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Prelude

The flickering flames of the fire would have been their only source of light on that starless autumn's eve if not for the moon. The bluish-white eye in the sky watched over them as they gathered together in that dark place, casting its luminescence over the whole group. It seemed unnaturally huge that Halloween night. The eerie glimmer flooded their campsite, bringing life to the shadows that danced among the dense, swaying trees. The forest might as well have been endless, even if in truth they hadn't been hiking for long before they stopped to set up for the night. Camping in a supposedly cursed forest, during a full moon, on the most evil night of the year maybe wasn't the wisest idea they ever collectively had. That was what made it so fun. Besides, there was safety in numbers, and as long as they stayed together in a group, they would be fine. All thirteen of them.

Rokanoss settled down behind, and around the rest of them. The big dragon towered over the rest of the campers, but they all felt much better having him nearby. They weren't going to have any problems with wildlife or crazed murderers so long as he was there to protect them. His bulk alone was enough to dissuade even the most bloodthirsty of beasts of people alike, even if he was feeling a little snoozy. Once he was done lighting the fire, he curled up to serve as a backrest for half the other campers, content to have them leaning against his scales. While it might have looked like he was sleeping, he made sure to keep one eye open so he wouldn't drift off. That would have meant missing out on the stories.

"You've heard of course of how many people have gone missing in these woods, right?" Mahiri softly spoke, pointing the flashlight at her feline features to add to the dramatic effect. "They say they follow a voice in the woods, a friend or family member calling out in distress, and then they just ... vanish. And you want to know the weirdest part?"

Everyone leaned in close. Of course they wanted to know.

"They're never found ... until they just show up one day, months and months after they first disappeared. None of them remember anything that happened, but they're alive and unharmed, often even wearing the same clothes."

"That doesn't sound too bad," Max peeped. The diminutive white weasel was a little squirmy already just coming along on such a trip, but at least he felt safe around everyone else. "Maybe they just have a good time at some secret resort or something?"

"That sounds nice," Mira chuckled, the pantheress reaching for the flashlight. "But I doubt it. That's not the only spooky tale I've heard about this place. Just wait until you hear about the witch."

Mahiri handed the light over, and the black cat launched into full horror story mode.

"They say she still roams these woods, cursing the names of the ones who drove her out so many years ago. They never did find out where she went. Who knows if she's alive or dead? We just know she'll never rest until she's had her revenge on everyone who ever wronged her. And their children. And their children's children ... "

"How far down does the curse go anyway?" Diantha couldn't help but give a mild chuckle. The squirrel scooted closer to the big, curvy cat, squeezing her hand. "I mean. I have family from around here. Maybe my grandma's uncle's auntie's grandpa was a witch hunter or something."

"Could be." Mira shot her a fangy grin. "Don't worry. I'll make sure nobody curses you but me/"

With that, they fell into a hot smooch and Mira passed the talking-light along. Next up was Tristan, a well-built doberman sitting near Mahiri. He perked his pointy ears straight up to tell his tale.

"Have any of you heard about Iniko, the fallen angel? They say she stalks these woods in search of sinners, so corrupted by her own anger and hatred for demonkind that she turned into something worse. I probably shouldn't even say her name. No one is without fault in her eyes."

"Worse than demons?" Mahiri nudged the dobie with her elbow. "I always knew they weren't so bad."

"You're sort of right," he mysteriously teased, shining the light on his grin. "Maybe I should show you some sins of my own sometime."

"Hmmm. I do enjoy a good late-night transgression against all that is holy time," the leopardess joked, rumbling away all suggestively as she spoke. .

"Alright you two. Whose turn is it?" Sal the aquatic sergal teased the flirty pair with a flick of her tongue.

Mahiri was close to going in for a smooch on the dog's muzzle, but she turned to the sergal instead. "Yours, if you want it!"

When she offered the flashlight, Sal just shook her head.

"No, I ... I think I might actually turn in a bit early tonight, sorry everyone. I've just been feeling so sleepy today. For a few days now, actually."

Nova gave a sympathetic look at hearing that, patting a hand on her shoulder.

"Aw. Maybe you should lie down, then. Have you been sleeping enough?" the starry wolfess asked.

Sal nodded. "Mhm. A lot, actually. Seems like no matter how much I rest, I just want to go back to sleep when I wake up. And the dreams ..."

She trailed off, staring blankly into the fire for several awkward seconds before giving her head a shake.

"Yeah. Okay, I'm really out of it. I should go rest. Goodnight everyone!"

A chorus of goodnights followed her as she made her way to her and Nova's tent. It was time for the wolf to speak, but first she called after the sergal.

"I'll come check on you in a bit!" she assured, then turned to everyone. "Honestly, I've been feeling weird lately too. Maybe this is a little too personal, but ..."

She lowered her voice, shy to share all the details of her recent troubles.

"I don't know what's going on, but I kind of feel like someone's ... following me. Maybe even spying on me when I'm trying to sleep. I've never actually seen them, or heard them, or ... anything, really. I just feel it, and I keep waking up thinking they're standing in the room with me, but it's empty. Kind of why I wanted to come out here in the first place, really. Just to get away from it all, and be with all of you for a while."

"I'm sure everything will be fine. You're probably just tired, and the forest is a great place to get a good sleep" Gwen assured, the bunny bouncing a bit where she sat. "Just don't get all chompy at me!"

"What's that mean?"

"Here ..." Gwen took the light and launched into a tale of her own. "Another one of the stories they tell about this place, is that the forest itself has power to it. A will of its own. Just by being here, it can shape you, twist your mind, bring out the most deeply-rooted instincts even in the most domestic, city-dwelling creatures. Every moment we spend here is one we come closer to start acting like the animals we all are. And I'm just a bunny among all you carnivores ..."

"What would it look like for you to go back to your bunny instincts?" came Sara's curious voice. The raptoress towered above Gwen, but her giggly voice and penchant for panting her claws pink pretty much eliminated any possible sense of threat she might have provided.

Gwen shrugged. "I dunno. Bouncing and running away I guess? Maybe breeding ..."

They had a laugh together, and then Sara turned to the twin hyenas sitting off to one side, preoccupied with some sort of strange container they'd brought with them.

"Hey yeens! You know I've gotta ask. What's in the box?"

Kamili and Keedee looked up at the same time and gave a collective shrug.

"Oh, nothing important really," Keedee murmured.

"Yeah, just, um. Just a little ... well, it's nothing, yeah. What she said."

"Ohhhh, I see what you're getting at." Xander gave them a sly look, a knowing smirk plastered over the girly otter's features. "No need to tell us if it's private."

"It's not like that ..." the hyenas said, speaking almost as one.

"Riiight. Anyway!" He smacked his thighs a few times. "Looks like it's getting pretty late, and the fire's getting low. As much as I'd love to sit out and tell stories all night, a nice warm sleeping bag is sounding really good right about now ..."

