked. The shaft itself might have been modest, but the energy it emitted was like a second shaft. Squeezing him meant squeezing that essence out of him, along with his pre. He was kicking his legs, gritting his teeth, already overstimulated. It only got more so when she went down on him, encircling his shaft with her forked tongue, coiling around it like a snake, slurping, sucking, kissing, squeezing. It was all enough to leave him making something like a scream, a sound so sharp that it would have woken the whole hotel, were his friends not already occupied with horrors of their own.

As she licked him, she made that gulping motion. There was so much to harvest from him. More than just a single soul, she was connected to some great repository of energy while she tasted him. All she had to do was latch on to his cock, wrapping him up with her thick lips, and suck him dry. He was crying out, flailing his arms, but unable to do anything about it as she drained him of that life force. She didn't know where it came from. She didn't know why this particular weasel happened to be afflicted with such a curious curse. All that mattered to her was that he was a feast, an endless well of energy for her to consume. A buffet for her demonic appetite, all the spiritual power feeding into her belly, making her something greater with every moment she spent pleasuring him. She wasn't stopping, no matter how much he squirmed.

She didn't even have to hold him down anymore. He was paralyzed by that pleasure, by all that she was leeching from him. It felt good, but in such a way that was too intense for him to possibly handle. And it was only going to get better, or worse. She pushed a hand to his chest, and pinned him down, holding him there and swishing her tail as she sat between his legs a moment. Then that grin returned, and she was climbing on top of him, slipping his shaft up between her striped cheeks, letting it glide across her rim, feeling the sheen of saliva he'd left there. From there, she went easing down on his tip, taking that bulging dick right inside her, one inch at a time, engulfing him in her smooth, tight confines until her butt sat snug atop his thighs. The energy interacted with her prostate, reflecting back on him, stimulating in ways that were near unbearable. It was all so much that he was screaming, clutching his forehead, thrashing up and down on the bed, and the only response he got was her cackling in his face.

She brought all her weight down on him, sitting snug on his entire cock, already filling herself with that essence. It was rounding her belly, making her look like she'd been impregnated, or simply stuffed with a good meal, and this time it didn't shrink back down. That rounded hyena gut jiggled as she began to bounce on him, adding to the stimulation as her tight, kneading insides slipped up and down his shaft, her rump thumping down on his legs, the bed squeaking and groaning beneath her. She rode hard, starting to pant, to snarl, to giggle. Somehow all those sounds were coming from her at once, and when she leaned down in his face her breath felt hotter than the fires of hell. She was blowing steam into his open mouth, drooling on him, letting her tongue flop down to touch his lips while she took his cock for a ride, filling herself with all the pleasure and energy she could take from him.

It was relentless, harsh, and more than he could possibly take. The voice coming from his throat hardly sounded like his own anymore. It was like a chorus of shrieks, as if the demon were filling him with corruption as she used him, changing him for the first time in so long. He felt different before she'd even finished, but most of all he felt helpless. Reaching down to pin his arms was hardly necessary. She already had him under complete control, but nonetheless, she held him down as she bounced her ass on his cock, rutting that same sensation right back into him, as if she were fucking him and being fucked by him all at once. His mind felt like it was going to fall apart, and some strange part of him wanted to just start laughing. It felt so good it drove him to the brink of insanity, transforming him from shyly eager to drooling with depraved delight.

He wanted to cum. That was something he wanted, not just because she wanted him to do it. And she wasn't going to allow him to let go of that desire. She started pounding herself down on him, making that thick rear bounce, drooling, spitting, snarling in his face, looking fully demonic in those rising moments. And he loved it. He looked right back into her eyes, and he bounced his hips for her. When she started to laugh, he did too, though he couldn't have possibly matched the madness displayed before his eyes. She was writhing with insane glee, twitching there atop him as she drove him towards eruption. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of her backside got wetter with each stroke, and she was pouring her precum all over his belly and chest in thicker squirts with each hard clench of her insides around his shaft.

Never had he even imagined he could climax like that. It was like he was giving her everything, every drop of cum, but more than just that. As that wave of ecstasy washed over him, he was left feeling like he was ascending to heaven, the tension building, his body shaking, his voice going to complete silence as it caught in his throat. And when he burst for her, it was exactly as hard as she wanted him to. He filled her and kept on gushing, not even pausing between those blasts. A constant stream of seed entered the demon, and she was simply sitting snug atop his cock, cumming on him at the same excessive pace. It painted him whiter than he'd already been, leaving him to vanish beneath the steaming blanket of fresh demon seed as it coated near every detail of his body from the waist up. She milked him as she squeezed on him, sending him past pleasure and into fright that his body could behave in such ways. His balls were sore from pumping so hard, but he just kept going, spraying her insides until she sloshed and jiggled, leaving her to soak him down until there was nothing but a trickle there between them, steam rising from their bodies both.

Max might have passed out briefly, gone numb from the overload of sensation, but he was awake again, snapping to attention when she leaned in to speak directly in his ear. She didn't bother to whisper.

"Good pet. All mine. Mine. I'm going to take you. Claim you. Keep you. I want to drain everything from you."

Before he could ask her what she meant, she met him in a deep kiss that felt as good as everything that came before. Laying her body over him meant squelching out the cum between them, and she pulled off his shaft to just sprawl there over him as before, a blanket as before, but hotter. She slipped her tongue down his throat, and held him close to her chest, squeezing him in an all-encompassing hug. He squeezed her back, wrapping his legs around her waist, clinging to her. He wanted more. More of that affection, more of that kindness, that tenderness he was certain she could show. Maybe she was a demon, but the way she kissed told him that she could learn how to treat him nice, with time.

While she kissed him, she sucked. Her meal hadn't satisfied her. She wanted all of it, drinking the energy from him, but more than that, she wanted the single most precious thing any mortal possessed. His soul was still there, buried in that mystic curse, and she began to drink it down gulp by gulp as she kept him locked in the wet kiss. He wasn't resisting her. To feel needed like that, he simply held on tight and kissed her back, letting her have full access to him, to every last trace of his mortal energy. When she had almost fully consumed it, her belly glowing a ghostly blue, the last piece vanished somewhere deep within him, tethered, protected no matter how much she sucked, no matter how hard she tried to consume it. The rest of his soul, of his very being, was inside her, leaving him hardly more than a husk, but there remained that faint glimmer of light, that tiny trace of his mortal shackles, ever so slowly regenerating thanks to the energy that used him for a host.

It might have disappointed another demon. But when she pulled away, leaving him to limply slump, too weakened to even whimper, she was looming over him with the most wicked grin of all. A cackle came over her, and it fully possessed her being, leaving her shaking their surroundings as she writhed in evil glee, projecting her hellish laughter towards what had been the ceiling. There was only darkness there, and around them, there was shadow and fire. They weren't in the hotel anymore. She'd dragged him straight to hell atop that bed, and he couldn't move a muscle. He was helpless while he recovered from having his soul swallowed right from his body. That little piece kept him alive, kept him in existence. Getting in his face again, she projected her manic giggles down his throat.

"I was going to ruin you. To destroy you, for good. But this is even better, pet." She thumped her belly with her palm, and gave a snickering moan. "This means I can drink your soul right down into my belly. Again and again. And it'll never run out. Nnngh, do you feel it digesting? That's all that you are. All you'll ever be. Feeding into my body. Becoming part of my flesh."

He could hardly even move his eyes, much less respond. She knew that. A simple gesture, beckoning to the air, and she had him in shackles. They weren't necessary when he couldn't move at all, but it was more symbolic than anything. He belonged to the demon now. She was going to use him until the end of time, for all he knew. He'd never serve or please anyone ever again. Such a reality might have been horrible for others. But if he could have smiled in those moments, he would have, filled with pride that she could take such pleasure from him, that his strange curse finally had a proper use. He craved her touch, her kisses, her tongue upon his own. His mind flooded with images of tending to her body, rubbing and stroking in ways that made her feel appreciated, to fondly devote himself to someone who_deserved_ it.

She had to have a gentle side somewhere deep within her madness. She couldn't have been that wicked all the time. Maybe eventually she'd learn to cuddle, to hold and be held. There was plenty of time to find out. He was going to be her shackled pet, her soul-slave, her renewable feast, forever. Or at least until she grew bored with him. The weasel known as Max was gone from the world above. But he had a companion in the darkness, and she was never going to stop hungering for him. That was all he could have ever hoped for.

Chapter 5

For xanderman1201

Force, Tentacles, Breathplay, Slime, Absorption, Digestion

It would do. Isa didn't have high expectations for a room at that kind of low rate, even if it was located in such an elaborate mansion. He was tired, and not in an overly talkative mood, so he was glad he didn't have to share the room with anyone that night. The modest bed was no bigger than a single, but he wasn't a huge lynx by any means. After a cursory glance around that poorly-lit room, he found himself just collapsing onto the mattress face-first for several minutes. Maybe all the driving was taking more out of him than he expected. Or maybe he just still wasn't quite as "over it" as he thought. Being all stretched out there in the unusual silence, he felt more alone than ever.

He couldn't even hear the footsteps of his friends anymore. It was like the hotel had swallowed them up. Or maybe the walls were just thick. Either way, he found his thinking drifting to something apocalyptic, dwelling there without so much as looking up, still fully clothed as he sighed and closed his eyes. Maybe he would just sleep, right there, without so much as undressing or turning off the light. His body was tired, but the real fatigue was in his mind, a haze over his thoughts ever since the trip began. For all his efforts to keep writing throughout the whole trip, nothing was really coming. He'd jotted down a few outlines at most, made some bullet points, but nothing was growing into an actual story. There was always another distraction, or a stray thought pulling him away from the task. Just laying there, he knew he wouldn't have been able to focus even if he got his book and tried, with all the creaking and groaning the old building was doing. Worse was the sound of a dripping faucet he only just then noticed.

Maybe he could ignore it, he thought, but the longer it went on the more aggressively it seemed to be tapping on the nearby sink, until it felt like someone was pressed right up against his ear, making that irritating plinking noise. He huffed, and shoved his palms against the bed, launching shakily to his feet to pad over and enter the bathroom. A crank on both taps made the distraction stop, for the moment, and he stood there staring at the wet sink for a time with an odd sense of satisfaction. At least he'd managed to conquer that little obstacle. Maybe he could stay up a little longer after all. All it took was getting up and moving around some, and he was already feeling a little better.

His notebook was waiting for him on the bed when he returned. That sight stopped him in his tracks for a moment. He couldn't remember digging it out and putting it there. Or had he been carrying it when he came in? His mind had been in such a haze, even if it was starting to feel better. Maybe he just didn't remember getting it out. The sight of it was making him furrow his brow and narrow his eyes, his short tail twitching. But maybe it was meant to be. He wasn't really one for superstitions or anything like that, but in his sleepy state he was content to consider it a sign that it was as good a time as any to get creative. Maybe this would be the start of that novel he'd always wanted to write.

Settling down on the bed more properly, he found it much more comfortable than it had seemed before. The pillows were plentiful and plush, and the sheets smelled welcoming and clean. There was something about the scent of them that tugged at an old memory of some sort, bringing up good feelings of the past, but he couldn't quite place it. With his notebook open in his lap, he took the attached pen and tapped the tip against the page a few times, hoping inspiration would strike him. Then he was chewing on his finger, staring at the blank sheet in front of him, his expression slipping into a deeper and deeper frown. It was almost there, on the tip of his tongue, or his brain as it were, but he just couldn't think of the perfect sentence to start it off. He made a few attempts at finding it, promptly crossing out each before he finished writing it.

When I was younger -

I never thought that I'd -

Some people think -

No, no, no. He put down his pen in frustration, rubbing his fingers over his scalp. Why couldn't he create anything lately? That always got him feeling better when he was feeling down. Even if it was just a short story, or a poem, that no one would ever read, making something always helped a little. The page felt like it was mocking him, with all those scribbled pen strokes and blots of ink amounting to nothing more than a mess. He was just using a regular pen, but it seemed like his vague efforts at writing were starting to bleed before him, running down the page as if the ink hadn't dried at all, streaking slowly towards his lap like pitch black tears. Yeah, that pretty much summed up his state of mind, but he had no idea why it was happening. It was going to pour all over him if he didn't do something about it, and so he threw it away before he could think of a better plan.

