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"Cat. CAT."

It was never a good sign when Shirazi wasn't even bothering to use Mahiri's name. The crazy hyena was shouting across the house in that big booming demon voice, sounding like she was in every room at once as she frantically rushed from door to door, poking her muzzle through to peer inside in search of the feline. She tore books off shelves, pulled out drawers, even lifted up and shook a vase just in case the cat was somehow stuck in there. At least she didn't smash it. In times like those, Mahiri still felt a little flare up of those old urges to run and hide from the insane hellbeast like she had when they first met, but she'd long since learned to trust that cackling maniac. Even if that was probably a bad idea. She just had to get used to the demon's many whims and moods, especially since they could both change at any time, with very little warning at all. Shirazi was already snickering excitedly to herself before she even found the lazing leopardess.

At least the look in her eye wasn't one of blazing aggression or violence. She probably wasn't in the mood to break anything. Or anyone. Though her eyes were still that deep blazing red as usual, reflecting off the walls and glass surfaces in Mahiri's bedroom. And Shirazi's own teeth, interlocked as they were, grinning like a shark as she exuded manic energy. Mahiri was still groggy after waking up from a cat nap so shortly ago, but she was going to have to be mentally clear if she was going to deal with her stripey friend at her wildest. Sitting up and giving her head a shake, she regarded the intruding demon, offering a little smile. Shirazi might have been a little much at times, to say the least, but she was always welcome to impose herself upon Mahiri's day. The leopard liked a little chaos in her life.

"Caaaaaaaaaat," Shirazi let the word spill from her mouth with an over-eroticized moan.

"Hi demon!" came Mahiri's cheery reply. "Need something?"

Shirazi was across the room quicker than the leopard could blink. She didn't teleport. Mahiri saw her moving at unnatural speed like a film cranked up to five times the usual frame rate. It was pretty unsettling, but like everything else, it was welcome. Mahiri was hardly even afraid of that fluffy lunatic anymore. It helped that she was so delightfully soft to press against, and getting tackled by that big hyena, pushed right back down to her own bed was something worthy of a happy sigh. Shirazi had been wearing clothes a moment ago, but now it was all naked stripes and curves, softly squishing down on the pinned feline, making her rumble while the hyena vibrated and twitched with her own uncontrollable snickers, barely containing the depraved hysterics that were always seconds away from breaking free and sending that demon into writhing, debilitating laughter. She kept a hold of herself long enough to speak. It must have been important.

"Mahiri," she softly said, just above a whisper. Something about her speaking that name with such quiet reverence put a chill in the leopard's spine even while it got her a little flustered and hot where it mattered. "Today is the day."

Despite the ominous feeling the demon's vagueness was giving her, Mahiri still remained eager. "The day for what, Shirazi? Have you got a new sexy idea you wanna try?"

Their time together had already broadened Mahiri's kinky tastes far beyond anything she'd ever thought possible, and yet near every time they were intimate, the demon came up with something new. She ran her fingers up and down those stripey curves while she waited for the big revelation, taking some nice squeezes where the hyena was especially ample. Shirazi was getting thicker lately. Whether that was by conscious choice or her ... diet was making her that way, Mahiri really didn't know, but it did mean there was plenty of stripey butt to squish and knead as she laid beneath the demon's warmth. This time, Shirazi really did whisper, pressing her lips up against the edges of one perked leopard ear. Her words were disturbingly coherent.

"You're already so deliciously corrupted. Warm and twisted on the inside. Bearing my mark." She licked her lips at the mention, drooling just a touch. Her voice grew even softer, as if no one but her was permitted to ever hear them. "I want to take it all the way. Bend you. Shape you. Break you into something darker. You're ready. You can be a real demon, just like me. You'll be so good at it."

That she delivered that statement without a single violent outburst, not even a slight giggle, was enough to throw Mahiri right off. She really did mean it. And it was true. Mahiri had already been enjoying the little changes that came with spending time close to a real, live demon. Her body was more ... malleable. If she wanted to make some sort of change, Shirazi was happy to accommodate. Nowadays, if she woke up in the morning feeling more inclined to one gender or the other, all she had to do was squeeze that pointy goat necklace the demon had gifted her, and her body could seamlessly swap over to male or female, or whatever else. And that was just the start of it. Over time, Shirazi had helped her truly discover her own body, and all its desires. So of course she wanted to go further with it, but ...

"I ... me? An actual demon? You think I could do that? I feel like I'm just not ... intense enough."

The affectionate expression that spread across the hyena's face was so gentle that she didn't even look like herself for a few seconds. The red even faded from her eyes for a time, replaced instead by a gentle violet. She closed her lips, not showing her teeth for once. For just a moment there, she looked like a person. It wasn't right at all. But her lips felt good against Mahiri's own when she sank down to kiss, soon slipping into a deeper makeout session. Ah, there was the demon again, Mahiri thought she felt a forked tongue shoving down her throat, wriggling about like a startled serpent. When she withdrew from that loving smooch she was as demonic as ever, all red and glowing, grinning big once she slurped her tongue back into her own mouth.

"You'd be perfect for it," she assured the cat. "You'll see. I'll show you."

"So how does -" was as far as Mahiri got. She'd get her answer soon.