Everyone exchanged some looks, and there was enough of a consensus in a few silent nods to make the decision official. They left Rokanoss resting near the fire after dousing it, the smoky scent hitting their senses as they departed for their respective tents. Nova soon joined with Sal, softly giggling to herself to find that the sergal slept totally naked, barely covered by that sleeping bag. She tucked her in and settled down nearby, hoping to have a night full of that weird feeling of being watched. Xander and the twins all shared the biggest tent, and he was quickly comfy while the hyenas continued toying with that strange, rattling box. That wasn't enough to keep him from drifting off to sleep in the span of a few minutes. Those campfire stories didn't scare him.

Gwen was supposed to be tenting with Mahiri, but the leopardess had already wandered off with the doberman. That left her alone until they were done, which she had to admit had her a little nervous. She pulled the sleeping bag up tight to her chin just to feel extra protected. Mira and Diantha kissed all the way to their own place, the newly-formed girlfriends not really hiding what was going to happen as soon as that zipper closed. Max still hadn't sealed his own tent. He sat patiently waiting, peering out to watch for the raptoress. She spotted his cute little face poking from the tent and gave a giggle, waving to him.

"Don't worry about me! I'll be right back, Maxy. Just get some sleep!"

He was worried about her, but he wasn't the sort to argue. Zipping up that flap, he wiggled his way into his sleeping back, staring up at the moonlight that shone through the tent. He swore he saw it flicker sometimes, but maybe that was just the branches blowing in the chilly wind. He hoped Sara got back soon. There was such a chill in the air on that silent night, the stillness overwhelming him as he listened to the rustling of the fallen leaves. It was just another day of the year. There was nothing dangerous or evil about Halloween. All he had to do was close his eyes and everything would be fine, and morning would come again, he told himself, drifting off into the deepest sleep along with the other nearby campers. Those who hadn't already wandered off into the night, anyway.

The forest never slept. It groaned and creaked around them like an old house, gusts of frigid air passing through the branches, knocking the crimson leaves down to the grass. It had been mild when they first set out on their journey, but by then, the air was icy and hostile to anyone who wasn't safely bundled up in a tent. The crackles of snapping twigs came from all around, giving the impression of something coming closer, or a whole legion of creatures perhaps, surrounding them, watching them, singling them out as they slept, choosing who they wanted. The wind whistled like a song, joined by a chorus of distant voices. Whether with lullaby or funeral march, a sullen hymn or a twisted nursery rhyme, the evils of the wicked woods serenaded their prey with many mouths. None of the campers knew where they'd first heard those many stories of what lurked there in the trees. It was like they'd always known them. And soon they were going to find out how true they really were.

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Chapter I

For Rokanoss

Featuring Kamili and Keedee

"So, where did you get it anyway?"

"What? You're the one who bought it!"

The Kalu twins sat conspiring in their tent together alongside the sleeping otter. Xander didn't stir while they chattered as quietly as they could. Kamili held the curious necklace up in front of him, relying on the moonlight to make out the details. Maybe it was more like an amulet, the centrepiece a simple but elegant medal that carried some sort of inscription. Wings, and antlers. He wasn't sure what it meant. Keedee should have known more. She had definitely been the one to pack that mysterious box and insist they brought it along, he was sure of it. Yet there she was, insisting it belonged to him. Kamili tipped his head at his twin sister, then finally just shot her a grin.

"Ohhh, I get it. You're just messing with me."

"Riiight. Sure. That's what you want me to think I think!"

They were locked in a sibling standoff, neither of them willing to believe the other even when they were both entirely convinced they were telling the truth. That was what they got for pranking each other in all manner of good-natured ways. The twins liked their jokes, giggly hyenas that they were, but they always took care to ensure that anything they ever pulled off on each other or their friends was nothing more than a bit of fun. They'd never do anything to hurt someone just for a laugh. That just wasn't the kind of people they were. Yet, holding that odd piece of jewellry, Kamili couldn't help but feel all manner of mischief coming over his thoughts. Horny thoughts, at that, to the point he was starting to forget about the whole question of whose it was in favour of planning out something big.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter. Do you really think it'll work?" he asked her, keeping just above a whisper, struggling to suppress the rising excitement. One slip of willpower and he would have woken the whole camp up with one of those distinct cackles.

"Definitely. It's got ... I don't know what it's got. Power? You should try it on, maybe ..."

Pranks and jokes were one thing. When it came to more serious matters, he trusted his twin completely. If she thought it was a good idea, then he was going to do it. After all, it was just a necklace. It was probably nothing, even if she was being unusually mysterious about it. Slipping it over his head, he let that big medal thump down to his chest, thumping at it a little. It didn't take long for the effect to come over him. His chest heaved, his hips jabbed upwards, and his back arched with the sudden rush of pleasure that hit him deep inside as if from nowhere. He went from relatively excited to fully, powerful worked up, finding himself going solid and desperately horny all in the span of seconds. Rolling his hips, thrusting in the air, he was left doing his best to suppress his moans as he accelerated rapidly to full arousal, left throbbing so hard he could hardly bear to keep his pants on. It was too much. As quickly as he put it on, he wrenched that artifact right back off, handing it over to his twin.

"Nnnnnf ... okay. It really does work. I don't know how, but it was exactly how they said ..."

"How who said?"

Kamili blinked. He didn't know what he meant by that. Instead, he just insistently handed off the trinket to his sister. Despite seeing how much it had made him squirm, she was far too curious to keep from trying it for herself. She slipped it on, and soon failed to suppress her own moan, crying out and jolting back with the sudden lust that washed over her. They exchanged looks, licked their lips, and finally just fell into a deep smooch to help them hold back any further noise. The mmfs and groans emanating from the both of them ended up muffled, but still plenty loud enough. Xander slept on beside them, oblivious to their plotting. While they made out, Kee fumbled for the box. There was something else in there, something much bigger. It looked something like a rope harness, with a metal buckle in the middle that had an empty, round slot. It looked to be about the size of the amulet. The accessory was fairly mundane on its own, if still kinky, and they somehow knew exactly what to do with it.

"We've got to ... pick someone. To share this with. That's what they said. The promise of a good time like no other ..."

She spoke as if by instinct, reciting details that felt like they were from a dream, unsure of what she was really saying. Neither of the twins could precisely remember the deals of that strange transaction, or exactly how they'd come into the possession of those strange things. They just knew how they were supposed to use them. By the desires coursing through their bodies, there was no doubt that the trinkets were every bit as effective as they were supposed to be. The two of them glanced at the sleeping otter, but they needed someone bigger, someone stronger who could endure the full force of two incredibly excitable hyenas cranked up to maximum horny.

Their scent wafted out into the night, but no one was awake to catch it. Kee removed that necklace, but it didn't matter. It already had a hold of her. Together with her twin, she stepped out of the tent, clutching that harness between them, their bodies trembling with need. They had to choose someone, and fast. Scanning the camp, there was only one obvious answer, only one of their fellow campers who could possibly handle them both at once. The big dragon was softly snoozing by the fire, his bulk serving as a barrier to keep the wind off of those other tents.