"Oh, fuck," he said out loud when he saw how it landed.

Open and face down on the fresh clean sheets it sat, the ink running right from the page to start pooling on the bed, probably staining it forever. But wait, he'd only written a few words. How was there so much of a mess? It was spreading out in an uneven puddle, stretching off in all directions, winding through the creases and contours of the sheets like tendrils. He moved away, scooting back into the pillows propped up behind him, staring in confused awe at the impossible sight before him. It was like his notebook had been mortally wounded, bleeding out all his accumulated thoughts, ideas, and creations in a great black puddle before him, the pages irrevocably stained, just like the bed beneath him. It wasn't until the puddle had spread over half the mattress that it began to change colour.

From pitch black to something more like an incandescent violet, the puddle was moving and growing all on its own. Isa's notebook had nearly vanished in the pool it had created, all those thoughts, all those pieces of the lynx's mind leaking out, never to be recovered. He swore the puddle was moving. It was sliding back and forth as if they were on a teetering ship in the middle of the ocean. But all was still in that bedroom, but for the cat himself. He was watching with a mesmerized expression as the seemingly impossible happened before his eyes, that ink spreading out, stretching, thickening until it was more like a goopy solid. When he leaned a little closer, the scent hit him, inky yet different somehow. Part of it was pleasant, but he didn't have long to savour in that aroma before the substance grew teeth.

It didn't lunge at him, but he recoiled all the same, throwing himself back against the pillows again and flattening himself to the headboard Something was emerging. First there came an eyeless face, its jagged fangs interlocked in a constant grin that held no hint of pleasantries. From there came a long, broad neck, stretching out like a serpent's coils before the formless mass beneath began to take shape. The creature's body was made of the very same purple ink from which it rose, malleable and constantly changing at first. Eventually it solidified into something more like a torso, with a broad, masculine chest and two long arms rippling with muscle the likes of which an ordinary person couldn't possibly have acquired. A shadow formed across the lynx as he cowered atop the bed, watching the blob take shape, a faceless, towering leech of a monster, hunched above and seemingly watching even with an absence of eyes.

From its throat bubbled a wet sound that might have meant it was trying to communicate. Isa could only remain huddled where he was, trying not to look too closely, or to shake with terror. Maybe it couldn't see him if he didn't move.

"Kkkkkhk -" it began, with a frightful gurgling sound. It seemed to stop a moment and recalibrate, finding something that could have been called a voice, even if it sounded like water rattling through old, rusty pipes. "Kree - ate - torr."

Isa flinched with every syllable. The creature didn't move, simply towering over him as it knelt there on the bed. Despite appearing motionless, it was still emitting the slick sound of slime rubbing against slime. It tried again, this time sounding more like a person, though it wasn't moving its mouth or displaying any sort of body language as it introduced itself.

"Isa. You are he. The kree-ate-torr. You are the writer I seek. I am Quill."

The lynx swiftly scanned the room, looking past the monster's bulk, and to the door. Maybe he could make a run for it. The thing - was it called Quill, or was it the quill? - didn't look like it moved very quickly. Or maybe it was a he, to fit the shape and voice. Isa didn't know what the hell the monster was. Maybe he was an alien, a nightmare, an experience gone terribly wrong. But the lynx wasn't going to stick around to find out what happened to him. Quill was motionless, a burbling statue of exaggerated muscle, as if created to appeal to him specifically. But he was so unnatural, so monstrous, so horrifying to look at that Isa couldn't feel an ounce of comfort or arousal, if that was the intended effect. He had to get out of there.

"You think the thoughts I crave. The new lights form within your mind. You are the origin. From your centre it flows unending."

Isa didn't know what Quill was trying to say. He took the speech as an opportunity, a distraction. Adrenaline surged so hard inside him he felt like he was going to have a heart attack. But it was what he needed to throw himself off the bed as quickly as possible, to pound his feet against the floor and sprint off towards the door in a desperate attempt at escape. He got a few steps before he was halted with a violent jerk, like a dog who ran to the end of his collar, yanked back and into the air by the grip of a dripping appendage wrapped around his throat and arms. Those tentacles entwined him, pulling him back into Quill's embrace no matter how much he tried to scream. The sound wouldn't even come out properly, caught as a rasp in his throat, and then a gurgle as that inky slime filled his mouth, a tentacle plunged between his lips and down towards his stomach just to silence him.

"No," Quill said. "You are tired. There is pain. I will take it all away. No more hurt. Your mind is rife with conflict and beautiful, delicious thoughts. I want them all."

Soon Isa was trapped in those thick arms, feeling the muscles bulging and pressing against his body. There was power even beyond the obvious strength, keeping him in place, mere inches from those deadly jaws. Quill still hadn't opened his mouth, those teeth interlocked in a beartrap grin as he kept a grip on the squirming cat, plunging that tentacle in and out with an erotic flourish. It felt good, even tasted good in a strange, unidentifiable way, but that wasn't the issue. He thrashed, tugged, and kicked at the monster's body, fighting with all he had left. The strangest thing was, rather than the expected fatigue, he felt something else washing over him, the longer he fought against Quill's grip. It was like a wave of relaxation, as if he had just taken some sort of tranquilizer, or simply sunk into a deep, warming bath. His body was growing less and less inclined to struggle the longer the alien held him, casually facefucking him with a tentacle even as he spoke.

"Such ideas. All contained within you. Kept to yourself, until now. I will bring them out. They won't hurt you anymore."

That was when Quill opened his mouth. His maw looked like any other, complete with an open gullet waiting at the back. Isa flinched and jerked away again, thinking he was about to lose his head. Instead, there came a long, dark tongue, curling and writhing, twitching as it dripped upon his face. It curled around his head until the tip was resting on his cranium, slurping through his fur and hair, finding a spot to rest in the middle of his forehead. That left inky drool dripping down his face, staining his fur dark purple. Isa doubted he could wash that off anytime soon, but it was the least of his worries. As the monster licked him, elaborately slurping all over the top of his head, Isa felt as if his very brain was being probed, strange tingling sensations bringing out sudden, unexpected emotions and memories until he was mesmerized, or paralyzed by the sensory overload.

"Too loud. Too much," Quill said, his tone as flat as ever. "I will hold them for you. You will be better this way."

Those were his memories. They came to the forefront of his mind, and then they melted away. And through it all, Quill was swallowing. Isa wanted to scream, or maybe to cry at the horror he was realizing, but he couldn't do anything about it. The touch of the creature was hypnotizing, oddly soothing, bringing a contented feeling over him that should have been comforting. But it didn't work when he could feel himself being forced to feel that way. He turned his head left and right, his lips quivering, trying to mouth the word no, but nothing came out aside from a vague whimper. First there were those memories, those pictures of times past, torn from his mind and consumed by the inky beast. Then there came his thoughts and his half-formed ideas.

Scraps of stories yet untold, things he'd always meant to write but never found the time or the words to start them - Quill ate those too. Through it all, the monster was humming some sort of melody, carrying on without taking a breath, the low tones of his voice flowing through the feline, until it was starting to feel like he was the one making the sound himself, his body being played like an instrument while his precious thoughts got slowly eaten away, his ideas and inspiration serving as nothing but fodder for the horror's appetite.

"Your desires are plain before me. I can taste them. All of them will come true, Isa. Just as you imagined."

The toneless voice brought words that were far from comforting, or seductive. To Isa they sounded like a threat. He felt that tentacle withdrawing, recoiling from his gullet, leaving him to cough and choke on the slime left behind when he saw the opportunity to scream and went for it. He was shuddering in Quill's grasp, barely able to breathe normally, but some part of his brain, some function that controlled panic and fighting back, it had simply been switched off. No matter how terrified or distressed he was, his limbs remained limp, his muscles relaxed, none of his inner turmoil manifesting on the outside but for his wide, shiny eyes as he stared at Quill in horror. He wanted to scream, to beg, anything that might have made that strange alien understand how much he wanted him to stop, but nothing came out. Isa was a prisoner in his own body, being treated how the alien seemed to think he wanted to be treated.

He'd had fantasies like this one, sure. But those were private thoughts. Just because he had sometimes imagined himself being pinned and used by some bigger, stronger male didn't mean he necessarily wanted that to happen for real. Especially not when it was such a merciless creature doing it - or simply one who didn't fully understand wrong from right. Quill pushed Isa to the bed, and stretched him out just so, carefully arranging his limbs in a splayed position as if to perfectly match a picture. Isa knew what he was doing. It was exactly what he'd been imagining, position and all. Except, it was just a regular male kneeling over him, pressing down on his chest and pinning him, pushing a fat cock in his face. Quill probably thought he was making dreams come true. And Isa couldn't find the words to stop him. Especially not so muffled.

Quill had been neutral, or null on first glance. But he changed with ease, pressing a plump dick against Isa's lips. It was a smooth, thick shaft, one shaped like a combination of so many Isa had enjoyed before. There was that blunt, equine tip, but there were also some dragon-esque ridges, and it all led down to a broad canine knot. Memories of pleasant times came back to him, only to be tugged away as the creature fed on him, leeching it all for sustenance of pleasure. Whatever it was he did with all those stolen thoughts. Isa was increasingly feeling like a husk, or like he had no control over his own actions anymore. He was simply a puppet for the slimy horror, forced to open wide and accept that cock straight down his throat. Quill had not yet leeched the precision or care needed to facefuck someone gently.

The smack of balls against Isa's chin was about equal to the soaking wet slip and slop of a slimy shaft plunging back and forth in his muzzle, riding his tongue straight to the back of his throat and shoving down as far as it could reach. It should have choked him, even suffocated him, but Quill was doing something to ensure he could still breathe. Or at least, he didn't feel the need for breath, but for all Isa knew he was drowning. He couldn't do anything but let himself be pinned there, the creature's knees upon his arms, one big palm cupped around the back of his head to keep him solidly in place. The cat glurked and gulped, doing his best not to succumb to the brutal assault of getting his throat bulged by a thick, stimulating dick, or his jaws stretched wide by that fat bulb of a knot. Quill wasn't holding anything back, even if that meant tying with the cat's jaws, locking in place behind his teeth while he pumped back and forth at an increasingly reckless pace. He was even moaning, letting Isa know he was enjoying it, just as the lynx liked hearing his partners do. But it was nothing more than an imitation.

False as those sounds might have been, there was nothing fake about that relentless rutting that Isa was left to endure. He should have been choking to death, but Quill's fabricated cock was just flexible enough to keep from suffocating the unfortunate cat. He was being taken, forcibly used by a large, powerful stud, but there was nothing pleasant about the process. The slime poured down his throat, dribbled down his chin, sunk into every single pour of his skin, until he was starting to feel like he was part of the monster, as if that ink was his new skin, his new body, coating over the old for good. He doubted it would wash out anytime soon. At best, he would be explaining why he was covered in some sort of strange stains. But it was only going to get worse from there. Even if he was an imitation, doing nothing but mimicking the throes of pleasure that a real creature might have experienced after pounding his cock down the lynx's tight, warm throat over and over, Quill was doing a fine job acting like he was about to cum.

The twitching was a little excessive, maybe. That plump cock swelled up fatter than it already was, and all through the alien's body there passed spasms that looked violent. He bent in ways that a real body shouldn't have been able to bend, his arms twisted into shapes that would have been impossible if he had bones, only to correct himself as if remembering the features of the creature he was imitating. And all through it, those powerful hips lunged forth, burying that dick in Isa's mouth over and over, smacking his chin with a pair of perfectly-crafted nuts. Isa might have wanted to play with them in other circumstances. They were so smooth, so round and ample, taken right from his internal idealizations. But in that situation, they were nothing but blunt weapons, clubbing against him over and over with this slimy smack, flinging streaks of inky slime in all directions with every thumping thrust, faster and faster until Quill was jackhammering the lynx's stretched gullet to a peak that saw him snarling.