Wrapping the cat up in a tight embrace meant smooshing those two soft bodies even more closely together. Mahiri felt the bed beneath her falling away, gravity or something like it taking over as the two of them plunged together through the space between worlds. Falling was one thing. This was something worse. She dug her fingers deeply into the demon's flesh, clinging close as she endured the horrifying plummet. God, she'd never get used to that. At least not as long as she was mortal. The air around them grew warmer as they travelled, passing by the many empty rooms and hallways that made up that forlorn place and breached through the figurative gates. The humidity clung to her mostly-bare fur, filling her mind with lusty thoughts as the air filled her lungs. There was something in the atmosphere down there, something darker and more depraved that brought out a certain side of the leopardess she'd always had, but never with such intensity. Soon, as the eerie red-black glow filled her vision and the scent of sex flooded her other senses, she knew exactly where she was. A few minutes ago she'd peacefully awakened from a nap and now she was standing there in the middle of hell itself, wearing nothing but her panties and a loose t-shirt fit for snoozing. It had a sunflower on it.

There were other demons there, too. They might have been fearsome if she was alone, but Shirazi was there with her. Her eyes naturally drifted to the more massive of the pair. The towering hellhound resembled a doberman, at least in terms of colouration, though most regular canines weren't sporting such intimidating horns and spines protruding from their flesh. Mahiri was pretty sure of that. But what even was reality anymore when demons were real and so was pretty much every other mythical thing she'd ever heard of? The muscular yet impossibly curvaceous canine was the picture of a demonic ideal, completing the image with a pair of nuts about as hefty as Mahiri's own tits. Presumably she was the one in charge around there, though there was a certain stern intensity to the slimmer, less imposing hellhound just beside her. The smaller of the two had darker colours, and lacked the same intimidating bony protrusions. Instead, she was decorated with weaving, intricate patterns like tattoos. While Mahiri looked them over, trying to properly comprehend them, they gave a sinister glow of deep violet as if reacting to her gaze, reflecting and mixing with the dull glimmer of their hellish surroundings.

"That's Bruna," Shirazi excitedly said, pointing to the bigger one. "She used to be a mortal like you until she met the big boss, Sybilla! She's the smaller one. Don't let that fool you!"

Well, so much for expectations. Mahiri probably shouldn't have fallen for such a classic demon trick, disguising the more powerful of the two as the less threatening one. She could feel the power thrumming from within the tattooed hellhound. Whether it was equal to, or greater than Shirazi's own, she really had no idea. She wasn't even sure if power was something quantifiable in the demon world. There was a lot for her to learn if she was going to join those depraved ranks. She felt out of place all of a sudden, maybe even unwelcome. The hellhounds still hadn't said anything. Maybe it wasn't exactly typical demon ceremony protocol to casually introduce herself, but none of the hellspawn she'd ever met were exactly the sort that fussed about sticking to traditions. Nervously clearing her throat, she waved.

"Um. Hi. I'm Mahiri."

"Oh, we know who you are, kitty," Sybilla spoke, a small smile spreading across her lips. It was a wicked one, even in its subtlety. There was deviousness there that Mahiri had no doubt she'd soon discover.

Bruna meanwhile just grinned, licking her chops in exaggerated fashion, splashing some drool about. "Yeah. We know all about you. Been waiting for a chance to get a piece of you."

Mahiri had enough experience with demons by then to know it was important to clarify such turns of speech.

"Do you mean a piece of me or a ... piece of me?"

Bruna gave a shrug as if she didn't even know herself. That left Mahiri carefully watching her, at least until Sybilla cleared her throat.

"If we're done with introductions, I am ready to begin."

Her voice and demeanour were threatening enough that even Shirazi paid attention to her. Maybe she was the highest ranking of the three. Did demons even have ranks? From what she could gather from her hyena friend, the closest answer was 'sort of, but not really' as far as organization went. Maybe it was less about rank and more about experience. And ruthlessness. Sybilla pulled a hefty tome out of seemingly nowhere, simply reaching into the air around her and clutching it in both hands as if might try to fly away. The hellhound flicked a claw against the pages, causing them to rapidly flip over to exactly the one she needed. Then she looked up, locking eyes with the feline, forcing her to focus solely on her to the point all went black and empty around them. Mahiri had no idea if everything had really vanished, or if she was just mesmerized by Sybilla's fiery gaze, unable to perceive anything but her.

"Now, Mahiri. You understand the risk you're undertaking with this ritual, yes?"

The leopard blinked.

"Um."

That made the hellhound curl her lip a moment, but she at least bothered to explain.

"There is a reason even demons like us cannot force anyone to undergo this ceremony against their will. If it fails, you will be less than nothing. Not dead, but as if you were never alive. A forgotten stain in the shifting hells. And we will not be held responsible. It is entirely on you whether you accept this contract or not."

Mahiri felt her own teeth digging into her lower lip as she considered that. It wasn't something new to her. In her ramblings and ravings, sometimes Shirazi spoke of things like that, or even implied she'd done it to others before, though Mahiri could never really know how much of the demon's babbled nonsense was true. The hellish world came back into her sight, and she broke away from Sybilla's glare to instead turn to Shirazi. The hyena's smile seemed genuine. It wasn't a wicked grin. Gone was her usual insanity. She looked bright, happy, and ever so delighted to be going through with this. It occurred to Mahiri - was this basically the equivalent of a wedding ceremony for demons? Did ... gosh, Shirazi really did care about her, didn't she? In a demon kind of way, but still.

Another magician-like wave of her hands, and Sybilla conjured a single slip of frayed paper. It looked like it'd been dug out of some old ruin, with the corners all worn away, the sheet itself yellowed with apparent age. It floated across the expanse of a room, and ended up in Shirazi's grasp. She didn't hesitate. As soon as she had it, she raised a finger to her lips, bit it, and let a drop of demon blood fall to the blank page. The contract wrote itself, scribbling forbidden words in jagged cursive. Mahiri caught a glimpse, and though she couldn't make any sense of it, she could feel it. There was evil in those words. Something terrible, and something powerful. She was agreeing to something so much beyond her own understanding. But maybe that was the point. All she needed to do was sign her name away and she could be imbued with the great knowing, with the infernal carnal knowledge that would be enough to drive a mere mortal to madness. There was so much she wanted to know.