As much as they knew the notion that sleeping dragons ought to be left to lie, they couldn't help themselves. Stepping right up to Rokanoss, they moved as one single unit, their desires coordinated, syncing up to the point that their every step was in time with the other, like a pair of dancers. Only one of them was a professional at that, but Kamili stayed tuned to Keedee's rhythm, following her body as they stepped up close to Rok and gave him a few nudges. When that wasn't enough to wake the thick-scaled dragon, they pushed at his head more insistently, paying no mind to how impolite they were being. That was enough to make him snort awake, a bit confused and disoriented. Their scent hit him first, long before he opened his eyes to regard the grinning pair that stood right before his formally slumbering form.

"Hmm? It's not morning yet, you two. Is something wrong?"

He spoke in a sleepy but attentive tone. As far as he was concerned, the safety of all the other campers was his responsibility. What would it say about him if someone got hurt when he was right there to protect them? The more he inhaled their horny scent, the more he realized what they were on about. It certainly came as a surprise. They were cute, but he'd never considered they might want him like that. He assumed he was too big for them. Such things were enough to pique his curiosity, even if it all seemed a little sudden.

"We wanna show you something," they said, their voices blending together as one. It was a little creepy.

"Hmm. Well, go on, show me."

He wasn't feeling particularly inclined to getting up in the middle of the night, but they were persistent, fussing as they tugged at his head and horns, as if they thought they might somehow drag him off into the woods with their collectively tiny strength.

"Nooo, you have to come with us," Kee urged.

Kamili was just as pushy. "You have to!"

"Do I now? Well ..." Rokanoss paused to take a slow, deep breath. "I can tell what you want. I certainly wouldn't mind having you two all to myself, but ... oh, why not."

Sleep could wait. He had two delightfully delicious twins to deal with. With a huff, he slowly rose to his feet, towering up over the two of them. They wouldn't have been taller than him if they stood on each other's shoulders. He had to watch where he walked to keep from stepping on either of them. Yet they didn't seem in the least bit intimidated by that. Getting their wish, they went giggling off into the woods, and he could only follow. Part of him certainly wondered what he was getting himself into, but there was no turning back now. They were gone, rushing up ahead at such a speed that he needed to take to a slight trot just to keep up. It wouldn't do at all to leave them running off on their own. Monsters or not, there were surely some more natural hazards in that empty forest to worry about. They were easy to track, at least. All he needed to do was take the occasional sniff and follow the scent of pure, concentrated arousal coming from the both of them. By the giggly moans in the distance, they were already getting started without him.

"Alright, you two," he said as he stepped from the trees to come upon the twins kissing in the middle of a clearing. "I know how excited you get, but this is really something. A few too many marshmallows tonight, perhaps?"

"Put this on! Yeah! Put it on! You have to!'

He wasn't even sure which of them was speaking anymore. They were a babbling cacophony of cackles and whoops as they approached with some sort of straps, or harness. It looked harmless enough, but he wasn't exactly sure what made it so important. They were jabbing it towards him with such intensity that he was almost convinced something bad might happen if he didn't follow their wishes. Well, it couldn't hurt. He watched them grinning as he worked the straps around his neck and chest, finding it a surprisingly good fit that hugged around his scales comfortably, as if it was meant for him. Their eyes flashed with such intensity as he did that, almost seeming to glow. Something about them seemed a tiny bit off, a little more depraved than their usual innocent selves, as if possessed by some spirit of horniness that controlled their every move. But, nonetheless, he did as they so badly wanted, tightening the pad up about his chest and nodding his head. Seemed easy enough.

"There we are. So what's the big deal about - "

Rok didn't get the chance to finish his question. It took a lot to cut a dragon off mid-sentence, but he couldn't physically speak when those ropes or bindings wrapped about his jaws and sealed them shut. They shot up from that harness, emerging with a flash of blue-grey light. It wasn't clear what sort of mechanism was controlling them, but they seemed to know what to do. He hardly knew what was happening while they set to binding all about the dragon's form, coiling about his limbs and even his tail until he couldn't keep his balance anymore. Rokanoss was a dragon, a powerful titan with near-impenetrable scales and impressive strength, but even he couldn't fight off that sudden attack. Those ropes, cords, whatever they really were, they proved stronger even than him, holding solid and unyielding as they forced him to keep over onto his back with a massive, forest-disturbing thud that shook the ground beneath the hyenas' paws. They watched him with agape awe, mesmerized by how easily that seemingly mundane artifact could disable even a dragon. He faintly kicked and squirmed there on the ground, but he could neither move much nor speak, left helpless as those bindings pulled his thighs apart, fully exposing his cockslit.

Bound or not, what had started couldn't be stopped. He had been getting horny about fucking those twins on the way over, and his arousal wasn't slowing down, no matter how much he tried to fight it. His cock slipped out and stood up straight for the hyenas to see as he rumbled there in the coiling grasp of those strange ropes, wiggling about but unable to budge them. Once they had him trapped and horny, they went dormant, no longer whipping about but merely holding him there, exposed to the both of them, unable to so much as make a sound. The two of them exchanged a look, but they were beyond speaking by then. The lust had taken over their minds, clouding out their thoughts, driving them like puppets to do the bidding of their bodies alone. He watched them with gritted teeth as they approached. It was one thing to walk off into the woods for some midnight sex, but he had been quite confident they intended for him to dominate them. He had never agreed to this. It was outrageous to think that cute pair could have their way with a dragon, yet there they went, crawling up on his body, ready to do whatever they desired with him. Or whatever the force that controlled them wanted, anyway.

Their tongues slipped up and down his dick in unison, each of them claiming a side and slathering him up in saliva. Those yeens were drooly, leaving him slick as they licked all the liked, removing their clothes in the meantime. It was like a strange sort of poledance, grinding up against his spire with their bodies writhing and twitching, barely able to control the level of lust they were experiencing. It was the kind of horny to drive someone to cackling madness, though they settled for just laughing up a storm while they got naked and started humping at his cock. Their spotty bodies were plenty warm, grinding back and forth against his shaft, letting their juices glisten on his exposed skin.

Kamili wasn't the biggest male around, but he could certainly put out an excessive amount of precum, streaking it up and down Rok's shaft as he humped and played with that impressive length. Kee meanwhile was soaking wet, absolutely dripping as she sent her cunt gliding along the ridges and veins of Rok's bulging cock. The both of them were giggling away as they had their way, teasing the dragon with their tongues, their lust, kneading their paws at the base of his shaft to ensure he stayed solid and pulsing the whole time. No matter how embarrassed he might have been over this little prank, he wasn't any softer for it.

Keedee was the first to make her move, finally breaking from that eerie synchronization that seemed to drive the twins as if they shared one mind. She moved around in front of that cock, grinding her clit to the very tip, moving those hips with impressive flexibility just to make for as much friction as possible. She was wetter by the second, almost gushing already, and she couldn't wait any longer. Shrieking with arousal as she got into position, she lined Rok's dick right up between her spotty thighs, grinding on it, humping, bouncing a bit, teasing herself and the dragon alike before she finally sank down deep on the tip. With how utterly drenched she was inside and out, he slipped into her with relative ease, even if it meant stretching her, rounding her belly with the shape of his cock while she knelt all the way down on it. Kamili knelt right in front of her, meeting her in a deep, slobbery kiss, pulsing with need while she rode the dragon's shaft. She wasn't gentle about it, either.