That was the best word to describe the sound anyway. He gnashed his teeth, loudly clacking and grinding them together before his cock swelled up even larger, his balls pumped and churned, and he started shooting cum straight down into the lynx's belly. It tasted like any other he'd swallowed before, but somehow more potent. It was rich, thick, and supremely filling. He really had no choice but to gulp and guzzle as quickly as he could, overworking his throat until it was starting to feel like he'd strained a muscle through the effort of drinking down a load so large it was leaving him feeling heavy and bloated. But worse than that, that jizz, or whatever it was, didn't even stay within his belly. He felt it burrowing through his body, running through his veins, exploring and becoming part of him. Or maybe he was becoming part of it. All he could do was chug it down until Quill finally pulled out and let him breath, sending him sprawling out on his face, violently choking up what he couldn't keep down in his over-filled stomach, coughing roughly and drooling fresh white xeno-seed all over the inkstained bed, thick gobs of the sweltering stuff that used to be his clothing melting off him to join with the puddle, leaving him naked, soaked, marked, and most of all, stained.

When he had caught his breath, still wheezing and sore, Isa found he could barely speak. He rasped out some words that barely came together.

"Quill ... please. This isn't what I want ..." he tried to explain.

"Understood," was the reply. "Your deeper desires are strongest. We will move on."

The creature still towered above him, casually gripping his oversized cock. For a few seconds, Isa felt relieved that he could reason with the alien, that his words were understood. But Quill didn't mean he was going to stop. He only meant that he would do something different to the helpless lynx. A grip of his shoulders hefted him off the bed, lifting him so high as to leave him dangling for a few seconds. Isa kicked his legs some, feeling them smack against the slick muscles of Quill's broad chest. The impact did nothing to disturb the monster, who seemed to be looking right into his eyes. Even without any eyes looking back at him, Isa got that sense. He could feel those strands of cum, or slime, or whatever it was Quill had pumped into his belly, wiggling around inside of him. There was that deep, probing feeling in his mind once more, ripping away all his secrets, all his most shameful private thoughts, until they were at the forefront. He couldn't hide anything from the beast, starting to whimper in rising agony as that violating sensation grew painful in time, giving him a wicked headache to have his mind searched with so little care.

"Please, stop ... !" he tried to cry, but it came out as nothing more than a whisper.

"Yes," Quill simply said, and it was unclear what he meant. "You wish to resist, but to fail. I understand."

"No, no!" Isa felt an intense blush come over him. "That's not how I meant that. It's just ... a fantasy. Not a real ..."

Quill didn't let him finish. In a moment those strong arms were shoving the lynx down, acting like an aggressive partner, biting the back of his neck and his shoulders with those fearsome teeth. It was all straight out of Isa's brain. Things he'd jerked off to, or just daydreamed about. It was all being used against him, brought to life forcefully and terrifyingly as the alien forced himself upon him. Quill probably thought he was doing a good thing, bringing all those dreams to life. The thrashing and whimpering didn't seem to dissuade him. He was impossibly strong, holding the lynx down with an unbreakable grip, one that Isa couldn't slip from even despite all the slime lubricating the monster's skin. He could only wriggle, waving back and forth, trying his best to form a proper scream for help with his voice already so broken. He could only rasp for a while, and then he got all the air squeezed out of his lungs as the beast came down upon his back, pinning him beneath all that weight, nearly crushing him on the spot.

All he could do was reach his hands out and grasp for one of the pillows, faintly batting it back at his otherworldly assailant as he felt that cock slipping up beneath his short tail. There was nothing left of his outfit. Presumably it was part of the slime that oozed around him, starting to trickle over the edges of the bed and flow down to the floor. He was fully exposed, in mind and body alike, the rigid scales of that cock dragging against his taint hard enough to tingle. When his body wasn't showing any sort of arousal, Quill forced the issue, pumping something like an electric signal straight into his receptors. Isa could feel it moving through his body, shooting up his spine and then spreading out rapidly once it hit the centre of his brain. It cascaded through his every single nerve, flooding him with unfiltered pleasure so strong that he felt like he was having a hundred orgasms at once. At such a dosage it wasn't even pleasant, reducing him to screeching like an alley cat, his eyes rolling back as inky tears ran from them, his tongue flopping down to the bed as he drooled in braindead pleasure, his cock painfully stiff, firing off a few shots of seed already. From zero to well over a hundred, Quill showed no sign of restraint, no understanding of moderation as he doused the captive lynx's mind in an endorphin rush that felt powerful enough to kill him.

"Everything is going to be okay."

Quill's sentence came out sounding especially unnatural, sounding as if he were merely reciting it from memory. The words had no real meaning to him. He wasn't capable of understanding them. It was obvious by the fact that he just kept going. He mounted Isa from behind, pinning both his arms, stretching him out with some firm prods to his rim that were far from careful. At least he was well-lubricated, his shaft covered in, or made of the same flowing slime that clung to every inch of Isa's body, that wriggled through his system and his mind alike, that pooled upon the floor and worked its way into the cracks in the hardwood, seeping into the hotel as a whole, like an infection beneath the floorboards. Maybe he was the hotel itself, Isa thought, through the lightning bolts of pleasure zapping in his mind. Forming coherent thoughts was growing increasingly difficult when he was kept at that high state of multi-orgasm for minutes at a time, already feeling parts of himself starting to spark out and malfunction like an overloaded circuit board.

It did have the effect of making even the slightest touch from Quill akin to another orgasm. But by then he had enough pleasure. It was another to throw on the pile, so to speak, preventing him from enjoying the sensation of that thick cock sinking into his backside. He was making some sort of ungodly wailing noise. Or maybe that was Quill, mirroring back the anguish in his mind, screeching out a mimicked feline sound distorted by his alien nature. Maybe he thought it was a good sound, even as he filled the room with that horrific, almost metallic feline scream. He was stealing everything from Isa, draining him with every steady thrust. His body didn't need to build momentum like a regular one. In a moment, he was going full-speed, pounding the lynx's ass with the same steady smack of balls his chin had endured. That knot shoved inside him, easily flexing and stretching the feline out for what seemed like an impossible penetration, only to messily pop back and repeat the process. Isa could only flinch and grimace, his face twisted into a mask of horror and pain as he failed to endure the assault on his every single sense, his every nerve, his every receptor. To say it was like being on fire was to greatly undersell the sheer overwhelming state of sensation that he was immersed in.

If it wasn't already too rough, bulging Isa's belly with the outline of that multi-featured cock, a pair of hands that weren't the original formed from the middle of the monster just to wrap around the lynx's throat. Isa had thought about that before too, about partners getting rough with him, choking him a little. But it was meant to be for those he trusted. Not some alien horror. Quill squeezed tight until the feline couldn't breath, nearly crushing his throat in the force of those extra hands, showing no sign of strain as he exerted dangerous force on that vulnerable place while fucking the cat in half. The impact was so strong that Isa could feel his spine bending backwards, as if he might simply snap like a twig beneath the forceful xeno demolishing him with every brutal pound. Isa was certain his body couldn't handle anymore, even if much of the pain was clouded over by pleasure far too potent to stand. He didn't even know how many times he'd ejaculated so far. It all blurred into one extended climax, even when his balls went numb from the strain.

Numbness was pervasive. Isa's body couldn't take anymore. He felt as if he was drifting, like he was on a raft upon a calm ocean. Everything was growing more peaceful. He was pretty sure Quill wasn't feeding him that sensation. It came from within, leaving him wondering if he was about to die. It wouldn't have been a surprise. His brain felt as if it was flickering, turning off and on, leaving him disoriented. Everything blurred around him, and the wet spank of slime-nuts to his backside became muffled and indistinct. He couldn't escape the sensation of that stimulating cock plunging out and out of his body, but that became the only enduring sign that he was alive. He felt the bulging in his belly, but he hardly knew what it meant anymore. Or who he was. But the telltale twitches of the xeno's dick informed him he was about to get filled with alien cum again, leaving him with no ability to brace himself for the torrent.

Quill made some sort of roar as he filled the lynx with that strange seed. It sounded like the calls of several different animals mashed together. In the midst of it, there was a broken, wailing voice that screamed for help. It was largely lost in the cacophony of borrowed voices contained within the leech-beast. The horror of hearing it snapped Isa back to something like reality. He jolted up as if from a dream, feeling the hot load pressing on his insides, stretching his intestines, working up to his belly to jostle with the rest. He was already partly Quill by then. He could feel the slime working inside of him, taking control of his muscles. His nerves were still his, feeling every movement, but he was hardly his own anymore. When the alien pulled his cock free, dribbling inky seed upon the lynx's back, he didn't have to manipulate Isa's body physically anymore. The cat simply obeyed.

That meant rolling over, paying no mind to his own fatigue, and sitting up. Isa could hear the sloshing, mixed in with all the other slimy sounds. Quill regarded him, or at least imitated such a gesture, then spoke again.

"There is still fear and pain. Do not worry. We will get rid of all that."

Tentacles surrounded Isa in a moment, like intertwining vines, curling around each other and writhing towards his body. They clutched at him and picked up him, raising him towards Quill's semblance of a face, to stare deep into his maw. He wanted to scream, to cry, to kick and fight and fly into a panic, his muscles aching with the urge to express his utter terror, but he was trapped. A prisoner in his own flesh, slowly becoming part of the creature from beyond. When he saw those jaws opening in front of him, he couldn't even change his express. He remained neutral, rigid, swirling with stimulation he could no longer stand. Quill pushed Isa's head into his mouth, wrapping sharp teeth around his throat, but it wasn't near as deadly a situation as Isa thought. Rather than snap his head off in a single bite, or start to swallow him whole, the alien simply began to suck on him with some deafeningly wet squelching noises ringing all around Isa's ears. And with every messy slurp, the cat felt himself becoming a little less himself, drained of one defining thought and then another, pieces of his past and how own self-identity ripped free of his fractured mind, tangible enough that Quill was loudly gulping them down.

The many creeping tentacles meandered all over Isa's body, merely touching and prodding at first. But they grew more insistent with time, starting to knead and press in against Isa's skin. When they found an orifice, they penetrated it, invaded the lynx's body from every place. Whether it was plunging beneath his tail to further stretch his ruined hole, or burrowing into his cock and moving through his genitals, or something more obscure than that. His mouth and nose were soon filled with those squirming appendages, as were his ears. They even seemed to move in through his pores in places, slipping right through his skin, digging deep and wiggling about inside his chest, his legs, in every part of his body until it felt like his innards were made from nothing but slime. Quill drained him all the while, drinking in those important pieces, those fragments devoured as if they were nothing more than morsels.

"No more worry. No more uncertainty. No more heartbreak. Simply bliss, as a happy nothing within me," Quill cooed.

It might have been meant to sound soothing. His tone was so flat that everything came off as cold, disturbingly emotionless, but he drew out his words a little longer to make them into more of a hum. But Isa could already feel the effects of that great nothingness coming over him. There were pieces of him missing. Not physically, but mentally. He couldn't remember years of his life anymore. They ran down Quill's gullet, absorbed into part of the alien's being. GULP. There went his family, his friends. ULLP. His self-identity drained away. First his name, and then the rest, until he was nothing more than a blank slate, wondering how he got there. Maybe he had always been there. He couldn't remember anything once he'd been leech-sucked nearly dry. Not his face, his life, or his sense of self. The only thing he knew for sure was that he existed, but a growing void on the edges of his dulled senses was encroaching over that like a smothering blanket.