"All you have to do is sign, kitty," Shirazi softly said, her voice warm, even affectionate. "I'll bite your finger for you if you like."

"I ..." Mahiri sucked in a deep breath. "You really want me to? You think I'll make a good demon?"

"Yessssss ..." came the hyena's hiss, her tongue flicking forth and wriggling through the air with the sound. "I want you to be deep. I want you to be dark. I want you to become the formless flesh with me ... "

Mahiri had no idea why, but hearing those words, ominous though they might have been, made her heart all fluttery. She even felt a little pang in her chest, and a bit of moisture in the corner of her eye. Maybe it was just sweat, for the heat down there. Maybe not. Either way, she was overcome with affection for the striped demon, and it manifested first as a giggle of her own. Maybe it wasn't quite as unhinged as one of Shirazi's own cackles, but the spirit was there. Then she surprised even the hyena when she lunged, throwing her arms around her, squeezing deep into her fluff, and laying a big fat kiss on that psycho's muzzle. That demon was warm, she was soft, she vibrated in strange ways when she was excited, and she was hers. It was dangerous to sign her soul away, yes. Reckless, foolish, impulsive - all those words probably applied to some extent. But that was exactly what she wanted to be for her demonic lover. When they broke from the kiss they gazed into each other's eyes a while, and then Mahiri raised a single finger to the demon's fangs.

"Then that's what I want too."

Shirazi lightly nipped at that finger. Mahiri didn't even feel it. A spot of red appeared there at the end of her digit when she withdrew. It was just enough to sign her name. The red dried to black as soon as she was done, and the contract burst into flames before her eyes, without even giving off any heat. Did that mean it was sealed, or was it void because it seemingly didn't exist anymore? There was still so much for her to learn. She didn't feel any different. Resting in the demon's embrace, she laid her head against Shirazi's tits, groping down her own curves to see if they were growing any. Presumably that would be part of it. She already had some lovely breasts and a fresh, tight pussy thanks to the demon's transformations, but she could go even deeper into succubus territory, she was sure. Glancing up at the smiling hyena, she tipped her head with gentle curiosity.

"How do we ... get started?"

"I'll take care of that," Bruna grunted, wearing a lusty grin.

The way she was looking at Mahiri was naturally making the leopard's tail lift a little. That big hound had such a greedy gaze that it brought out the sluttiest side of the leopardess. She wanted her to look at her like that. It was making her wet. She'd already been idly aroused through this whole thing, standing around with such lovely naked demons, and their scents to match, but those casual panties were clinging to her pussy all the tighter, sticking to those folds as her wet desire grew thicker, hotter, and copious enough to stream down her thighs. All that from a glance. Well, that, and a scan up and down that muscular canine body, dwelling especially on Bruna's hefty sack, and the fat sheath that rested atop them. It twitched under Mahiri's watchful stare, pulling back to slowly reveal the pointed tip of a black canine shaft. The glossy surface shone in the grim light around them, reflecting a sinister glow that only made it look all the more enticing. And it was only getting thicker, plumping up with every pulse that ran through the sturdy hellhound's body. Mahiri really couldn't look away.

A snap of Bruna's fingers was all it took to call another figure into the ritual. Hell itself seemed far too bright for a brief moment, accompanied by a massive clap of thunder that rattled Mahiri's bones. The feline figure arrived as a bolt, leaving the leopard's fur briefly standing on end. He wasn't quite so imposing as his flashy entrance implied. She didn't even immediately take him for a demon, though a pair of cute little horns atop his head implied he was at least partly corrupted. His black and electric blue fur hardly looked a natural colour either, and his slim, feminine figure came gifted with dreamy curves. His thighs, his ass, it was all so shapely and soft, yet taut where it mattered - it was all enough to make Mahiri idly feel for her necklace, just in case the opportunity to top such a tempting rump manifested itself. Not that she wouldn't have let such a shapely cutie absolutely pound her pussy numb.

"Yeah?" came the cat's casual introduction.

Bruna planted her hands on her hips, letting the growing spire of her partly-knotted cock stand straight up towards him.

"Don't give me that, Kyra. You know what I need you for."

The electric cat sighed, but he didn't dare protest.

"Again? I just got back from the last one. But hm, if you say so."

He held his arms out, offering himself to the hellhound. Shirazi's whispers perked one of Mahiri's ears.

"That's Bruna's own pet. She corrupted him herself."

"Ohhh." Mahiri nodded. "What's going to -"

She didn't need to finish that question. Bruna was already taking action, firmly, even aggressively. A pair of big dog mitts wrapped around the cat's head held him soundly in place, then bent him down to stuff him face-first into the tip of that engorged dog dick. Bruna's cock was fully hard by then, standing up tall and solid, though fitting the feline's whole head inside still required some stretching. She didn't so much as flinch as she slipped Kyra's head into her cock from ears to chin, letting it bulge with the shape of his muzzle. Mahiri couldn't quite read his expression from where she was, but there were definitely some details clearly outlined beneath the shiny black skin wrapped snug around the other cat. He wiggled a little, though it wasn't a struggle. Mostly he was submitting entirely to his mistress, or whatever she was called to him, letting her engulf him to the shoulders in the slick, constricting embrace of a demon's dick, swallowing him with the pressure of those squeezes alone. Soon he was up on the very tips of his toes, getting pulled into the air by the forceful cockgulps, while precum slathered down his body, winding curvy rivers of musky mess down his chest and back, matting down his fur.