In that aching, heat-like state, she was truly playing with fire to ride the dragon so carelessly, but she didn't care. Nothing could stop her at that point. Even if Rok somehow managed to break free of those bindings right that very moment, he would have had a hard time getting her off his dick before she came. Or he did, for that matter. She was a smaller woman, far too slim and delicate-looking to be dominating a dragon like that, yet there she thumped, up and down, squishing that dick in and out of her flooded pussy with a splatter of juices soaring off in all directions every time she thunked down on his crotch.

Kamili clutched her by the hips, helping to lift her up and then drive her down again on Rok's many inches while he blazed with pleasure within her. So tight, so warm, kneading, clenching, squeezing around him - it was enough to make the captive dragon snort, even grit his teeth. Cumming inside of her so quickly would have been giving her the satisfaction of knowing she had control over him, that she'd beaten him, but he couldn't move, couldn't fight it, couldn't force her to slow down. Up and down went that tight 'yena pussy, massaging him in all the ways he loved most, sinking right down to the knot and refusing to let go.

He would have roared if his jaws could move. Instead, he was going to have to settle for a muffled, defeated sound as cum came pumping up through his shaft, thickly gushing out to fill the hyena's womb all at once. He watched her swelling, overflowing, and then he heard her screaming in the best of ways as she squirted for him. All that lust came flowing out at once, making her absolutely gush her own juices before they mixed in with the dragon jizz her body couldn't hold. It made her slosh and jiggle, heavy and bloated, looking like she was deep into a pregnancy cycle. Going down on his dick bare like that, in the middle of what seemed like some sort of heat, she might very well have been breeding with him right that moment. The thought of possibly knocking the cute giggler up with dragon-hyena hybrids was enough to keep him cumming, keep him shooting, spurt spurt spurt, until there was simply no room left in Keedee's body. It all came flowing out, pouring down her thighs, and his too. Kamili held onto his twin, shaking her when she looked on the verge of passing out, but he wasn't just looking out for her. He needed some of that cock too.

Keedee had been tight enough, but Kamili was just as eager to take Rok's dick as she had. He helped her slip off that sloppy cock, making her splurch as she twitched and writhed in lingering orgasm. The excess cum pouring out pooled all over the dragon's belly, leaving him soaked, steaming in the scent of that first breeding. Kee was a little shaky for a few seconds more, but she shook it off with relative haste. Clutching the dragon's shaft, she knelt down and made sure she kept it pointing up just right for her brother to sit down on it. Rok's cock was slathered up with jizz and pussy juices alike, making for a fine natural lube as the girlyboy hyena sat down on it, letting it sink beneath his tail and between his cheeks. It showed up in his belly, bulging behind the pumping length of his own modest shaft, and he couldn't help a whimper or two as he made his determined way towards the base. Those hyenas were elastic, indestructible, able to take the dragon's whole dick without so much as flinching. Though they certainly weren't quiet about it.

While he bounced there on it, Kee crawled up towards the dragon's face. Doing so when he was all worked up might have been a dangerous move normally, but that evening was anything but normal. He couldn't open his mouth to lick, but she was content to settle down and start grinding on his muzzle, smearing his own cum across his sealed lips, letting him sniff at her arousal mixed with his musk. Humping and sliding, she rode his face while her twin took his dick in deep, already giggling with pleasure, squirting precum all across the dragon's middle. When that pre turned to actual cum, gushing across Rok's scales, the dragon assumed the yeen boi must have been done, but he didn't even slow down. One cumshot wasn't enough to satisfy him. It just seemed to drive him deeper into maddening lust, making him thump that cushy, spotty butt down on the dragon's scales while he drove that ridged spire into his tight depths, giving the most delight clenches and contractions around its every inch while he rode.

It was enough to make Rokanoss' cock a little sore from all the pleasure, but he had more to give. He would have reached down and clutched that cute butt tight if he could move, but he was going to have to settle for just vaguely humping upwards, moving his hips as much as those coils would let him. They felt different then, seeming to move a little as orgasm built deep down inside his internal nuts. Writhing and stroking along his form as they held him fast, they added that much more stimulation to the process of fucking that girly hyena numb and full. His second attempt at roaring was even more muffled than the first, with Keedee right there atop his mouth, the vibrations of the sound at least making for some added stimulation as she sat on his face and watched her twin get pumped just as full as she was. Rok's second load was just as potent as the first, sloshing that cutie up until he was drooling dragon jizz. Kamili's own ropes were nothing in comparison, but they still shot out across Rok's belly all the same, painting him in long, thick ropes of hyena cream while that femboy got his mind blown by that artifact-fuelled orgasm. By the way he slumped over at the end, Rok was even afraid for him briefly, though he snapped out of that haze quickly enough.

The ropes were really moving then. They slipped back and forth about his body as if they were alive, acting more like tendrils, or even tentacles than something more mechanical. Sleek to the touch, they made him feel like he was being groped by a hundred writhing snakes, each of them groping, violating, adding to the humiliation he felt while those two small twins ravaged him. They weren't content with just getting full of his cum. Once Kamili managed to wiggle his way off that dick, leaving it slapping down against that cum-painted gut, he sunk down to the base of the dragon's haunches. Even Rok's tail was held fast by those wriggling things, ensuring he couldn't defend himself from those curious twins. Kamili got down there first, followed by Keedee when she leapt up and came dashing down Rok's body, nearly wiping right out when she slipped in all the cum. Giggling at her own clumsiness, she soon joined her brother in playing with the dragon's tailhole. They rubbed, they groped, the massaged with their fingers and palms alike, and when that wasn't enough to satisfy the mischievous creatures, they started licking too.

That really made Rok snort, but that was the best he could do to show what he thought of that. Taking his cock was one thing. He was going to give that to them anyway. But now they were really starting to push his limits, starting to embarrass him. Not that his cock was any softer for it. He huffed to himself while they pushed their hands inside of him, playing with him, teasing him. Kamili even tried fucking him, though his cock wasn't exactly the most impressive for humping such a big dragon. Still, the gesture was enough to add to the domination, feeling those girly hips thrusting while Kee encouraged him, patting him on the butt, licking along the rim of the dragon's hole while that dick pushed in and out. He was ready to break free, to snap those binding things by sheer willpower just so he could tell them to knock it off, but he didn't manage before he felt the hot spurt of cum inside him. It had to have been the first time he'd ever been fucked by an anthro, even if it could barely feel it, and he was left struggling all the more, only to find the tendrils clamping down tighter than ever, even starting to dangerously choke him.

Before they could do anything more, a loud sound startled them and sent them jumping back from the dragon's form. Something was happening with the harness. It was shuddering, growing warmer, and with that change there came even more writhing touches from the many tendrils. The twins sat there on the grass, shielding their eyes to keep from being blinded by the strange, otherworldly flash that emitted from the harness. The necklace jumped up from where they'd stashed it, soaring past them all on its own as if magnetically attracted to the harness itself. When it sealed in place, it began to rumble, began to shine brighter than ever, an odd blue-grey light much like the one before emitting from the inscribed patterns in the middle. They soon knew what the antlers and the wings meant when they saw the figure emerging.