His body wasn't far behind. Some of his details were melting away like ice beneath the sun, dripping down his body and onto Quill's as nothing more than inky goop, plapping against those bare muscles, only to be absorbed into the creature's mass. His legs sank through the seemingly solid skin of the beast, disintegrating painlessly as he was assimilated. His hands soon followed, working up his arms as he sunk into that all-consuming embrace. Quill let up on his head after a time, drooling ink as he pushed the back of Isa's skull against those broad pecs, squishing his face through and inside that slime-body. For a time, the feline was suspended within as if in jelly, slowly bobbing up and down with the momentum built up in being devoured. Quill's body was just translucent enough to offer a final glimpse of the braindead cat, devoid of anything resembling emotion. None of the bad ones. And none of the good. Then he began to dissolve, bit by bit, the process hardly gory so much as it was efficient.

The face of the feline smoothed over and became featureless, as did the rest of him. There was no more of his pretty fur. Everything went blank, lacking anything that set him apart. He was simply a lump, hardly anything that could be called alive, thinking and doing nothing but existing there within the confines of the other lifeform. Quill fed upon his body as much as he did his mind, kneeling there, showing no outward sign of emotion as he turned the cat into nothing more than part of himself. That shape that had once been a pretty cat was little more than a smooth orb, one that shrunk with every moment, sloshing and splurching in the prison of slime. There was nothing left on his mind but for those vague, fleeing sensations, shrinking him down smaller and smaller, until he was nothing but a speck. To all but the alien, he no longer existed. There was nothing left of him that could be interacted with in any way, nor that could experience any sort of pain of pleasure, any wonder, ambition, or sense of self. He was a speck, an insignificant particle, but still technically existing, kept part of the monster that had drained him of everything, and unable to feel any sort of anguish over his fate.

Quill lost his own shape with time. It was more personable to the residents of this planet than his amorphous puddle, but it proved impractical for travel. He melted down into liquid, taking Isa with him, starting to ooze and slide his way into the cracks from which he'd emerged. The ink stains remained distinct upon the bedroom, looking like there had been an eruption in a factory, clinging to every piece of furniture, marking the walls and floors. But as for the creature who had left them, he was gone, keeping his captive within him, reduced to the lowest state of existence possible without having been fully erased. Isa was nothing more than the simplest lifeform on the planet, a single cell that knew nothing of the universe. And that was how he was going to stay, kept under the twisted protection of the alien, never to feel or think anything ever again, yet not allowed to perish either. To a mind not yet attuned to empathy like Quill's, it was a kindness, a mercy granted to pull him from regular existence and show him something more simple, devoid of any sense of hardship. He didn't mind that Isa couldn't show his gratitude, as he slithered off, slipping through the seams of the hotel in search of his next victim from which to leech the secrets of an earthly mind.

Chapter 6

For Arta-Shrike

Femdom, Footplay, Oral Vore, Corruption, Facesitting, Suffocation, Snuff

It took some convincing, but Cyan finally managed to convince Abby to come exploring. There was so much to learn from an ancient place like that. Their friends seemed pretty keen on doing their own thing, or just heading straight to sleep, but the mouse sisters were up and about as soon as they laid their suitcases down. It was mostly the bluer of the sisters who came up with the idea. Cyan couldn't wait to find out what sort of secrets she might have stumbled across in that old building. Perhaps it wasn't the most scientific of pursuits, but a good piece of undiscovered history was as fascinating as any data. As for Abby, well - she would never have gone for it on her own, but together with her sibling, she felt alright about coming along for a bit of an adventure. As long as they were together, they were safe. Or safer, at least.

They didn't have to travel far down the hall, holding each other's hands, before they heard music. It wasn't any sort of party, or if it was, it was a very low-energy gathering. The sultry sound of a female lounge singer crooned from a distant doorway, and Abby didn't even have time to get out any sort of protest before Cyan was tugging her along, leading her down the hall at an accelerated pace. Abby couldn't help notice just how much their shared footsteps were echoing, but when she focused on it too much, she ended up tripping over herself, stumbling along. That still wasn't enough to slow her sister down, eventually resulting in her kicking up a fuss.

"Cyan, wait ... we should - we should be careful in a place like this."

That made her sister spin around, still tugging her along as she flashed a grin and strolled backwards towards the source of the swanky, slightly sleazy tune.

"What? Afraid we'll run into a ghost or something? That doesn't sound very scientific of you," she teased.

Abby just shook her head. "It's not ghosts I'm worried about, exactly. More like, something alive ..."

"You've been watching entirely too many horror movies." Cyan spun around again, approaching a doorway with Abby in tow. "See? We're already here. I imagine it's some kind of late-night show or something. Seems fittingly moody for a place like this."

"Okay, well ..." Abby began, then bit her lip and simply sighed before relenting. "If you say so ..."

If they expected a bustling lounge, they would have been disappointed. The swanky space was as expansive as it was empty, at least at first glance. They didn't notice her until the light caught her gold-dusted feathers, twinkling under the neon spotlight that was the bar's lights. The sisters stopped in their tracks as soon as they realized they weren't alone. The vulture was watching them with eyes like faded jade, a coldness emanating from her that was literal enough to make them shudder. Simply for her size she was an immediate threat, towering over the mouse siblings even seated, though she wasn't making any sign of hostility, aggression, or anything else. They couldn't read her whatsoever, staring over to meet her intense gaze, finding nothing beneath the tranquil surface that hinted at what she thought of their intrusion upon her quiet time alone.

She tipped the rest of a champagne glass full of something that sparkled much like her lustrous feathers, and set it down with a tiny clink that rang out through the room. The music carried on in the background, sounding as if it was coming from the empty stage, but there were no visible speakers playing. They looked briefly to each other, and then back to the hefty bird, taking in her plump, mature form, all wrapped up in an elegant black dress that looked like the glittering night sky. She didn't move as she regarded them, tapping one talon on the empty glass. It sounded sharp. There was no one around to refill it, nor any other visible activity. They had to wonder why she had been drinking all alone in the middle of the night, but that didn't stop them from taking her up on her silent offer when she used that same talon to beckon to them into her darkened booth.

They didn't hesitate. Not even Abby. The vulture must have outweighed the both of them put together, but her shapely form had such a draw, such an indescribable allure that they found themselves pulled in by the power of her will. The sultry tune wafting through the room only added to her allure. She wanted them close, and so they were there, standing in front of her with disoriented expressions on their faces, hardly remember why they had come there in the first place. What was this trip all about again? Why were they wandering a spooky hotel in the middle of the night? It didn't matter. The notion of hypnosis crossed their mind, as well as supernatural control asserting itself upon them, as if emanating from the walls, but they dismissed such thoughts. Two minds like theirs would surely have known if they were being messed with, or manipulated in any way. No, they were certain they approached because they wanted to be closer to the great big bird, simply to soak in her presence a little more thoroughly. Her feathers were as sweetly scented as a fresh crème brûlée, exotic and tantalizing, nearly making Cyan's mouth water, and her mouth gape open before she realized what she was doing. Abby wasn't faring much better.

Eventually, the great bird held out an upturned palm and nodded to them expectantly.

"Well? Do introduce yourselves."

She sounded neither annoyed nor especially enthusiastic. It was as before - she was a neutral, stone-faced figure, as much a statue as she was a living creature. But even when she was impossible to read like that, and overly blunt, they didn't find themselves backing down. Cyan went first.

"Cyanide, but you can call me Cyan if you prefer, most people -"

The vulturess didn't cut her off exactly, but a sharp nod was enough to make even the bravest of mice fall silent. She turned her gaze to Abby, who introduced herself in the same tone she might have confessed to wrongdoing.

"Um, Absi- Abby! Just Abby."

"Very good." She spoke it like an instructor, nodding her approval, before tapping three talons to her ample chest. "I am Vivian LaFlamme. What brings you to this dark place tonight?"

The sisters exchanged another glance. Neither of them said anything. For the first time, Vivian showed some sort of emotion, her beak forming just enough of an arch to reflect something like amusement. It wasn't in her eyes.

"That is fine. We will make our own purpose together, then."

She had a succinct way of speaking, complemented by a particularly alluring accent. When she smiled, so did they. They were both watching her closely, rigid in place, trying not to move until she directed them. Cyan and Abby alike were under her spell - not literally in this case. She was an older woman, they could tell that much, scanning over her heft and her curves. That just meant she knew what she was doing, much better than either of them could. They were still holding hands, but that changed when she gestured to them. A beckoning curl of her finger brought them closer, as if they were attached by strings, or perhaps a leash. They halted when she held up a hand.

"Just one of you. I will let you decide amongst yourselves who sits in my lap, and who tends to my feet."

It was time for them to exchange a look once again. Cyan went first, as before. She wasn't about to let anything like caution prevent her from getting what she so desired. A leap, and she was climbing into Vivian's lap just as directed, leaving Abby behind. The green-haired mouse was left to ponder for a time, wondering if she could really do it, if there really was a side of her that was ready to drop down and lick a stranger's toes. She bit her lip until she saw Vivian's eyes turn towards her. It wasn't a glare, simply a long look, one that displayed a semblance of patience, for the time being. Abby couldn't hold up to it. She looked back, then scanned downwards to admire that plump old bird's whole form before glancing back up. Yes, she decided, so succinctly she nodded to herself just to affirm it. She could, and there was.

On her way down to her knees, she thought of it as little more than a service, something to show she was devoted to this new acquaintance of hers. By the time she was laying on her belly, clutching one of those feet on offer, it wasn't so one-sided. She pressed in, and took hold of one big toe, handling it very carefully so as not to prick herself with that deadly-looking talon,a and began to lick along it until she hit the spot in-between toes. Vivian hardly needed someone to clean her feet. She kept them very pristine, along with the rest of herself, but that didn't slow the eager mouse down. Before she knew what she was doing, she was slurping, slathering, basting down the vulture's scaled toes and feet alike with generous applications of her wet tongue, leaving those digits glistening as she savoured in the surprisingly enticing taste. Just tending to the old bird like that was turning her on, making her regret her clothing as it seemed tighter, warmer on her with every passing moment.

"She is very obedient, isn't she?" Vivian asked Cyan, while casually pressing the foot Abby wasn't currently licking onto the back of her head, lightly brushing her talons through the eager worshipper's hair. "I suspect I could take advantage of such swift devotion in all manner of ways, if I wished."

"Yeah?" Cyan just gazed at that bird, sitting snugly atop her thigh, wondering if she ought to be stripping out of her clothing by then. Vivian wasn't moving out of her dress, comfortably settled back in her seat where she was, so she figured she didn't need to do anything either. "Like what?"

"We will see."

Just as Cyan was ready to snuggle up to the old vulture, she found herself frozen in place by the sensation of those sharp talons glossing down her spine. She could feel them slightly prick her skin, even through her top, and was left to arch like a cat being stroked, closing her eyes for a moment and letting out a tiny squeak. That part of her reaction was much more mouse-like, and Vivian certainly noticed. If Cyan didn't have her eyes closed, she certainly wouldn't have missed the sight of the great big bird licking over the edges of her curved beak. She heard it, but she didn't think much of it yet. Not when she had such an incredible touch pressed firm to her body, those expert strokes making her shiver and twitch in all manner of unusual ways. She felt as if her very nerves were being manipulated, those touches controlling her like a puppet, ensuring she didn't do anything she wasn't told. Vivian seemed like someone she could absolutely trust with her body. She knew what was best.

Abby must have gone over the full surface of both of Vivian's feet twice over by then, but only then was the vulture apparently satisfied. The mouse wasn't sure how she knew exactly. She wasn't being spoken to, or even gestured. All it took was a little nudge, a prod at a place on her upper back, and she was moving along. It all made sense, it all came naturally, guiding her along as if by instinct, as if she'd always known what to do if she ever encountered an aged, pleasantly plump vulturess. She slipped beneath the hem of that lovely dress, pressing her face between Vivian's thick, feathery thighs, finding a warm, uncovered sex awaiting her there above. The scent of the bird's arousal washed through her senses, leaving her to close her eyes and indulge in the enticing warmth that had her huffing her way all the way to the smooth, slick folds nestled in all those soft feathers. The bird was almost as aroused as Abby was herself, and the mouse wasted no time shoving her face against the sopping source of that aroma she sought, sniffing, kissing, and finally pressing in as deeply as she could with her curled tongue, scooping out a mouthful of arousal to swish around her mouth and savour before swallowing it down like the finest wine.