From there it was a matter of tightly flexing, using the strength of her hard cock alone to swallow her prey. Kyra didn't even get a chance to gasp out, his senses immersed in the heavy scent of hellhound prespunk while his curvy body got squished and squeezed down taut on the way towards her balls. Her dick stretched snug around his shape, encasing him as if in shiny latex beneath the shimmering surface of her pitch black skin. His soft body was perfect for getting kneaded down a demon dick, pushing out beneath that knot until he dunked heavily into Bruna's growing nuts. They sagged down as his face touched bottom, sinking swiftly beneath the surface of her churning cum.

Even where she stood, Mahiri could hear the sloshing, the splashing, a sound like someone coming down from a high dive gloshing right through the room. Mahiri watched in awe as she watched the other cat's legs vanishing into the clenching cockslit. Kyra got slurped straight down with a cacophony of sloppy sounds much like those of messily devouring a meal, schlurking and schlupping until there was little more of him but the tip of his tail and his toes wiggling at the tip of Bruna's stretched cock. She hardly changed her pose the entire time, standing firm and proud with her arms folded beneath her tits, making the whole thing look effortless.

"Heh heh ... always such a snuggly balls-stuffer, kitty-cat," she teased him, getting a little jolt from within in response. It was too weak to make her flinch, though her balls did glow blue for a brief moment. "Don't give me that. You know your place. And that's melting down in my nuts to be nothing more than my next cumshot."

The gurgling started as soon as he was firmly tucked away, his grumpy expression briefly visible beneath the surface of Bruna's balls, hugging near airtight around his face. The hellhound's sack pulled up tight, jerking upwards with the force of the mighty digestive process. Every heavy inward clench processed Krya down a little smoother, a little softer, the echoing glorps filling Mahiri's mind until they were all she could focus on. The heavy sound of a cat getting creamed was enough to ensure she was soaking wet, even if she barely noticed. There were just so many distractions. Between Bruna's balls getting plump with the softening cat servant and Sybilla's arcane gestures and chanting, Mahiri was left staring, gaping at all that was going on before her. The smaller hellhound spoke in a resonating voice that sounded more like three at once, trails of sinister light following her fingers as she drew intricate patterns in the air. With her every syllable, the room seemed to fill with unseen energy. Mahiri could feel it dancing along her fur, tingling her here and there. The lust blazing through her only grew more intense as she absorbed that ambient energy summoned up by the dark ritual.

Bruna's cock gave a solid throb, briefly flexing up to a greater size than before, spurting out a thick rope of what looked like cum in the process. It was a little too thin to be a proper climax, but it pumped out copiously enough to be close, painting down the stone floor in long streaks of partly-melted feline. Kyra was still a lump in her swinging sack as she softened him down and claimed him with every heavy clench, some vague outlines of his form still pushing out beneath the surface. He wasn't moving much anymore, swiftly overwhelmed by the greater demon's digestive cum, converted into a fine, weighty load pound by pound, gallon by gallon, slapping against the inner walls as those nuts jostled with Bruna's slightest motion. Even her lustful, doggish panting was enough to jiggle them. Mahiri wasn't sure what she was supposed to be doing. Shirazi held her while she squirmed, watching that hellhound so effortlessly transform her own servant into spunk, her eyes fiery, her dick hard, her balls bouncing up and down with the twitches and throbs to loudly splash their contents around. Those two orbs were growing taut from the pressure stretching them out, more and more of the cat within creaming down to little more than her next fat cumshot. And judging by the way she was looking at the leopardess, Mahiri knew exactly what she was going to do with that.

In the meantime, Sybilla made her presence known once more. The break in her chanting came suddenly, sounding as if she was mid-sentence. Mahiri wasn't sure how she knew that. The language made no sense to her, but she could sense its meaning somehow. The words were dark, some of them unfathomably so, but they were starting to sound almost familiar. The smaller of the hounds approached with a tsk of her lips, leaving the tome to float where it was, still open to the same page. Visible energy wafted from it like a purplish mist or smoke, floating fragrantly through the air, adding something exotic to the mix of heady scents floating about the room. Sybilla regarded Shirazi with a stern gaze, then reached a hand out for Mahiri, placing it on the leopard's shoulder.

"Let us see if you are ready," she simply said, and then tugged the cat hard.

She staggered back into the hellhound, feeling Sybilla's hands gliding down her mostly-bare curves until the demon clasped her by the hips. Shirazi didn't seem to mind having the leopardess pulled out of her embrace. She watched over the scene with maniacal approval, gleaming in the strange light of hell as the slim hellhound went ahead and bent Mahiri over with a shocking display of strength far beyond that of her modest frame. A fist pressed to her scalp, tugging those crimson locks, and fingers wrapped around the base of her tail ensured the leopardess was subdued, barely managing to squirm until she felt the warm touch of Sybilla's nose beneath her tail. The hellhound had bent herself down in the process of overpowering Mahiri, allowing her to shove her muzzle right between Mahiri's thighs, sniffing against the base of those soaked panties. Mahiri could only moan as she felt that eager huffing, all that lusty warmth getting stolen away into the demon dog's lungs.

"Hmm. Good. Such a need in you," Sybilla observed, nodding slowly. Then there came her tongue, smoothly swiping along the surface of Mahiri's wet undergarment, sampling the flavour that drenched the fabric. "You taste of pure lust."

It was enough to make her stand back up and softly lick her lips as she turned her attention to Shirazi.

"Are you sure you haven't completely corrupted her already? She's as horny as a succubus ..."

That might have been meant to be a compliment, or maybe not. Either way, Mahiri's cheeks got extra hot. She could somehow sense the hyena beaming proudly above her. Sybilla straightened up.

"Hm. Maybe she is ready. We will see. Bruna?"