There came the elegant head of a stag, proud and stern, but what followed wasn't fully cervine. The beast had the bottom half of a bird, clad with silvery feathers and long and two scaled feet with long, curved talons. It strode into sight as if from the void, visibly escaping from that necklace and clomping down two solid hooves right before the twins. They flinched away from it, even if it wasn't the most threatening-looking creature they'd ever seen. That it was so utterly massive was reason enough to fear it, and they were left clinging to one another as they observed it looming above the captive dragon. Many more of those wriggling tendrils emerged from the bulk of the creature's body seemingly part of its own flesh. With them, it was able to tug the dragon along the ground, easily moving his hefty weight, showing just how potent it truly was. When it spoke, its voice was soft and feminine, despite the masculine appearance of its top half.

"Thank you, kind twins. Your bodies have served well. Let your minds return to you, in time. It was not you who brought him here to me, but it shall be you who observes what I intend to do with him."

Rokanoss was truly struggling then. While the stag-bird might not have been the most threatening creature to look upon at first glance, its shadow told another story. It seemed perfectly ordinary, but that was just the problem. Even in the moonlight, the deer-bird cast a perfect dark silhouette of herself on the grass. If she was truly the peryton she appeared to be, then that shadow betrayed her true nature. She was a consumer of flesh, a hunter and a predator, no matter how gentle she appeared to be. It was all an illusion, a deception, but that should have been obvious enough given those binding tendrils that kept Rok trapped there on the ground, unable to fight his way out of her grasp. His only hope was the twins themselves, but neither of them dared move. The hyenas stood transfixed by the sight of her, so easily disabling a whole dragon. If she could take him down, then she could have easily dealt with both of them, if they tried to run for help.

They were far too dazed to think of that anyway. Just what were they doing out there? Their bodies tingled with the physical memories of their recent orgasms. Their bellies still sloshed with dragon cum. But other than that, it was all a void, a blank spot in their minds. They couldn't help but feel guilt rising in their chests, even so. Whatever they had done, Rokanoss' current situation was all their fault. They held each other, fearfully observing as the peryton turned her tailfeathers to the dragon's face, looking directly at the twins as if turning them to stone with her gaze. She might as well have been, for how intensely still they were standing, barely even breathing while they watched her sit her haunches down atop the dragon's face. That meant introducing her to the sleek bits hidden beneath her feathers, smothering down until she had her warm pussy resting against his snout. At least she wasn't hurting him, they thought, watching her grind and sway, pressing down, slipping and sliding, smearing him with her juices and a uniquely enticing scent.

"I will take this dragon for myself," she told them, still maintaining that falsely tender tone. "And it is all thanks to you."

That only made them feel worse about what they had done. This wasn't their kind of prank. They'd never do something to embarrass someone like that. For once, they were completely silent, both of them with their eyes wide as the peryton rubbed her wet cunt all over Rok's face, tugging at those bindings around his neck to ensure . At first it seemed a bit of domination, harmless, if still entirely their fault. But she kept grinding, kept pressing down, completely enveloping Rokanoss in her downy warmth and softness, lifting those tailfeathers high as she worked. Firmer, deeper, wetter. They could hear the slow schlick of those lips spreading around the dragon's muzzle. She sat down upon him as if nestled over an egg, juices dribbling down his muzzle as she slipped him ever so gradually inside her body. A little bit, then a little bit more, expanding that plump pussy, sending him snout-deep in feathery sex while pulling all his limbs taut to ensure he couldn't even struggle right. For all his power, he was as helpless beneath her as they might have been.

"Ahhh ... I feel him slipping into my body now. It may take some time, but I will claim him, all to myself."

Her words were more firm by then. She spread her wings out to their full majestic length, then curled them down on her back as she weighed her haunches down to start taking in Rok's entire head. They saw the shape of it pushing out in the peryton's belly, slipping past her soaking lips, delving into her juices, her scent, her flavour. Those tendrils released the dragon's jaws just in time for him to get a big, startled MMMF out as he pushed past the surprisingly light resistant and entered her womb. It clamped up around him with such force as to almost crush him right there, softened only by the squishy walls that squeezed his skull taut. There was no room for protesting, for roaring or growling out. He simply had to endure the whole process as she slipped down along his neck like he was nothing more than a living dildo. His scales were plenty stimulating, but that gave her no pause at all. Only when she hit his shoulders did she halt in the process of consuming him for a short while. Surely that must have been the end of her ravenousness. The twins waited, biting their lips like mirrors of one another, hoping it was all over, all a tease, they hadn't really condemned their friend to that squelching fate ...

All it really took was a slight adjustment, and the peryton was stretching herself out around the dragon's shoulders like it was no trouble. She was frightfully elastic, though she wasn't silent anymore. The sloppy sounds of stuffing an entire dragon into her cunt mixed well with the bleats and birdsong that came from her deer mouth as the pleasure overtook her as she slished her way down over his chest, pulling his forelegs up with those tendrils and stuffing them inside her along with the bulk of his body. Her belly got heavier and heavier, rounding out with the clear outline of Rok's shocked face, but she was unstoppable. Her pussy clamped and gripped and even seemed to gulp while she took him in beneath the tailfeathers, gobbling him up scale by scale, leaving him half-vanished inside her body. She gushed with pleasure as she slipped down towards his cock, growing so hefty she looked like she ought to have been immobile. Yet no matter how far her belly stretched, she never expressed any sort of discomfort. Her songs were soft and musical, her eyes were open and steadily fixed upon the twins who had brought her that fine meal. When she spoke to them, they flinched.

"Why do you cower from me, my children? You have proven your devotion. I would never hurt those who show themselves so loyal to me. Come." She spread her silvery wings out wide, glittering in the moonlight. "Take refuge by my side. I shall protect you from all the horrors of the world."

Neither of them wanted to be the one to move first. They squeezed each other's hand, and finally took a deep breath to step forth in unison. The sight was enough to make the peryton softly chuckle.

"Such a bond between you both. Hold onto that. It will give you power. Here, children. Beneath my wings you shall be sheltered."

They didn't let go of each other as they moved to where they'd been directed. The hybrid settled down on her side and took them to her flank, burying them beneath that feathery embrace as she let the last of the dragon slither up inside her. His cock popped within her, subjected to the same squeezy treatment as the rest of him, making him snort and groan with the overstimulation. It was enough to leave his tail thrashing once she released it from her grip, retracting those tendrils back into her body as if they'd never been there. All that was left was to slurp him away, the sucking, schlurping sound of a sopping wet avian pussy devouring a dragon whole enough to pierce the hyena's ears. It was dampened beneath the feathers as they clung to her, breathing in her calming scent, the panic of what they'd done simmering down to something in the back of their minds. She pushed it away just by holding them close as she finished off her meal. They couldn't feel bad as long as she was near.