She was entirely entranced, caught up in the cocktail that was Vivian's heady scent, breathing deep of her pussy, drowning herself in vulture cunt while the sound of her sloppy slurps and adoration echoed up from beneath the fem of the thick bird's pretty dress. That meant she wasn't paying any attention to what Cyan was doing. Maybe that would have changed things. Maybe Abby would have tried to stop it from happening. Cyan wasn't in any position to do so. She was under that coldly seductive spell, that clinical admiration that felt so good stroking up and down her back. But all Vivian was doing was sizing her up like a piece of meat. There was something very blunt about the ways he stripped that blue-haired mouse down to nothing, treating her garments as nothing more than obstacles, removing them with swift, surgical precision that left them without a single tear despite how hastily the vulture was pulling them off the wriggling mouse.

Cyan wasn't worried about her clothing anyway. She was singularly focused on getting to touch and feel the heft of that plush body before her. Even through a silky dress, she could feel those curves pressed against her body. She finally couldn't hold herself back any longer, bringing her idle hands to play with the vulture's bust, squeezing deeply into those thick tits, kneading them hard with her fingers. Vivian didn't flinch. She didn't even seem to notice, as she cast aside Cyan's entire outfit, letting those clothes tumble to the floor in the dark, swiftly forgotten. Then she had her hands on the mouse's hips, after momentarily stroking along the back of the bulge that was Abby's head beneath her dress, still smothered. She squeezed her thighs together lightly just to make sure the greener of the sisters remained in place, feasting upon that hot pussy while she set her attention to the other sibling. Again there came that slurp of her beak. Cyan noticed it this time, but she just saw it as an invitation.

Figuring out exactly how to make out with a beak was a daunting prospect, but she didn't let that stop her from trying. She made several false starts, coming in at awkward angles and then pulling back, only to finally find one she was satisfied with. Vivian guided her with a tip of her head, wrapping her up in a feathery embrace that left her soothed, unafraid of the task she was undertaking. She was surprised at just how well her muzzle fit with the vulture's own. Vivian was an experience-beak kisser, seizing control after the initial smooch, one palm firmly on the back of Cyan's head as they exchanged tongues and tasted each other's breath. Vivian's was as sweet as the rest of her, warming, enticing. Cyan found herself breathing deeper as she dwelt there, sucking, smacking, slurping everything she could get her tongue upon, savouring in the softness of that huge, well-aged bird pressed against her naked body. She was far too caught up in the enjoyment to notice the distinct yet subtle shift in position, and in the way Vivian was holding her.

From a casual, erotic grip to something more commanding, the vulture squeezed her tight and ensured she couldn't squirm away. Not that she was doing any resisting, not yet, but she might have changed her mind when that kiss transformed to more of a sucking, catching Cyan's whole muzzle in her mouth at once. Then a little deeper, stretching her maw open wide before the mouse's eyes, letting her glimpse deeply into the confines of that broad beak. Her inner flesh was glistening, and her throat was already slowly working, flexing taut as if to display what it was capable of doing. In that moment, Cyan truly realized just how small she was compared to the vulture. That soft gut alone probably weighed as much as her, and she had to wonder just how a bird grew so big. What sort of appetite could properly pad out such massive, womanly curves? That was the thought on her mind before things grew dark, and her ears were overwhelmed with the wet sound of saliva-laden walls enveloping her face, tugging her whole head into the confines of the vulture's gaping jaws.

At least she was being careful with her beak. The wrong tug or yank could very well have done great harm to her, but instead she was sliding smoothly towards the back of Vivian's throat, her naked body feeding over the surface of her tongue, soon gripped by the tremendous gulps that were already taking her down. She was bulging beneath those golden-brown feathers, but she wasn't giving her any sort of strain. An easy, comfortable swallow for the fat vulture was all she was. The reality truly dawned on her when she felt her shoulders being enveloped in the all-consuming hold of the vulture's gullet. Kneading and flexing all around her brought out the wettest of noises as she descended, listening to the bird's muffled breathing and her steady heartbeat - which hadn't increased in speed by much, even while devouring a living person whole.

It wasn't for any sort of struggle that she halted in the middle of her feast, sealing the edges of her beak carefully around the expanse of Cyan's hips. She let those legs kick and dangle, allowing the mouse something of a struggle. Cyan was too stunned to panic, caught up in the moment, even in arousal. Vivian dipped her tongue into her prey's sex, then withdrew to toy with the mouse's clit, ensuring that tasty girl was squirming and squeaking alike deep down beneath the vulture's bust. Fighting with all she had just seemed like a good way to get bitten, and she was framed snugly in the jaws of a creature built to crush and pulverize bone. She really had no desire to find out how much damage Vivian could do to her with a single bite. Besides, it must have all been a tease. She wouldn't really eat her. Cyan was still squirming some, pressing her feet against the bird's bulk, trying to carefully press herself right back out and slip free, but she was calm, for the moment.

Abby hadn't noticed. She was mesmerized by Vivian's fragrance and flavour, immersed face-deep in her cunt, eating her out as deeply as her tongue could reach. By then, she'd partly penetrated the bird with her muzzle, shoving herself in as if to simply vanish between those juicy thighs. She was so enraptured by her feast that she fought against Vivian's grip at first. The old vulture was tugging her back, removing her from her place and lifting her dress up to bring her back to reality. It took some time for Abby to wipe her face off with the back of a hand, licking her lips, blinking her eyes, before she was actually seeing. She had heard some of what was going on, but she just assumed they were deeply making out. In a way, she was right. But all at once she was left to confront the sight of her sister dangling from the vulture's jaws, her slowly kicking legs telling that Cyan was at least partly unhappy with her current situation. Abby was struck to silence, left just gaping as Vivian slipped her tongue back and forth across the soaking folds of her sister, adding an extra glaze to Cyan's dripping pussy as she held her prey in place.

A grip on Cyan's ankles meant Vivian could move her to one side for a moment, giving herself just enough room to speak. She was surprisingly eloquent for having a mouthful of mouse.

"What do you think, Abby? I would say she could use a hand."

With that, she reached a hand of her own out to the other mouse, leaving Abby to quiver just a little. She should have been springing into action, doing anything she could to rescue her sister. Every moment that went by without her doing anything was like a silent betrayal. But she found she couldn't even move at all. The vulture was watching her with that intense glare, locking eyes on her so sharp they could have spotted her from a mile above. When she remained unresponsive for too long, Vivian reached out and took her by the wrists, gently guiding her up into her lap, where she sat staring at the shape of the bulge in the vulture's throat. She wasn't forcing her to do anything, merely guiding her, bringing her hands to Cyan's ankles. Abby gripped them, and just held for a time. The most obvious course of action was to pull, to rescue her sister. But the longer she stared into the predatory bird's icy gaze, the warmer she felt, enthralled as if by magic just to look into those dark eyes. A small smirk appeared Abby's face, and she narrowed her eyes as something she could no longer pass off as simply natural came over her like a spell. Then she pushed.

She could feel Cyan's startled response. Her legs went rigid, overtaken by the shock, ensuring she was entirely defenceless as Abby helped to ease her down Vivian's gullet. The vulture tilted her head slowly back, closing her eyes to sigh into a luxuriant swallow. It was a great, command gulp, seizing hold of Cyan's body and sending her straight down into her gut. Her crop was merely a stop along the way. She kept on swallowing, slurping her way along her meal's thighs, bumping her beak over her knees, moving along her calves, until she was sucking on Abby's outstretched hands. Predator and feeder locked eyes for a time. Abby was trapped, her mischievous smirk turning more to something of uncertainty until Vivian let her go. From there, she was free to toss her head straight back and swallow down Cyan's toes and tail alike, tucking away that naked noodle with an elongated slurp that sent it flailing about like a whip, flinging vulture spit in all directions until it was gone.

The final gulp sent the bulge of her prey descending past her chest, reemerging as a jiggling weight in her fat belly. Abby was startled by just how much it bulged and bounced with Cyan's shape. She could even sort of tell it was her, or at least she thought so. Was that an elbow or a knee prodding out at the rounded shape of Vivian's middle? She had to know for herself, moving in to rub at the vulture's prey, helping her own sister to settle deep in that feathery gut while the bird licked her chops and gave a few satisfied 'mmms' as if the naked mouse had been the most exquisite thing she'd ever eaten. She ran her talons up and down Abby's back while the mouse admired and massaged her, humming to her for a while, letting Cyan tire herself out with all the wriggling, settling to more of a subtle squirm that barely wobbled the hefty vulture's fat anymore. That was when the gurgling kicked in, forcing Vivian to raise her voice just a little to be audible over the constant, damning churns of the harsh digestive process.

"Hmm. Personally, I think she looks much better like this, don't you? She was delicious. I will enjoy making her part of me."

Her tone was firm, but soothing, spoken with an undercurrent of something so commanding Abby couldn't possibly have disagreed. She just nodded slowly to the predator bird, biting her lip, dripping with lust all at once. The best part of it was, she was still entirely certain she wasn't being hypnotized, or brainwashed, or anything else. Her mind felt clear, natural. Everything made logical sense. Falling under such influences was for those who were much less prone to following their own impulses. Vivian was simply right, she told herself. It just took the right woman to show them both exactly what they were meant for. When she offered her hand, Abby didn't hesitate to take it, even while she was listening to the sloppy symphony echoing from stomach as the vulture digested her own sister. Alive, judging by the faint movements coming from that bulging middle. At least she seemed full, for the moment.

"Allow me to take you somewhere more comfortable. I could use a place to stretch out while I work on her."

Abby nodded, still biting her lip, finding her voice failing to come to her as surely as the proper words. There was no need to say anything anyway. Vivian was in full command, and she knew best. Abby was certain of that much. Watching the vulture rise was a spectacle in itself. Her dress fell back down over her thighs, taut around her prey-stuffed middle. Most of all, she absolutely towered over Abby, leaving the mouse to gaze up in awe just to look over the great bird, feeling her legs trembling briefly as if her body was naturally inclining to casting herself at her feet. The grip on her hand kept her steady. Just as the sisters had entered holding hands, Vivian guided Abby back out the same door, her belly sloshing every time she took a step, covering in a single stride the equivalent of three hasty steps from Abby. She struggled just to keep up, coming close to being dragged along as they entered the same hallway.

The vulture kept one hand on her middle, kneading at the mouse as she slowly digested, the noise only growing more blatant, more aggressive as the process accelerated and intensified with each churn. Abby wasn't watching where they were going. She was too busy admiring Vivian, and all her elegant curves. Part of her was thinking about how Cyan would look as part of those plush, mature shapes. Another part was trying not to think about that or all, was hoping Cyan wasn't too upset with her for assisting in her gurgling fate. It just seemed right at the time. And every time she heard that belly glrrrrn around its occupant, Abby felt like she'd simply been following the rules of nature. Mice were meant to be digested by famished vultures. She was ready to do anything else Vivian wanted of her, as they moved through a door and into one of the bigger bedrooms the hotel had.

Vivian kept the lights low, adjusting a switch for a romantic glow. Her gold-touched feathers looked like the embers of a fire under the subtle lights, the shadows dancing over her as she brought Abby to the bed. It was wide enough for three people, but so was the bird herself. She took Abby by the hips and lifted her off her feet, pulling her into the air to regard her for a moment, stroking talons through her hair. Then she was working on those clothes, not simply pulling them off, but slicing through with talented applications of those claws. She cut them smoothly, with no ripping or tearing, slitting her top in strategic places so that it fell right off of her in little tatters. Gently setting Abby down on the bed, she set instead to her legs, cutting through her pants without doing the slightest of harm to her legs beneath, letting her feel those deadly tips glossing over her fur. A simple tug took Abby's bottoms and panties alike, leaving her completely naked, stretched out on the black blankets of a bed that made her feel even smaller, staring up at the massive bird, waiting.