The bigger of the two gave a bark of acknowledgement, reaching down to heft her own nuts up in both hands before letting them drop again. That came accompanied by a massive glursh and splissh of her creamed servant sloshing around within her. Mahiri managed to spot a few solid shapes bulging beneath the surface as those nuts bounced up and down with Bruna's every step, thumping against her solid thighs. Kyra wasn't completely gone yet, but he was hardly a cat anymore. Most of his bulk and energy had been used up to stuff the hellhound's nuts taut, fattening them up with the engorging load. Some of it was already dripping from her tip, leaving a slick trail as she moved. Sybilla released the leopard, but that just left the bigger of the hounds to take her place, clutching deeply at Mahiri's soft butt. She dug her fingers so deeply into the plush curves that the leopard was feeling slightly numb, though the light discomfort only made her urgent desire quiver beneath her tail all the hotter, until she was drenching her inner thighs with that liquid lust trickling from her sex, running over the edges of her soaking panties. Pulling them off of her was a matter of peeling them from the sleek lips of her puffy cunt.

"Mmm. Just flooded, aren't you kitty?" Bruna plucked those panties off with a snap of string, ruining them. She held them in her hand for a few moments, tipping her head to the side, and then just tossed them upwards and caught them in her jaws like a snack. A few munches later through the soaking fabric, and she gulped. "Not bad. Let's see if your pussy feels as good as it tastes."

Shirazi assisted in pulling Mahiri's cute little top over her head. She didn't ruin it, surprisingly. Instead she smoothly worked it over the cat's head, letting her tits bounce free. They already had a certain impossible perkiness to them, wobbling but not sagging, perfectly round no matter how gravity was acting on them. She could only imagine what they'd be like once she was fully demonic. Bruna broke her focus, ensuring she couldn't keep wondering for long, jabbing that demon dog dick up against her twitching sex. The first prod alone was enough to make the leopard jolt forth, arching her back and slipping into a needy yowl, letting the sound spill breathlessly from her open jaws as she hiked her tail high. Bruna had exactly what she needed, and then some. Her balls were audibly sloshing as she moved her hips back and forth, poking and prodding against the entrance to the leopard's lust-slick sex, letting those glossy lips clasp at her cocktip as Mahiri contracted with aching need.

"What - what part of the ritual is this?" Mahiri gasped. She knew it was probably silly to imagine that a demonic ritual might not involve copious sex, but even so.

"To test you. And to fill you," Bruna grunted, jabbing forth. That was enough to spread Mahiri wide open, leaving her clenching down so tightly on the first few inches of canine cock that she barely let them any deeper inside of her. The hellhound leaned down, bucking her powerful hips a few times, and spoke in a more gravelly tone. "And for fun. I want to be the last one to claim your mortal womb. To despoil you one last time while there remains anything remotely pure about you."

And then she plunged. She knew nothing of subtlety, treating Mahiri's body like she was already fully corrupted and basically indestructible. Mahiri shrieked a feline sound as that demondog dick spread her out in an instant, forcing her to stretch and confirm around the veiny shape of its girth bulging beneath her creamy white belly fur. She shouldn't have been able to take that much cock so suddenly, but her body held up fine. Maybe it was thanks to just how wet she was, all those juices serving as lubrication to allow Bruna's shaft to slip snugly into her depths. But it was more than that. She should have at least felt a strain, or adjustment after getting rammed full or hellhound dick, but even once that hefty beast of a demoness slapped her knot against Mahiri's pussy lips, the cat remained steady, accepting, accommodating that firm intrusion without so much a a mewl of displeasure. She squeezed on it constantly, as if to milk it dry right there, but Bruna wasn't letting her off without a good rutting. A spank to those spotty cheeks made them wobble, and she hunched herself down over the leopardess so she could start pounding her like a proper hellhound, lunging back and forth, filling the room with that wet smek of knot to lust-drenched lips.

Shirazi had her by the wrists the whole time, stretching her out, making sure she stayed all bent over and vulnerable for Bruna. A little tug brought Mahiri closer to the hyena, pressing her muzzle into her belly. At least Shirazi was speaking in a soothing tone, though there was a little vibrating giggle beneath every syllable.

"Don't worry, kitty. I'm right here for you. I'll make sure she doesn't break you." A pause to lick her lips and let out a shuddering snicker, and she went on. " ... before I do."

Mahiri had probably sucked Shirazi's cock a hundred times or more by then, and the vast majority of those blowjobs ended in the demon relentlessly facefucking her once she got all worked up. And yet even then, she'd never quite been treated so roughly as when Shirazi seized her by the jaw, wrenched her lips open, and plapped her dark dick right on the middle of her tingly tongue, sliding along the scratchy surface to grind her musky flavour into the leopard's senses until Mahiri was swallowing that demon dick right down. Soon she had two fat bulges in her underside. The pointed shape of a canine cock pushed out from under her white belly fur, and now she had the plump shape of a hyena's shaft plunging down her throat, leaving her to glurk and swallow around it, sucking down the juices as they mixed with her spit. She was drooling more to taste of it, to the point some excess ran over her lower lip, keeping Shirazi's dick nice and glossy while the hyena jammed it between her lips, smacking Mahiri's nose against her fluffy crotch, tapping her chin with a plump pair of demon nuts.

She shouldn't have been able to breathe. Shirazi was completely bottomed out in her gullet, and if that wasn't enough, that knot-spanking rut from behind rammed her forward into the hyena, making her gulp down even more than she already was. Bruna was relentless. She didn't tire for anything. Even swinging down those prey-fattened nuts didn't slow her much. Her thighs remained taut and steady, her claws digging into the floor as she braced herself to claim that kitty, pounding her with that succulent schlurp of slick cock rubbing on those sloppy inner walls. There was already a viscous mess pouring down the back of Mahiri's spotted thighs, all that overflow of precum and fem-juices rolling over her fur, smearing through it, trickling audibly to the floor after it ran down the crevice of Bruna's oversized balls. The leopard's belly was already starting to feel weighty for all the pre that sloshed within her womb, pumped straight out of that plunging canine cock, the knot only growing fatter as she fucked the kitty senseless. The best Mahiri could manage for a moan was some sort of muffled gulp, gargling hyena dick to the point she almost ended up swallowing Shirazi's balls.