With one last extended moan that transformed into a chirping, singing tune, she tucked Rokanoss fully away inside her womb. His wriggling tail vanished into those juice-slathered lips, leaving behind a river of lust that flowed from beneath her tailfeathers. Those pussy lips sealed up as taut as they had begun as soon as she was done eating him, clamping shut to serve as the gates to Rok's new prison. He felt her insides hugging up around his every single inch, ensuring the shape of him in her stretched belly was distinct down to the scales. It was difficult to get a full breath with so much pressure on his chest, even through all that armour, keeping him puffing and drawing shallow gulps of air that were richly tinged with her arousing scent. No matter how confined he might have been, breathing her essence ensured he stayed hard, stayed horny for her, helping to distract him from the panic of being consumed whole like that.

The peryton sighed deep as she held her servants to her body, letting them feel the bulge of their friend faintly gurgling as the strange digestive process started in earnest. It wasn't an acidic attack, but more just a slow, juicy kneading that simply seemed to transform Rokanoss' body little by little every time those walls squeezed down on his form. Not even his thick scales could fully protect him. They were loosened from his body little by little, softened and smoothed over until they felt more like a leathery hide than proper dragon skin. He sank ever so slowly down into the thick fluids that he had become, sloshing her womb full as he gradually succumbed to her lustful appetite. It felt to him like sinking down beneath the surface of some hot springs. If it was warm in there even for a dragon, then it must have been blazing for anyone else. It lured him into a vulnerable sleepy state, one that spread to the hyenas as they cuddled one another and held on to their new goddess.

"It is over now, my darlings," she told them. "There is nothing to be afraid of. Stay here with me until he is gone, and I shall give you your reward."

Finally, Keedee was brave enough to speak up, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Can we ... can I ask your name, goddess?"

Kamili gave his sister a disbelieving look, but the peryton didn't mind at all. They could hear the smile in her voice.

"I do not mind you asking, but I have no answer for you. I have always been here, in this forest. The trees are every bit a part of me as are each of my feathers. I am your goddess now. That is all you need to know." She patted them with her wing. "Rest now. I will surely be done with him by morning."

Those words were filled with grim implications, but she spoke them as if they were the most mundane of things to say. Sighing and snuggling,the hyena twins held on tight to their mistress, their goddess, trying not to think too much about the steady churning that was going on just through the thin layer of the peryton's skin. Rokanoss was not easy to digest, but her body was unrelenting, squeezing constantly around him, aggressively compressing even as she grew snoozy and relaxed with her servants pressed against her flank. Her cooling presence was perfect for falling asleep, and the steady rumble from within her served as the right background noise to ensure nothing awoke them.

They certainly weren't rescuing him, Rokanoss realized. Nor was anyone coming to help. He was just going to have to fight off that tingling, soothing digestive feeling for as long as his body possibly could, in hopes that she might eventually give up on trying to melt him down. By the fluids cascading down from her cunt, overflowing from her stuffed womb, he was already too late. Some of him had been claimed, converted, and turned to nothing more than peryton pussy juice.

That steady massage pressed deeper and deeper into his muscles, getting past his scales, kneading him soothing him, tempting him to simply submit and relax. He felt himself falling deeper and deeper beneath the surface, beneath the waves of sleepy feelings washing over him. What was there to fear? It was all washed away by the warmth of her insides, by her sleek, welcoming womb. Maybe he could just close his eyes for a little while, take a short nap inside her and all would be well when he woke up.

The twins felt that shift from struggling to slowly slumping, giving in to her embrace as the churning noises ramped up all the more intensely, mostly indistinguishable from the sounds of a stomach working overtime. The peryton melted and absorbed him, claiming some of him for her own body while the rest simply became those sexual fluids that flowed thick from beneath her tailfeathers, ensuring the twins were left constantly marinating in her lustful scent all throughout the night. They slipped off to slumber under her care, all their worries pushed away by her comforting touch, letting her digest their friend within her womb in peace as the moonlight gave way to a fresh autumn's day.

Only when Rokanoss was completely melted away did she stir from that restful state. It wasn't clear if she'd been sleeping or not. The twins woke up together, looking to her from beneath her wing as she rose to her feet. That left them sprawled out on the grass, yawning, stretching, smacking their lips, their memories hazy once more. They'd done something ... but it wasn't clear. They only knew their new goddess, her scent, her taste, her comforting touch. Watching her move, they soon felt her shadow falling over them both as she raised her tailfeathers high and let them have a good look at the pussy that had claimed their friend.

It was drenched, puffing, swollen with desire as she lowered it down to overtake them both. That meant squishing them firmly to the ground beneath the weight her her clenching, twitching sex, leaving them wondering if they were next to be consumed. It was nothing like that. Instead, they found themselves doused in a drenching dose of all the dragon was anymore as she rubbed those slick lips against their entire bodies, turning them into spotty sponges for the sloshing, squirting juices ready to erupt from her.

"Yes. Oh yes," she softly said, permitting herself just a little bit of a moan as she rubbed herself off in their faces. "Let me paint you, bathe you, baptize you in my essence. Your dragon friend gave me his body for this moment. Savour in it while it lasts."

Grinding down on them so firmly she was rubbing them into the dirt, she bucked, she bounced, and she squished her pussy on both their faces at once. They were in danger of drowning in the mess pouring from inside her, and that was before she even came to a proper climax. They saw those lips quivering, trembling with pure pleasure. Her insides clenched, contradicted, rapidly pumped until she hit that peak that brought the most birdish sounds from her mouth, along with a deerish bleat. A squeak, and screech, an extended mahhh, it all erupted from her at once as a torrent of her juices flooded the hyenas' senses, drenching the twins in her heavy feminine scent, in her warmth, her flavour. Plenty of it got in their mouths, running down their throats, clogging their nose, their ears. It got into their every pore, marking them with their goddess' pure, concentrated taste, her perfume, ensuring they'd never forget what they'd done for her. Left floating in a puddle of peryton pussy juice, they drooled, they panted, they gasped for air as she lifted her haunches up from above them. A faint fanning with her tailfeathers blew over their fur as she stretched her wings and offered them an approving nod.

"Kamili. Keedee. I will remember your names," she said, even if they'd never told her. "Keep my symbol close. Someday I will come calling again. You will know when it is time."

It was as much a promise as it was a threat, no matter how gently she delivered it. She was going to want more victims, and if they didn't find one that satisfied her, they would be next. That much was clear simply for the extended, doe-eyed look she gave them. They could hardly see, gasping to the surface as they splashed there in the puddle of former dragon, in the splattered femcum that had been Rokanoss. Their forced betrayal wasn't even their fault, but it was still going to soak into their fur nonetheless, marking them with their sins, ensuring they could never forget what they'd done to him, even if they could barely remember the details. They watched the peryton take off into the sky, only to lose sight of her before she could get too far, vanishing into the forest, invisible to their eyes. The spirit, the guardian, whatever she was, had called to them long before they ever arrived in their camping spot. There was no reason to doubt she could find them again, no matter where they went.

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Chapter II

For xanderman1201

Featuring Mira

*Content Warning* (Check description)

"Miraaaaa ... someone will hear us ..."