There was no teasing or posturing when it came to getting herself naked. Vivian simply pulled her dress up and carefully stretched it on a nearby chair, her belly bouncing with her every step. Abby squinted in the dark to see if it was still squirming, if there were still those thumps of bulges of Cyan shoving her hands and feet against the walls of the chamber clamping all around her, massaging her down with a glaze of acidic doom that ate away at her body little by little every time that gut glorped around her body. She was nothing more than meat, disregarded while the predator played with her own sister. Vivian towered over the bed for a time, leaving Abby stretched out and uncertain, feeling more naked than naked, even while her pussy clenched with anticipation, dripping just to look over the bare feathers of the plump bird above her. She had no idea what to expect.

Vivian fluttered her tailfeathers, striking a pose of elaborate consideration as she mulled over her options. Abby was pretty sure she was a small smirk on that beak again, or maybe twinkling in the aged bird's eyes. She remained where she was, simply waiting, showing little to no initiative of her own. Vivian knew best. Her body told her that much. Or maybe it was the hotel, something in the air, something that brought out a submissive streak inside her so powerful it left her passive even while her own sister slowly faded to black inside the vulture's stomach. A certain corruption permeated the place. She had noticed an unusual feeling ever since they first arrived, but had dismissed such a pondering as unscientific. But there was nothing natural about the effect that old building was having on her, and perhaps on Vivian herself, and it was far too late to study it.

"Hmm. You are a cute thing, Abby. There is something particularly precious about you." She leaned in, and tapped a curved talon beneath Abby's chin, tilting her muzzle back. "I adore all the looks you have been giving me. Wide-eyed. Vulnerable. Rapturous. I suspect you would do about anything for me I desired. Is that right?

Abby thought about it for just a few moments. Then she nodded. "I just ... I want to make you feel good. I love it. Nngh..."

She could barely finish her sentence for the aching need she felt trembling through her body. Every moment in the presence of that sweet aroma was ecstasy, as if she didn't even need the vulture's touch. She saw Vivian flash a small smile, perhaps the least subtle of them all so far.

"Though, as fond of your expressions as I may be, a pretty face like yours might look even better smothered beneath me. You'll make a fine cushion."

Abby didn't get a chance to protest. Some small part of her knew she was possibly in mortal danger. That was a whole lot of bird coming down on her, sliding onto the bed and sagging it down beneath her weight. The food in her belly only meant she was heavier. Abby got a good look beneath those golden tailfeathers as the room seemed to grow darker. She admired the pillow shape of Vivian's backside, ample, rounded, so comfortable by appearance she felt cozy even before the great fat vulture was sitting on her. Vivian at least took it slowly, but that didn't make that smother any less all-encompassing as she settled down atop the mouse, burying her beneath that plump backside from face to middle, partly hiding her from side but for her legs sticking out between Vivian's own. A few wiggles back and forth, and the bird was comfortably settled, weighing down on Abby's face so heavily there really was no other option but to service her.

She didn't mind one bit. That scent, that flavour had already enthralled her earlier. She relished the opportunity to immerse herself even deeper into Vivian's essence, pressing her tongue against that slick sex as she got it shoved against her lips, listening to the smacks and schlicks of wet feathers rubbing against her. It was already getting hard to breathe, but that didn't stop her from using her tongue and lips to their fullest, swiping back and forth, glazing, tasting, kneading, pleasuring every single soaked detail she could possibly find. A steady grind meant shoving her down into the bed so firmly her feet were sticking up in the air, her skull saved from being crushed simply by the softness of the mattress beneath her. Vivian wasn't letting up, nor giving her a chance for air, remaining planted in place as if keeping a nest warm.

A subtle movement on the vulture's part had her pushing Abby's lips right between those ample cheeks, kissing against a taut hole as she weighed that thick ass down on the mouse. Abby obediently ate her out, licking, smooching, worshipping that heavy-set goddess while Vivian rocked back and forth atop her face. The lack of air was more and more apparent. Abby's chest was starting to burn, but she didn't let it distract her from her purpose. The distant gurgles of her sister digesting sounded more and more dreamlike as she found her body weakening. Cyan too was feeling the lack of air, her movements slowing to little more than twitching, consciousness hanging on a threat while the contents of the vulture's stomach loudly splashed and sizzled all around her. And even as she came closer and closer to passing out, Abby offered her more earnest service, licking until her tongue was numb, reverently slurping the vulture's rump, a little weaker each time.

At first Abby's hands were simply kneading at that massive backside, rubbing those feathers, squeezing the hefty cheeks trapping her. But she was giving a few taps and pushes after a time. Just a little room, and she could take enough of a breath to get back to it. But Vivian wasn't budging. Pushing her was like trying to move the whole building, and Abby's arms were swiftly too weak to do much of anything, weakened with the mere effort of staying up. So she let them drop, splaying them out around her beneath that smothering vulture ass. She'd already tapped out, already started squirming as the ache in her chest grew dire. Her head was swimming, spinning, feeling oddly hollow as she started to lose herself to suffocation. Her toes curled tight, her legs twitched, and soon she was starting to slump as her eyes rolled back and she fainted beneath that feathery backside, getting her face ridden and rubbed while she came closer and closer to expiring.

Vivian clutched her belly tight in both hands as she felt the final twitches of one sister so perfectly syncing up with the other. Two twitching mice, one stuffed in her gut, already partly churned, but it was the lack of air that claimed her first. The other suffered a similar fate. Even once she felt limp, completely unconscious beneath that ruthless smother, Vivian didn't relent. She sat right where she was, pressing down, riding the mouse's muzzle until the very last movements stopped. It took some time. She might have passed out, but she needed another minute or so to die, snuffed out by the weight of the vulture atop her face. All she needed was for Vivian to move for a moment, to rise up only slightly, but it never came. The cruel, predatory bird sat in place until she was absolutely certain she'd ended the mouse's life with her rear, and only then did she relax, raising herself up and stretching out on the bed right beside her motionless form.

Laying on her side like that had the lifeless lump in her stomach slumping down, thudding to the bed as she stroked back and forth over Abby's body. She admired her shape, squeezed her here and there, sized her up to possibly prepare for dinner the next evening. Maybe she wouldn't be all that hungry after her first feast, but surely other guests would appreciate a finely-cooked meal. And for her loyal service, Abby deserved better than being swallowed whole and digested alive. Vivian would give her a royal culinary treatment. But as for Cyan, she was softened, ruined, hardly resembling herself anymore beneath the layers of fat and muscle keeping her from the outside world. A vulture's digestives were hardly gentle. By the time Vivian was done, there weren't even going to be bones left intact.

The wicked bird was as hard to read as ever, but her face was lit up with something far more lively than anything she had displayed that night so far. She looked at Abby's face, gazing deep into her empty, dead eyes. It was enough to evoke a pleased sigh from the old bird.

"Mm. I must say, Abby. Of all the looks on your pretty face you've given me, this is by far my favourite. It suits you."

The body would be fine for the night. Vivian was cozy and content after devouring and snuffing out two lovely treats. She needed her rest, and she had a cute, lifeless mouse to cuddle with as she slumped. Putting one arm over Abby's corpse, she pulled her close, and gave another of those dreamy sighs, getting herself settled in. One mouse digesting. The other staring blankly at the ceiling, and Vivian's only regret was that Abby wouldn't be around to see what became of her. Such a fine piece of meat she'd be, worthy of a banquet. The hotel had a way of enabling the darkest urges of anyone who entered, but Vivian hardly felt corrupted. It was as if she had simply found herself, after so many years, finally indulging in the forbidden pleasures she had always suppressed. There truly was nothing like taking a life. Except for perhaps taking two.

Chapter 7

For TheRoyalSerpent

_Corruption, Oral Vore, Digestion, Disposal _

The receptionist had greatly misled them. There was hardly room for one in there, much less the both of them. Serana and Mahiri stopped short when they opened the door to their room, left considering what was little more than a closet with a bed in it. Well, that was exaggerating, but by the time they set their bags down, they were left with little room to maneuver, taking a seat beside each other on the single bed, staring at the blank wall. For all the elaborate decoration of the hotel's entrance, the room itself was strangely mundane, lacking any sort of character. There wasn't even wallpaper, just plain white walls that was strangely pristine for the building's age. They sat together and wondered how they were going to divide up the sleeping circumstances. Mahiri was the first to speak up.

"You know, I don't mind the floor! I can pretty much sleep anywhere. We'll be back on the road early tomorrow anyway, so it's not like it's a big deal."

Serana shot her a look. "Oh, you know how this is going to end. We're going to have to get good and snug. I just hope you don't snore."

"Sometimes I sort of sleep-rumble." Mahiri proudly grinned. "Well, okay, I mean, if that's totally necessary, then I suppose I don't mind a little cuddling."

"You love the idea and you know it, don't even try. See, you're already purring."

It was true. While not technically a purr, the leopard was already making the happy sort of rumbly sounds just for being near her friend. Serana reached over and poked her in the chest, just above her breasts, leaving her to jiggle in surprise as she pulled away. Then she was just poking back, giving a laugh, shoving into the dragon's body. She might have been smaller than the cat, but she was solid, a wall of scales that she couldn't even budge despite throwing her weight against her. They locked eyes for a time, both wearing grins, and then the dragoness grabbed hold of the leopard's shoulders to push her down against the bed, looming above, a gleam of something in her eye.

"Okay, you talked me into it. But we gotta get up tomorrow. I'm not prying your snoozing ass out of bed because I kept you awake too late."

"Guess we'll just have to go until I pass out, then!" Mahiri wriggled beneath Serana, playfully pulling at her wrists, but not trying all that hard to escape the pin.

They were both still fully clothed, but that didn't mean they couldn't set to rubbing, squeezing, and smooching. Licking lips got them gasping, a wave of arousal washing over the both of them at once. They needed this more than they thought. The first touches set off a fire in the dragon, one hotter than usual anyway, leaving her to grind against the cat beneath her, squishing and squeezing at all her soft places until the leopardess couldn't help but moan out loud at all the attention. She was effectively defenceless. Her scaly friend might not have looked the most intimidating dragon around, given her height, but she was far stronger than the big cat, and Mahiri liked it. All she could do was endure all the touching, getting in some good gropes right back while they played with each other's tongues, swiftly launching into a mutual humping that wasn't slowing down anytime soon.

"Nnnf, Serana ..."

"Never realized how much I needed this ..." the dragoness muttered, letting her whims guide her hips.

They were plenty attracted to each other, but that wasn't the only force at work in that mundane room. All around their bodies, the walls began to change. They weren't so blank as they seemed. As if being burnt into the white paint, a series of symbols and unrecognizable letters appear one by one, stretching from one side to the room or the other, surrounding the increasingly lusty pair. They didn't notice. They wouldn't have been able to read a single word anyway. The language - if it could even be called that - was something beyond their comprehension. Something beyond their world. With every phrase that manifested around them, their motions grew more intense, more aggressive, thrusting, grinding, humping one another, hardly knowing what they were doing. Something had come over them, driving their motions, turning urges into needs, until there were growls and claws involved.

"Rrrr ..." came Serana's throat growl, deeper than the leopard's rumbles. "I'm not waiting."

It wasn't enough of a frenzy for them to hurt each other, but they were attacking each other's clothing, pulling at it until it tore. Mahiri got her teeth onto the dragoness' scales here and there, doing no damage but giving an impressive bite. Tops, pants, skirts, bras, panties - nothing was spared in that session as it grew increasingly violent. They were wrestling with one another, rolling from the bed to the floor, landing with a heavy thud and doing nothing to cease their lusty assault on one another even when both of them were left wearing little more than tatters of their former outfits. They weren't thinking, just doing, driven to the brink of ferocity as they rubbed on one another, sprawled out in a room that was outright glowing by then. The words went from black ink to a sultry magenta, glimmering all around them like some sort of lightshow, casting shadows over their writhing bodies as they moved to slip and slide their slick sexes against one another.