Mahiri was starting to feel like some sort of accordion as she got folded between the two rutting demons. The flexibility of her feline spine was a blessing in those brutal moments. Bruna gave Shirazi a snarl, and the hyena just cackled back. There it was. That shattering laughter of pure insanity echoed all around Mahiri's ears, letting her know that it was truly time. Her stripey friend had let herself go, giving into her own urges, her impulses. It just so happened that in that moment every whim she had told her to fuck the feline's throat until Mahiri couldn't feel her face. Mahiri was left to rapidly chug down all the juices welling up in her mouth, made all the harder by the big dog slamming her from behind, shoving her knot up flush to those folds, stretching, pushing, slipping halfway inside only to yank right back with a big POP and try it again. Mahiri was just going to have to cope with the reality that she was going to end up with that fat bulb stuck inside her. Her elasticity was already being tested by its first few thuds, and Shirazi fucked her mouth hard enough to send her thumping back against Bruna's hips, over and over. All was wetter, hotter, steaming as she sweltered between the two of them, trying to guess which of them was using her harder.

It was a particular swell of Bruna's cock that sent Mahiri over the precipice of pleasure. All it took was a little throb of a vein that pressed right against the perfect spot, bulging inside her just the way she liked it, and her body reacted. The pleasure was already building, but it was hardly an adequate warning before she seized hold of Bruna's dick and erupted in an instant. A squirting, squelching mess of a femgasm left her gushing against that knot, inadvertently adding just enough lube for the hellhound to shove it inside of her all at once. The stretch made her scream, most of the sound smothered out by the slap of the hyena's balls against her lower lip. She rode out that climax until it was making her shake, her muscles quivering with the overstimulation. They just kept on fucking on her from both sides, prolonging the raging ecstasy, turning tingles into numbness, the intensity surging up her spine, reaching her scalp, and seeming to double back on itself as her every nerve lit up in a blur of bliss. She was knotted by that colossal canine cock stuffed up into her womb. She had a hyena's dick stuffed down past her tits it was so deep in her throat. Yet every single part of her body screamed 'yes!', flooding her with pleasure beyond her wildest mortal dreams. And that was before they came inside her.

"Unnngh ... your girl's got a nice pussy, 'Razi. Love the way she clenches on my dick," Bruna teased as her balls went tighter, pulling up and smoothing over all the imperfections in their roundness. "Rrrrrng. Fuck yes, that's some good kitty cunt ..."

Shirazi didn't even bother to tease back. She was lost in her own cackling, rattling with laughter as orgasm seized her. Pleasure was the only force that could possess a demon, leaving her arching her spine, lifting her tail, smacking forth until she busted that sloppy load right between Mahiri's lips, shooting it straight down to her belly with an audible splort. Jets of the stuff shot off in all directions when she got overfilled, but not before her belly sagged with the stretching weight of the demon spunk stuffing her full. Bruna filled her womb until it too was sloshing and bloated, her knot pulsing as she put some pressure on it, yanking, slipping, drowning out all other sound for just a moment with the volume of the SCHLURP that came when she wrenched it free from Mahiri's poor stretched pussy with a brutal yank. One spray over the leopard's lovely spotted back and then she shoved beneath that tightly lifted tail, spreading the kitty's ring out around the girth of her spurting shaft. Sheathing her dick in tight feline ass let her shoot the rest of her load straight up into Mahiri's belly, leaving her creampied cunt stretched open and slopping demon seed to the ground. Bruna still had so much more to give, pumping, gushing, unloading every single drop of churned up demon cat into the demoness-to-be.

Mahiri didn't even have control over her body anymore. She slipped into a half-conscious state, blanking out as orgasm ravaged her body. Was she still cumming? She couldn't even tell anymore. Sparks of pleasure stoked the fire within her, blazing away until she was sloshing and swinging with a nice fat gut of demon cum, her every muscle overworked to exhaustion as she slipped slowly from their cocks to flop down on the floor with a resounding SPLAT. The pressure on her swollen belly sent some cream dribbling from her lips, or spurting from beneath her tail, letting off at least a little of the tension. She was still a mess, rounded out and weighed down by the fertile seed that swam within her belly and her womb alike. The demons left her gaping and drooling, rubbing out a few last shots of cum over her fallen form, painting her from spot to spot until she wore an additional blanket of steaming, musky jizz. All she could do was faintly giggle, trying to keep her eyes from rolling back, clinging to her last semblance of consciousness and thought.

"Aw. She broken already? I wanted a good session with that ass," Bruna huffed, folding her arms. "Guess she's a good fuck though. Maybe she'll make a good succubus. Maybe."

"Oh she'll be so much better at this when we're done." Shirazi was vibrating from top to bottom. She couldn't hold still. Squatting down, she took the shattered kitty by the hands and squeezed her palms, flashing her grin in her face. "You're ready, right?"

"Unnh ..."

"Perfect! Just hold on. We're gonna do it. We're gonna make you something terrible and wrong, like you were always meant to be!"

"What do I ..." Mahiri managed to murmur. She just coughed before she could finish, demon cum pouring down her tits as it flowed from her open mouth.

"You don't have to do anything, kitty. You're mine now. Mine to consume and corrupt, to break down into nothing but the formless self you shall eternally be."