Diantha's fussing didn't dissuade the black leopardess from smooching her all over as they snuggled up together in their own private tent. They might have had relative privacy, but there was no mistaking those distinct rumbles. And then soon after that, there came the obvious moans that escaped the squirrel's mouth as the amorous cat slipped her fingers down into those cute little panties and started toying with her clit. It wasn't like anyone would have been surprised to hear them getting intimate in the middle of the night. They'd been all over each other ever since they'd arrived at their campsite. But it might have been a little impolite to wake them up with the sounds of two horny ladies intensely licking, grinding, and fingering each other.

"So let them hear us," Mira rumbled, and then silenced her date with a deep smooch.

It might have looked a little forceful, especially when she wound up right on top of the smaller squirrel, weighing her down beneath those soft, silky curves. But they both knew how much Diantha loved that kind of thing. The big, predatory cat, with those fangs, those claws, those feisty growls and yowls alike that got her all worked up. Not to mention Mira had some years on her too. She was the more experienced one, so pleasantly rumbly to press up against, like sinking beneath a fluffy pillow. With teeth. Getting pinned by her like that was the kind of thing that made her more than just wet. She was drenched in seconds, her pussy quivering with desire as she rubbed her whole body against the panther's own. Judging by the heat between Mira's thighs, the big cat was every bit as horny as her. But before they could get down to it, Diantha had an idea.

"Mmmf, wait ..." she mumbled, pushing out of that kiss just so she could speak. "What if ..."

Even in the dark, she could see those violet eyes of Mira's lighting up with intrigue.

"What if?"

"What if ... we found a spot. Somewhere out where no one will hear us. We can do it in the moonlight ... "

"Mmmm. Mmm." That was the extent of Mira's response at first. Diantha could hear her licking her lips. "And I could be as loud as I want ..."

"Yeah ..." The thought of that got Diantha even more flustered than she already was. She felt it in her chest, and then down to her chest and belly too. It was almost strange. Magical. And Mira's sultry tone was only adding to that excitement.

"It could be ... dangerous, you know."

"Dangerous?" Diantha was a little ashamed of the squeak in her voice.

"Oh yes. What if there's monsters out there? You heard the stories." She grinned broadly, then shrugged. "Or more realistically, there might be some kind of wild animal. But I'll keep you safe, of course."

In a shaft of moonlight shining chalky through the tent, Diantha saw a flash of Mira's fangy expression, and she truly believed she couldn't have been safer with anyone else, out there in the wild. Mira had always been a wild one, so much more comfortable in the forest than among all the people in the busy city. If they somehow ended up lost, she probably could have guided them home by the stars. Though on the other hand, being all alone with that mischievous cat was almost like asking for trouble. Diantha could see that certain glimmer in the panther's eyes, and more obviously, could hear the barely suppressed giggle in her voice.

"Or what if ..." Mira began, her tone playfully conspiratorial. "What if the witch decides it's the perfect time for her revenge? I might even be her in disguise! I am a black cat, you know."

Diantha gave Mira's chest a little shove. "Dooon't. You're creeping me out. And that was ages ago! My parents weren't even born yet."

"You never know ..."

"Stoppp," the squirrel fussed. "Let's just go fuck in the forest already."

"You're right. Why are we wasting precious sex seconds?"

Diantha immediately realized what a silly idea it was when they stepped out together, mostly naked, hand in hand. It was the middle of an October night. Or maybe it was technically November now. Either way, she was going to need to keep close to that soft and silky cat if she wanted to stay warm. They trudged out side by side, navigating by the surprisingly generous moonlight that reflected upon the orange and yellow in the trees and covering the forest floor. They crunched beneath their paws as they worked, until eventually the two of them stumbled across the perfect bed of fallen leaves, and there they sprawled together, collapsing to the ground somewhere well out of earshot of the camp. Resuming where they left off was a simple matter of pressing their bodies together where they were warmest, and letting their hands roam freely about each other's curves. Groping, squeezing, moaning, and in Mira's case, deeply rumbling, they locked lips and started grinding, thrusting, rubbing up close until the friction was too much to bear with their undergarments in the way.

The squirrel whined as she set to work stripping herself from her bottoms in an almost frantic way. She needed them off immediately, and luckily Mira had the same idea. That meant they soon had their panties around their knees as they pressed their pussies together, meeting each other's lips in two ways at once, and just as slickly. That wet kiss grew wetter as they pushed tongues into one another's, rubbing back and forth, up and down, smoothly grinding or just playfully humping. Diantha was smothered in those purrs, pinned to the bed of crunchy leaves, looking up at the stars beyond the dark cloud of a leopardess as they pleasured one another in the chill autumn air. They always said the cold made everything taste better. Diantha soon found that included Mira herself, as she trailed her tongue down the panther's throat and got a scratchy slurp on the forehead in return.

"You always taste so good," Diantha fussed, slightly jealous.

"Says you. I could just eatcha up right now," Mira teased.

Di's rebuttal was to keep working her tongue over that velvety body. She simply had to lick Mira everywhere. The cat was happy to accommodate by flopping onto her back, sprawling herself out for the squirrel to have full access to every dark-furred curve. From her neck to her chest, and over each and every one of her breasts, she set to savouring the taste of that soft-furred cat. That they'd been marching and travelling together all day just meant Mira was all the tastier, tantalizing Di's tongue as she slathered and soaked in the delight of her partner. She never wanted to let that big cat go. It felt so good just to be near her, touching her, listening to those motorcycle rumbles. They could hardly be called purrs anymore when they were so potent, so deeply resonant, but whatever they were, Diantha was delighted to keep the kitty's motor running. She pressed her ear against the cat's tits, squishing her head between them just to listen for a time. That thumping heart, that steady rrrrr, it was all the sound of a pleased feline. And it got even louder once she started savouring those breasts with some deft licks and even a few playful nibbles.

Her flat teeth were plenty stimulating as she worked them around that tender breastflesh, eventually working her way to Mira's perked nips. Latching on, she gave a few firm sucks, really bringing out the yowly moans from the big cat. But she knew she could do better. Sinking down, she slipped from those tits instead to Mira's belly, kneading over the plush shape of her middle, and the bit of pudge she carried there. She'd hardly have called Mira chubby, but she was certainly soft above all else. That was just a stop along the way to her true destination. Once she got her head between the panther's thighs, she knew she was exactly where she needed to be. Kissing the kitty's pussy, she smothered herself in those glistening lips, letting those juices slather up her face, cling to her features, imbue her with the scent and taste of that lovely cat. Then it was time to push her tongue inside, and revel in the shrill feline shriek that escaped the black cat's throat as the pleasure flooded through her body. Though Di should have known that Mira wasn't going to just take it lying down.

The sudden clamp of those thick thighs was truly powerful, locking the squirrel's whole head in place and keeping her smothered nearly to breathlessness in that perfectly soaked pussy. Sniffing deep of that horny scent, Di found herself a whole lot more immersed when the big cat squeezed her and flipped her over like she was performing some sort of wrestling move. The squirrel was disoriented and then pinned, helplessly squished down beneath that feast-worthy cunt, feeling her tongue jamming up inside the feline. It remained trapped there by Mira's pleasured clenches, kneaded as those juices rained down around the squirrel's muzzle, trickling along her features at first, drenching her soon after. She could hardly breathe anything that wasn't pure velvety pantheress, staying there, clasping Mira's thighs, licking her inside and out while that greedy cat got herself settled right in sitting on the squirrel's face. Di would have been delighted to eat her out all night long, bathing in the scent and taste of horny feline, if she didn't have to actually breathe oxygen to survive.