Serana was grinding up one of Mahiri's thick thighs at first, smearing her juices along her fur as things got more and more heated. They huffed, they moaned, they grunted and growled in each other's mouths as they made out, and it all got twice as loud when the dragoness made her way between the big cat's legs and they pressed clit to clit, or as closely as they could. The squish of labia against one another came with a slick squelch. They were soaking wet with need turned rabid. The dragoness pressed against the cat's body as hard as she could, thrusting and fucking that cat as best she could from such an angle. She wasn't afraid of hurting her. Mahiri was soft, and durable. She could handle the full fury of a horny dragon wetly rutting at her, leaving her thighs and belly soaked with the juices they were working up in their writhing and rubbing. But it still wasn't enough to satisfy the feelings well up in the Serana's body.

She couldn't get over how gorgeous the cat looked in that light. The gleaming golden leopard simply forced Serana to keep at her, admiring every curve, every plush detail, until the dragon felt saliva welling up in her mouth. Despite how blatant it was, she still hadn't noticed the change in their surroundings. The entire room was illuminated by the arcane text scrawled upon the walls, their shine reflecting on Serana's scales, casting Mahiri's curves in shadow, making them look all the more enticing. The dragoness couldn't help herself. She started licking, tasting, nibbling all over the cat's body, growing obsessed with just how attractive her old friend was. Her fur tasted good, warm, satisfying, pleasing her in every way as she drew her tongue through the cat's plush coat. It was enough to make her drool on that shiny fur, make her latch on to one of the leopard's breasts and start sucking with all her might, desperate to get more. Mahiri could only cry out through it all, puffing her chest out as she arched her back, her expression frozen in a submissive snarl as she got completely ravaged by the dragoness, sprawled out and soaking wet, clenching up tight as she came closer and closer to climax.

The light changed. That pleasing purple faded into a more hostile red. It filled Serana's eyes as she pulled from the cat's tit, allowing herself a look over her surroundings. Only then did she notice what had changed. She wasn't alarmed. The words were unfamiliar to her, but her message was clear. They repeated an eldritch mantra that she could feel echoing in her bones, leaving her staring down at the helpless feline, taking in her scent. Those rumbles, those mewls, that soft, smooth fur, and her pretty curves. Serana wanted all of it. And more than just touching, or tasting, or grinding. The shift in colour cast the leopard in a new light. One that had Serana's belly rumbling just to look at her. The room was speaking to her then, not in words, but in sensations. Every moment she spent on top of Mahiri was one she couldn't help but think about how delicious that squirming cat looked. And how hungry she was.

Serana stopped grinding after a while. Instead, she held the cat down firmly, staring into her eyes, letting a grin overtake her features. It was an expression unlike anything Mahiri had ever seen on the dragoness' face. She was squirming, just a little at first, and then more when she realized just how hard Serana was gripping her. It hurt a little, and she couldn't move at all, even when she was starting to sincerely try to break out of that grasp. Squinting up at the delighted-looking dragon, she cleared her throat and gave a confused mewl, only finding her words after several seconds of fruitlessly struggling against the unusual strength of her short-stacked friend.

"Um, Serana? That's a little firm ..."

"I thought this was how you like it, kitty." Her grin wasn't going anywhere, her teeth glinting in the odd light. "Nice and rough."

Mahiri didn't get much more in, mewling and complaining without managing any words as Serana leaned in to have a few tastes. She drew her tongue along the cat's chin, working up to her cheeks, her forehead, all the way to her hairline. Catching some of those crimson locks between her teeth allowed her to nibble some, and she held the leopard in place the whole time, making sure she could do nothing but fuss and kick her legs a bit as she got bullied by her own friend. It was harmless fun, but it seemed so strange, so sudden. And she was only getting more aggressive with her licks, and her tongue only wetter, as the sleek strokes of the dragoness' slurper moved faster, soon slobbering all over the spotty cat's once-pristine fur, that fine feline flavour flooding through her senses. It set Serana to desperate drooling, her stomach giving a deep rumble that could only be sated by one thing.

A shift of Serana's grip had her clutching at the leopard's head, pressing down with her fingertips, digging her claws in just a little. Mahiri whimpered, trying to squirm out from under the dragoness. She was bigger, if not stronger. It felt like she should have been able to manage something, but it felt as if Serana weighed a thousand pounds. She was a stone upon the leopard's chest, sprawled there and pinning her to the point she couldn't even cry out in disapproval. Any trace of ferocity she might have had in her veins was gone. The room took it away, ensuring she was weak, vulnerable, without knowing how she could have possibly defended herself from the dragon's inexplicable aggression. Serana moved in closer and closer, baring her fangs, drooling on Mahiri's face, her breath scorching hot, like she was projecting steam out of her throat. It only got hotter as she opened her maw up frighteningly wide before Mahiri's eyes.

"Serana? What are you ..." she began, but she trailed off in awe at the sight before her eyes.

The leopard could hardly believe how flexible Serana's jaws were. Sure, she was a dragon and all, but that breathy gape before her eyes was like staring into a dark cave, completely with stalagmites. Drool dripped on her face for a few seconds as she basked in the humid breath of a hungering dragon. Serana held onto herself own urges for that long, but she was swiftly succumbing. It wasn't a matter of savouring or sampling anymore. She needed to have that cat inside her. The room around them energized her in ways that made her feel like she was a goddess. Nothing could stop her from claiming her prey. She was sure of it, and she was going to prove it by taking her, right there and then, no matter how much the soft cat squirmed. A lunge, and she was shoving that open mouth right over Mahiri's stunned face, enveloping the leopardess in wet mawflesh all at once, sucking down to tuck her lower teeth beneath her chin, taking her whole head in at once.

From there, the best Mahiri could do was mmmf in shock. She still didn't fully understand what was happening. Whenever she tried to lift her arms and shove Serana off of her, she was left fighting against her own weakened muscles. The room was draining her, stealing her energy away, leaving her barely able to do more than wriggle there on the floor, sprawled out beneath the hungering predator, getting her muzzle pulled towards the clutching embrace of Serana's fast-working gullet. Her voice was still plenty potent. She protested as loudly as she could as she felt that first gulp squeezing her muzzle shut. It was doubly muffled by her own lips as well as the dragoness' gullet, but that didn't stop her from crying out in utter disbelief at what was happening. Her dismayed phrases were incoherent, and soon she was simply shouting there in that gripping gullet, feeling peristalsis seize her in its death grip, rapidly tugging her deep into the intense warmth waiting below, a gurgle of anticipation rumbling up from the churning depths. Serana's gut couldn't wait to get that leopard tucked down inside of it, no matter how much of a stretch it meant.

Mahiri was no small meal. The cat was softly padded in many places, and taller than the dragoness too. It tested the elasticity of those violet scales, bulging out as she gobbled, squishing and squeezing into the cat's malleable shoulders. That feline flexibility was her undoing, ensuring she could bend and twist as needed to properly fit into the clamping confines of the dragoness' gullet. A little deeper with each gulp, each shake of Serana's head, and there was no more denying it. It wasn't some sort of dominance thing, or a tease. She really was eating her, and she was acting as if she expected to somehow swallow the entire cat whole. How that was even possible for someone so small, Mahiri had no idea, but that didn't make the situation seem any less dire. It was going to end badly for one or both of them, if she didn't find some way to escape.

In her head, she was trying to frantically kick, to wriggle as wildly as possible, to make a scene and cry out in hopes that she might slip free and cry out loud enough for someone to hear them and come investigate. That was how she imagined it working, but all she was actually managing was a slow, pathetic squirm that hardly amounted to anything. She just looked like she was enjoying it, which was exactly the opposite of what she was intending. The room, the energy inside it, or the hotel itself, whatever it was, it wasn't even going to give her a chance. It wanted to see her end up as dragon food, no matter how terrible a fate it might be to get digested by her own friend and travelling partner. A few weak kicks bumped against Serana's scales, but she was accommplishing absolutely nothing to actually slow down the process of being eaten alive.

As for Serana, she was richly rewarded every single moment she obeyed the whims flooding into her body. The flavour, the pleasure, the incredible sensation of having a living, breathing, struggling meal sliding down her throat, it was enough to keep her from noticing how much she was stretching her body, inside and out. Mahiri was a feast, one worth drooling over, and that meant her alarmed expression bulged out tightly beneath shiny dragon scales, pushing out her breasts, then her belly as the cat finally began to settle in. The noisy digestive process started almost instantly once her body sensed leopard in her gut, though for the moment it wasn't doing any harm. It simply simmered and slopped all around the feline's head, bathing her in tingly juices, sloshing and sliming her from every side, leaving her cries to be nothing more than gurgles as she was briefly submerged in the juices that would be her unmaking.

It got faster from there. Serana squished those cat tits down flat with her tongue, squeezing them into her gullet, reaching up to stroke and admire the bulge they made. Such a sexy outline of her prey, one Serana couldn't help but squeeze into even if it meant groping herself soon enough. She slobbered her way along Mahiri's belly, working to those broad hips. That was the only time she paused in the process of devouring the sweet cat. She drooled all down those spotty thighs as she squished and squeezed, forcing her way forward no matter how much of a strain it was. It might have looked impossible, but the cat was so soft, had so much give in her cushy body, that enough pressure and she was eventually bent into shape well enough for Serana to keep gulping her. A rush down her thighs, a pop over her knees, and the dragoness was left engorged, sagging, stretched out so round with her prey that she had doubled in size. And that was with Mahiri's pays still sticking out between the dragoness teeth, her toes curling, twitching, the tip of her tail flopping back and forth in vague effort at escape, as if a slight tickle might have been what she needed to make the merciless predator change her mind.

Every swallow had been like an internal massage for Serana, all that plush leopard fur sliding down her gullet smoothly, rubbing all the way. But the last gulp was going to be the best one. She was certain of it, and her whole body was tingling with anticipation as she felt gravity on her side, leaving that cat wedged face-first into the bottom of her bloated belly, teetering ever so close to being sealed away forever. All it took was Serana rolling her body back, flinging that drool-soaked tail tip into the air along with the kitty's paws. She threw all her weight, all her strength into that final swallow, sucking the cat straight down with those kneading muscles, the rush of delight bringing a great sigh from the scaled predator, her eyes closing, drool dripping from her chin. The taste, the touch, and the stretched, satisfied feeling of being completely, utterly filled was the most soothing sensation she'd ever experienced, leaving her bellowing out a delighted 'ahhhh' as she flopped back, barely able to balance herself on her planted palms.

"Mmf! So good. Why didn't I ever do this before, kitty? I would have eaten you the first time I met you if I knew how satisfying you were going to be ..."

She was going to need somewhere to rest off all that meat. No sooner was Mahiri settling down into her massive middle, and Serana was dragging herself up and backwards, pulling herself onto the bed. It wasn't easy, leaving her moving like she was hauling a boulder. The size of her gut made that an apt comparison. It was bigger than the rest of her, no matter how hard it squished that cat down into a tight ball, forcing her to curl up in the acids as they set to loudly splurching all around her trapped body. Once she managed to get herself up onto that little bed, she found it was much more accomodating. The receptionist was right after all. There was room for both of them. Serana just had to be creative about how to fit them both comfortable for the night. She was stretched her legs out, and set to carefully kneading at the wiggling cat inside her. One squeeze and she was already churning up an eruption of air, something which manifested in the fluids bubbling all around Mahiri, splashing in her face as they burst and sent a rush of hot, leopard-flavoured air shooting straight back up the dragoness' throat.

"URRRRRRP!"