Shirazi's eyes glowed brighter and brighter as she spoke. Mahiri could barely look up at her anymore, lest she be blinded by that infernal radiance. For a brief moment, she saw something other than the hyena standing tall above her. There was something darker there, a truer form unbound by coherence, never settling on a single appearance. Gazing upon a living embodiment of chaos threatened to push what remained of Mahiri's mortal mind over the edge into madness. Before she could cackle like Shirazi herself, all went dark. All it took was a little push on the back of her head, and she found her muzzle engulfed in the hyena's cock, slipping smoothly past the initial resistance. The demoness's dick was bigger just for this occasion, growing in a flash, fattened out until it was big enough for her to suck just by dipping her muzzle down, if she wasn't currently busy capturing a cat in the grip of her hungry dick. A slurping gulp dragged Mahiri's whole head in, engulfing her in the fleshy clamp and the humid scent of demon musk she'd grown so familiar with in their time together. Except somehow it was even more intense than usual.

The cat went quiet as she found herself overwhelmed by the sleek swallowing all around her. A squish around her shoulders kept her arms at her side, pinning them in place as Shirazi devoured her with her dick. She could still hear the demon's giggling. It wasn't just coming from above. It was all around her, as if echoing down into the dark tube she was sliding down, mixing in with the steady squelching of those sloppy innards kneading all around her like a ravenous serpent. The darkness grew deeper, like an all-consuming void, overwhelming with that heavy scent of demonic desire. It flooded her senses until it felt like it was within her, painting her insides with the mark of a demon's musk. Her tits squished down flat in that tight grip, leaving her gasping out in silence, unable to make a single sound. She felt her head spinning, felt herself barely alert, starting to forget what was happening to her, or where she even was. The pressure working over her belly was enough to wake her up, especially with all the cum still sloshing around in her swollen middle. It had to go somewhere.

Bruna stepped out of the way just in time to dodge the fountain that was Mahiri. All that cum she'd pumped up into her womb and ass alike came gushing back as Shirazi squeezed around the cat's middle, flattening her tummy down so she could gulp it inwards. That meant leaving a splattered puddle of demon seed across the room, pouring out between her spotty thighs as she wriggled and rubbed them together. Her belly was still a nice round shape pushing out beneath the surface of Shirazi's dick, bulging out as she slipped down into the spire of black flesh that hugged tightly her curves. A particularly hard squeeze popped the rest of her middle in as if it were a knot, sealing her inside to the hips while the walls compressed tight enough around her to outline every single one of her facial features. Shirazi reached down to give them a rub, cooing fondly to the captive cat, licking over her lips so vigorously she sent spit soaring in all directions.

"Don't worry, my sweet kitty. I'm just going to break you down, ruin you, destroy you ... so that you can be something new. And it's going to feel so good. For us both."

Her voice was somehow clear to Mahiri even where she was buried in the prison of hyena dick. That Shirazi managed to get through her sentences without bursting into laughter or just screaming spoke volumes of how focused she was. For once, she wasn't babbling, wasn't screeching about something in the shadows of her mind. Though she couldn't keep it up forever. Once she slipped sloppily over the shape of Mahiri's hips, capturing that fine ass in the tip of her dick, she pointed her shaft straight towards the ceiling, gave a slurp of her tongue over the back of Mahiri's thighs, and then launched into a shuddering wail like a chorus of the damned were screaming from within her. After that, her voice fell to a demonic growl.

"Yesssss. Down DOWN you go little kitty. Free yourself in the ABYSS. You'll never be without me again."

A toss of her head flung her braided locks back, and she screamed towards the heavens, her piercing roar bellowing wordless blasphemy while she sealed the last of the cat away. It was the last anyone would ever see of her mortal form, no matter the result of the ritual. Shirazi swallowed her down into her sack, clenching upon those curves to hold Mahiri taut in place, barely even letting her squirm. The cum sloshed from all sides, pouring over the leopardess as if swarming her. It filled up over her head in seconds, churning like a boiling pot, and feeling near as hot as one. Yet even submerged and overheated, she felt no pain, not even any panic. She was close to her lovely demoness, feeling the cum creeping into her body. It didn't just enter her gaping cunt and ass, or run down her throat. It sank into her skin, imbuing her permanently with the scent of her friend, her mistress, or her lover. She wasn't truly sure. But it didn't matter. All she needed to care about was blanking out in unfathomable bliss as pleasure jolted through her every sense. The constant massaging churn around her body might have been breaking her down to nothing more than demon spunk, but to her it was orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm, until it felt like an eternity down there in the musk-thick dark, locked as if permanently at the peak of her own pleasure. That was when she broke.

On the outside it simply looked like she slumped down and passed out. It was so much more to her. She felt herself unburdened by the limits of sanity, slipping into the forbidden thoughts as pleasure fuelled her journey to the darkness. Shirazi jerked her cock while she churned the leopard up, sending Mahiri jostling from nut to nut, slathered in spunk. Every churn unmade her a little more, pressing inwards around the softening shape of the cat sinking down into the depths. Those heavy hyena balls pulled down to the floor with the growing load, smoothing over every single little detail, wiping them away, perhaps for good. The glorps of cum digestion only grew louder, picking up speed, sounding like they were gargling the leopardess with that rapid glut glut glut kneading all around her unmoving shape. Some part of her was still conscious in there, but her body was soon sinking down to join the glurning mess that stuffed Shirazi's sack full to brimming. Every twitch of her cock was another watery rope shooting straight across the chamber, but she held on, squeezing hard on the middle of her cock to suppress the waiting orgasm.

"Nnnh ... almost there, Mahiri. Show them your TRUE form!"

Sybilla stepped back from the ritual circle she had so elegantly drawn in the meantime, right down to every painstaking detail and symbol. It glowed red as if in anticipation, making for the perfect target as the hyena pumped her swollen cock in its direction. Her hands became a blur of motion, her arms flexed taut as she worked her dick to a bulging peak, huffing, drooling, and of course giggling away as she rushed over the edge and hit her climax with a triumphant cackle. Her laughter rolled through hell itself, bursting up to the surface to rattle the paintings on Mahiri's former bedroom walls. It sent a chill down the spine of everyone within two blocks of the cat's home, one that left them feeling strangely warm afterwards. The outpouring of wicked energy filled the room with searing light as Shirazi splattered the creamed kitten all across the symbol, painting from point to point of the pentagram, hosing it down in a blanket of roasting hot, freshly churned demon seed. The splash rang out deafeningly, and the resulting mess filled the chamber with demon musk beyond that which had been already spilled. Shirazi poured it all out while her fattened nuts jumped up with every clenching spurt, her eyes rolling back and even briefly losing their demonic lustre as her manic grin got replaced by a dumb smile, her tongue hanging from her lips to wiggle atop her tits.

For a while, there was nothing more than a puddle of hyena jizz laid out over the glowing symbol. Shirazi trickled the last out and then dry-fired a few more times to be absolutely sure, her cock flopping down with the rest of her as she bent double, copiously drooling on herself while she caught her breath. Sybilla tapped her chin in thought, and Bruna just folded her arms again. Neither of them said anything. When Shirazi stood back up, she took on an expression she so rarely wore, tucking her teeth away behind her pursed lips as her demonic features scrunched up in uncharacteristic concern. Nothing stirred for several seconds more, leaving her tense, frozen in the silence. Then there came the rumble. She perked her ears up, and soon her grin returned as she saw the cum bubbling up, boiling over, steaming and smoking as something emerged from the musky mess. It was shapeless at first, slowly taking on the outline of a feline, that hot seed smoothly dripping down over the newly formed curves the featureless cat-shape was sporting. She stood thicker than ever before, softer, plumper. Soon the cream-white leopardess was solid enough to rise to her feet and stretch her arms out, dripping gooey cum as her tits bounced with the motion, heftier than they began. Her spotted patterns began to appear over her thighs, highlighting just how much thicker they were. Her lashing tail splashed the remnants of that jizz onto Sybilla, who looked down at her splattered form stoically, then just nodded. Perhaps she approved.

Once she emerged from the spunk, the leopardess looked much as before. She was adorned with a pair of curvy horns like those of a ram, and her fangs were notably longer, glinting in the hellish light as she grinned towards the other demons. Her eyes shone sharper than ever, more intensely green, glowing over her features. Shirazi burst into hysterics when she saw her, lunging forward to sweep her up and hug her right off her feet. She even went ahead and swung her around, squeezing her tight, licking her face, and only biting a little.

"I knew it! I knew it'd be perfect! You are going to be the best little slutty leopard demoness and we're going to do everything. Together."

"Yes! I feel ... I feel it! What you were always screaming about!"

Shirazi bellowed her delight.

"THE SHADOWED THOUGHTS UNVEILED WITHIN THE SCORCHING MIND."

"Yes!" Mahiri just nodded rapidly, her voice quivering with affection. "Oh, Shirazi. This was such a good idea. I know we'll always be together now."

Shirazi gave a sharp note of laughter, her voice still booming.

"FOREVER."

"I wanna celebrate!"

The hyena didn't miss a beat. She pounced Mahiri down in what remained of that flood of cum. The impact made for an enormous splash, sending a tidal wave of jizz in all directions. Shirazi pinned her while she slurped the demon-cat's new form up and down, tasting those extra-padded curves.

"Yes. YES. Mine. Ours. All of us."

She maybe didn't quite communicate it perfectly in her excitement, but that was indication enough for the other demons to move in. Mahiri soon found her view blotted out as Sybilla came squelching down on the cum-soaked cat's face, smothering her beneath her ass while Shirazi spread the feline's legs. She was content to share her newly corrupted cat with Bruna, perhaps in thanks for all the help. They scooshed up next to each other, and Mahiri soon felt a cock in her cunt and ass alike as they indulged in her form. She could take it. She could handle anything, she was sure of it. Sybilla smothered down hard on her face, making her eat that fine demonic ass with her newly forked tongue without so much as stopping to breathe. Mahiri's holes were stretched beyond possibility without so much as making her flinch while the other demons double-teamed her. And over the noise of the spontaneous orgy, she heard one more familiar voice.

"I'm coming too!"

A naked leopard-spotted sharkess charged grinning into the scene, her engorged cock bouncing up down with every skipping step she took emerging from the shadows. Mahiri wasn't sure how long Mazzy had been there, but of course her and Shirazi's lovely demon daughter was welcome to indulge in the feast of pleasure. The shark sat down on Mahiri's belly, slipping her shaft between her mother's tits without pause, fucking her newly enhanced cleavage before so much as saying hello. She was just as giggly as her other parent.

"Mama! You look great! And nnf, feel great! I'm so happy you decided to join us! We're going to be the best at doing all the things!"

Mahiri might have been a bit overwhelmed by the drastic transformation. On the outside she was much the same, if thicker and more seductive than before. But she could feel so much more going on beneath her spotted skin. Her flesh was formless, ready to change and conform to all matter of depraved delights at any moment. She felt limitless, unchained, broken free from the shackles of mortality. And such dark thoughts there were rattling around in her head. She never thought she could imagine such sinful pleasures herself. For the moment, all she could do was deeply purr beneath the sloppy slaps and grinds of four demonic bodies ravaging hers at once. There was nothing else to worry about, no earthly inconveniences to hold her back. From that day and into eternity, pleasure was her greatest virtue.