It shook the room, and maybe the whole hotel itself with the sheer percussive force of that triumphant belch. Serana was left wobbling on the bed by the power of her post-meal burp, letting out all the air that the cat's hefty form had displaced. Then she was kneading again, chuckling as she saw how much tighter that crude display had made her gut. It was wrapped around the feline like a second skin, those scales outlining her from perfectly. She could see every detail but the spots, right down to the cat's frightened face, her juicy curves, her hands pressed firm to the walls of her slimy, sizzling prison as if she might shove her way out of there. The dragon's digestive process was stronger than her, and it wasn't showing any mercy. The very moment she slipped in there, it started aggressively working on her, spraying her down with fluids again and again, soaking deep to her skin, really working at her poor fur. And it was already having its results.

"Nnnh, there we go," Serana huffed. "Already digesting you. No getting away now. Make sure you squirm plenty for me. I wanna feel you wiggling until you can't anymore."

Digesting a whole leopardess normally might have been a process that lasted several days, even for a dragoness. But the same energy that had possessed her, that had overtaken her with pure primal desire let her stretch her limits in other ways too. Serana's acids proved extra potent, burning through the protective layers of the cat's outsides, already starting to liquefy her and turn her into sludge. It was subtle at first, nothing more than that gut pulling up a little tighter to her features, squishing them inwards, leaving them slightly less distinct with every violent churn. The noise was truly incredible. It seemed like every moment, her belly came up with another sloppy sound to go along with its steady progress turning the leopard into chyme. At first it was something like a hiss, a constant sizzle that slished out as it worked through the feline's outer layers. Once she was truly melting down, softening and losing her shape, the sludged contents of Serana's gut splashed and splattered against the walls, rocked and sloshed by the constant mechanical workings of the brutal cat-digesting machine that was her stomach.

"Oooh, it feels amazing ... like I'm cumming just to melt you down, kitty. Maybe I will cum. Such an indulgence you are, mmf!"

As Mahiri's muffled gasps grew quieter, overtaken by the cacophony of churns, glorping her to silence, Serana's moaning just got louder. She couldn't even reach her own cunt with her fingers, so her tail was going to have to do, stroking up and down her folds, tickling her soaking nethers while she softened the kitty down. There were still plenty of bulges, and still a vague outline of the leopardess' pretty face, but they weren't nearly as defined as before. No longer the shape of a hand, but just a rounded bulge, pressing out from behind the walls of fat and muscle. Serana was going to have a lot more fat than muscle when she was done with the leopardess. She was already starting to siphon some of her down into her intestines, rapidly absorbing her, body processing her so quickly she wasn't even going to manage a nap before she needed to take care of the final result.

She didn't need to think about that yet. There was still enough of Mahiri left to wiggle, though Serana's gut was already getting smaller. She poked and prodded at the cat, accelerating the process of breaking her apart. Was that an arm, or a leg? Maybe that was her face, but it wasn't really looking like the pretty kitty's muzzle anymore. More just a softened, smoothed over shape that pressed out on the walls, giving the faintest of 'mmfs' that faded into silence as the constant glorsh of stomach acids drowned out Mahiri's voice. There was no more complaining, no more calling for help. Just a resigned sigh, or maybe a little gasp, her struggles fading, her remaining muscles giving their involuntary twitches, stirring and splashing her around in a pool of her own partly-digested body. She was just a few more moments away from death, from fading to nothing more than meat for Serana's belly, but the dragoness was hardly satisfied with such a anti-climactic end to melting down her meal. Sitting up just a little, propping herself on her elbows, she got into the perfect position to start squeezing, tightening her abs and flexing her gut all around the remains of the dying cat, plunging her own tail into her cunt in the process.

"Nnnngh, fuck, yes, Mahiri! Squirm! Struggle! Fight like your life depends on it! It feels so fucking good! God ... "

All the pressure had an immediate effect. Mahiri was so much softer, so much weaker, what was left of her body barely holding together as acid ate right through her every layer. But rather than drown, or suffocate, or simply fall to pieces, she got decisively snuffed out by the might of Serana's stomach squishing in on her, testing the remaining strength of her softened bones and finding it lacking. Mahiri didn't get so much as a gasp out before her body got brutally CRUNCHED into a ball of meat and shattered bone, Serana's gut going smooth and round, still sloshing, still stretched, but full of indistinct food that couldn't be said to be the leopard anymore. There was nothing but the featureless weight pushing out her scales, giving her a belly as big as a beachball, one that shrunk little by little with every resounding glorp that turned solids into liquids, and siphoned more former feline into the dragoness' intestines for the final stages of her digestion.

It all went so fast that Serana could feel herself getting thicker. She could reach down and squeeze her fingers into new fat, feeling it forming thanks to the leopard's calories. Mahiri was already converted, already transformed and part of her predator, mere minutes after her ingestion. Serana listened to the schlorping of her own intestines, passing the leopard deeper, letting her gut shrink down to almost flat, but for the added fat. She was only getting plumper by the moment, jiggling with the motions of her masturbation. Her belly had shrunk down enough that she could actually reach her pussy again, and she pleasured herself with two fingers and the tip of her tail, moaning to the pointing of screaming, or maybe roaring as she bellowed out her bliss for the whole hotel to hear. She wanted them all to know exactly what she'd done, who she'd devoured, and how good it felt to be swiftly, brutally turning that cute cat into fat on her body.

"Fuuuuck ... nothing but dinner now, kitty ..."

Serana had to belch again as her belly finally settled down. It was still making plenty of noise, gurgling away on the last few flecks of fur and scraps of meat and bone that Mahiri left behind, but it was much quieter than before. She filled the room with the sound of her triumph, making the door rattle on its hinges. Or maybe that was the sound of someone trying to get in at that very moment. Serana wasn't afraid. After digesting that cat into fat, she felt like she could take on anything. She was enormous, dozens of pounds heavier, hefting thighs thicker than should have been possible. Her gut was wobbly and soft, great for squishing and rubbing, and she couldn't stop squeezing her tits once she started. She'd probably gained three cup sizes in the process of converting the kitty into her part of her. Squishing them together, she tossed her head back and gave a moan, one that grew slightly shaky as the pleasure ramped up to a point that even a predator like her could hardly handle it.

"I'm going to show you off to everyone. Let them squeeze my thighs, grope my ass, tell me how good I look with you all packed onto my curves. You're gonna make me so soft. Fuckkk, I can't -"

It was all too much. She erupted in the middle of her words, losing herself to incoherence as she arched her back and thrust her hips towards the ceiling, gushing and squirting out with a climax potent enough to knock a lesser predator unconscious. It rocked her body, left her roaring, then shrieking, sounding like she was channelling the cat for a moment, only to flop back down, soaking in her own juices, writhing back and forth on the soaked bed as she tingled her way down to a glowing finish, left so content that she felt as if she could have slept for a week. A long, unusually feminine sigh escaped her, and she sprawled out, enjoying how it felt to be so much thicker, so much softer, rounded and juicy like the successful predator she was. No part of her was thinking about what she'd done, aside from being delighted at her own success. Mahiri had been a friend, but the energy around Serana, the absolute rapture she felt for having digested her alive, that was better than any friendship could have ever bought her.

She would have gone to sleep in bliss right that moment if it wasn't for the surge of energy that overtook her. In a moment, she was rolling off the bed and lunging to her feet, finding the nearest mirror to admire herself. It hadn't been there before when she and Mahiri entered the room together, but she didn't pay any mind to that. All she cared about was how good she looked, her reflection grinning back at her while she squished and squeezed, turning and cocking her hips to the side, making sure she got every angle. She peered over her shoulder at her ass, and gave her tail a few slow, clumsy swings. Even that appendage had grown thicker, complimenting her shapely backside perfectly. Mahiri hadn't just made her fatter. She'd become the perfect gift to her body, adding dozens of pounds of excellently sculpted curves to Serana's shape, as if she was always meant to be a part of the dragoness.

"That's it, cat. You're my trophy-pudge now. All gone. All digested."

Serana wanted to keep admiring herself, but it was then that a certain urgency made itself known. The leopardess was at the end of her journey. Everything useful was already part of the dragoness, and the rest, that was just increasing pressure beneath Serana's thickened tail. She gave one last look at herself before turning away from the mirror. Her reflection took just slightly longer to follow her movements, but she didn't notice. Her focus was on that simple door that led to the room's small bathroom. It hardly looked like it was going to be adequate, in its modest size, but it was going to have to do. She didn't have time to make it anywhere else, and with a skip, she hopped up atop the seat and got herself comfortable, wiggling back and forth, kneading her belly, making sure she was prepared for what was to come.

It wasn't pretty. Just a little squeezing, and she was already stretching out her asshole with the sheer weight and size of all that dragon shit. Sure, most of Mahiri had become fat, but there was still so much that Serana's body couldn't use. It was all pushing out of her thick rump, splashing down heavily below with a little clatter. There were bones embedded in that hot brown waste, clanking against the porcelain. There was really no hope to keep up with it all, but Serana went ahead and flushed preemptively before she'd even finished pushing out the first log, grunting and groaning with undeniable pleasure as she disposed of the poor feline in the most degrading way imaginable. A noisy, effortful dump was the end of Mahiri's existence, piling up in the bowl below, a fat load of dragon shit packed with what remained of her ruined skeleton.

Those bones weren't going down easy. The second flush was already much slower than the first, and Serana wasn't anywhere near done just yet. She just kept going, huffing the whole time, wiggling her toes as they stuck out in front of her. The floor was too far away for her limited height. But being short hadn't stopped from turning the whole cat into an absolutely massive dump, one that was leaving her numb with the tingling feeling of pushing out all the former leopard, piece by solid piece. There were shreds of filthy fur stuck in the waste here and there, tickling Serana on the way out. A few long locks of her hair, devoid of its colour, managed to make it through, and that provoked a sharp huff through the dragoness' clenched teeth when she felt it smoothly gliding over her stretched rim. But the real test was the blockage at the end. She'd already been grunting plenty, but when she felt that pressure building, she started to strain, leaning forward like a skier, grunting and grinding her teeth, closing her eyes as she struggled to finish off the messy process.

Eventually that lodged chunk popped free, leaving her to gasp as that shit-packed skull smacked down to the top of a pile that wasn't anywhere close to draining anymore. Serana didn't bother to flush this time. She just stood up, grabbed some paper, and threw it on top of the humiliating monument when she was done. A great tower of steaming dragon crap was the end of Mahiri, her skull faintly visible atop the pile, though it was partly buried. The hollow insides and eye sockets were packed with shit, and the teeth were missing or smoothed down flat, but it was still definitely her. All the pretty curves, for nothing more than a meal for Serana. She hadn't even completely sated the dragoness' hunger.

Once she'd washed her hands, Serana moved back to the mirror, finding her reflection already there waiting for her. That might have frightened her in another time, but she wasn't scared. Instead, she just watched as its eyes turned from that enticing violet to something more threatening, a dark crimson glow doing a much better job expressing how she felt in those moments. The reflection cupped and massaged at its belly, and so did she, following the motions as if she was the one standing behind the mirror, kneading and admiring the trophy weight that Mahiri had become. After a while of revelling in her victory, she felt a rumble. She ignored it, thinking it couldn't possibly be what it seemed, but then it came again, more insistent. Even after devouring an entire friend, after processing so much meat through her system, she was hungry again. It was undeniable.

She looked to her reflection, and it nodded to her. That made her grin, and nod right back. She knew what she had to do. Maybe some of her friends were still alive, unaffected by the horrors of the hotel. Or maybe she was just going to have to wander its halls until another visitor came. Either way, she lived for that pleasure now. For the sweet, forbidden sensation of melting down a living body, hearing their screams turned to muffled whimpers and then to silence. For the delicious feeling of their bones crunching in her gut as she squeezed it tight around their dying bodies. And for the decadent finale that was shitting out the digested remains of what had once been a living, breathing person, all churned up and turned into something useless and embarrassing by her ravenous hunger, treated as something to be flushed down, or left clogging the toilet. And all for her own pleasure. There was nothing more important than that for a true dragoness. And she had the forces at work in that dark hotel to thank for helping her to finally understand her purpose.