She was determined to get that cat off before she ran out of air. Pressing deep, Di curled her tongue and set to plunging and fucking it back and forth, devouring the juices that poured into her open mouth. She was guzzling Mira's essence while the pantheress writhed and moaned atop her face, grinding down, rubbing her clit against the squirrel's nose, making an utter mess of her features. The steady squelching of drool-laden tongue meeting wet pussy rang out into the forest, though Mira's voice drowned it all out. She was getting feisty, breaking out those piercing, heated screams that always sounded just a tiny bit terrifying. Even muffled beneath that noisy pussy, Di could still feel them assaulting her ears, but she didn't mind. That just meant she was doing a good job, and she kept going, kept diligently tonguefucking the pretty kitty even as her jaw grew sore and her lungs began to ache. She could feel the heat rising where Mira remained mounted on her face, felt those inner clenches signifying that something was building deep inside the slowly bouncing cat as she rode the squirrel's face as she might a bull. Di could only cling to those spotty thighs and do her best to stay on target as she slipped her tongue in and out, making sure to taste every single corner of the feline's lust-slick depths.

The pressure came to a peak and then released with a mix of roar and yowl. It was at the same time shrill as it was deeply thunderous. That massive sound moved like a storm through the forest as Mira squirted there atop Diantha's face. The squirrel heard Mira's climax. The splsssh of juices rolled down her face, getting in her mouth, her nose, splattering down her chin, even reaching her chest. She was marked and marinated in the fragrant mess, swimming in the big cat's scene, painted with a coating of pure, fresh pantheress lust as she laid back with a steamy sigh between Mira's thighs. The feline almost forgot to pull herself off for a moment, savouring in the moment before rolling over on her side, flopping into the leaves with a silly thunk as she sprawled out beside the squirrel. Then there were those rumbles again, projected outwards as she leaned in to lick the mess off Di's face. That rough tongue was almost too much for the squirrel to take, scraping along her skin like that, but all she could think about was catching her breath for a while. That marathon of pussy-eating had left her a little light-headed, but she knew it was worth it. Though she wished she could shake that weird feeling in her chest.

It started as nothing more than a strange tingle beneath her skin, like an itch that was impossible to scratch. Soon it spread out to her limbs, making them twitch in odd ways, the muscles moving without her input. Her fingers wanted to curl into crooks, like they were claws, and her jaw was starting to ache. It definitely wasn't a result of their little escapade. Mira had been much rougher with her in the past, without causing any lasting harm. She was a feisty cat when she was in the mood, and a little facesitting was usually only the beginning for them. Di reached up to rub her head, trying to blink away the sudden pounding ache forming in her temples, but nothing could suppress it. Was there something wrong with their little campfire meal? It would have been terribly embarrassing to end their romantic date beneath the moonlight early on account of a bit of food poisoning. Soon, she sat up sharply, shaking her head, clenching her jaw, and breathing even more heavily than when she first emerged from between Mira's thighs. The pantheress looked at her with an expression of concern.

"Oh ... are you okay? I didn't stay too long did I?"

"Urrrgh ..." came Diantha's groan, sounding almost zombie-like. She barely recognized her own voice.

"Are you sick? You really don't look well, Di. We can stop, if you need to."

There was nothing in the world Diantha wanted more than to keep going, for as long as their bodies could, but the feeling was getting worse. She was so very warm, all over, left grasping at her fur as if to tear it out just to cool down in the slightest. It was unbearable, searing, making her tense up her shoulders as her head fell into her hands. Then there came some sort of strange gurgling sound from her throat, a choking gasp, a violent shudder. Seeing that, Mira soon rose right up to her feet, patting the squirrel on the shoulder.

"I don't ... I'm going to get help! Somebody at camp has to know what's going on! Just hang on ... I'll be as quick as I can!"

With one last look, the pantheress departed from their meeting spot at full speed, leaving the squirrel writhing with some sort of strange fit. Di felt her joints popping, feeling as if she were dislocating her shoulders as she clawed at her burning chest. Her teeth felt as if they were being pulled out of her mouth, and her eyes blazed and watered as the light around her seemed to amplify to the point it seemed almost like day. She couldn't think straight. Words started to fade from her mind, no longer having any meaning, replaced instead by impulses, by wild urges that she couldn't explain. She could only follow them. Rising up to her feet, she felt power rippling through her body that had not been there moments ago. She was getting stronger, bigger, broader. From a slim and feminine squirrel girl, she was changing into something different, something much more imposing, something that drooled with feral lust as she fell to all fours beneath the moonlight. The power coursed through her limbs, padding them out with muscle, with strength she'd never had before. An animal had taken her over from within, and anything that still resembled her old self was simply along for the ride. And it felt good.

Bouncing up with a thrashing snarl, the monstrous form of the muscular were-squirrel lurched through the trees in pursuit of the scent that trailed from the naked pantheress. The chase excited her in ways she'd never felt before, revealing the full extent of the change. She was in no state to question it. Where she'd had a soft, wet pussy mere moments ago, she now had a pair of jiggling balls and a heavy, swelling sheath. Her cock pushed forth from within with every bounding step, sprinting off in the direction her nose took her, letting that feral lust control her. That fat cock thumped against her belly as she ran along on all fours to chase down her prey. She needed Mira. There were so many things she wanted to do to that soft cat. And if she was going to catch up before the panther got back to camp, she was going to have to go even faster. So up she went, easily scaling those ancient oaks to leap from branch to branch, the wind whistling past her face as she made the most of her squirrel nature, continuing the hunt from the treetops until she spotted those naked curves crashing through the brush just in front of her. Mira was going to have no idea what hit her.

Though her mind was mostly gone, there was enough sense left in Diantha's head to know that she was going to have to cut the pantheress off to keep her from alerting someone who might interfere. Lunging through the trees, she gained some ground on the fleeing cat and then simply let herself descend in all her altered glory right in front of her. Landing on the forest floor with a solid thunk, she rose up, hunched but still so much taller than before, flashing her new fangs. She hardly looked anything like herself, but Mira recognized her easily enough. What other explanation could there have been for a were-squirrel chasing her down in the middle of a supposedly cursed forest? There were no other squirrels out there, at least not any people. She had a look at the transformed monster before her, and her first reaction was to foolishly reach out with sympathy.

"Di? Is that ... that must be you. I was just joking about ... I didn't think ..."

Before Mira could touch her, Diantha went ahead and batted that hand away, snapping her teeth in the panther's face with a small spatter of spit. There was just enough of a mind left inside the were-squirrel to speak a single word. Though whether it was a warning, or something she said to prolong her fun wasn't entirely clear.

"Run."

Mira hesitated, stepping back from the drooling beast, her eyes straying to that solid, thumping cock between Di's thickened thighs. The lust was making the beast's body heave and shudder, claws and teeth on full display, guttural rumbles to rival the panther's own deepest sounds projecting her vicious intent. Finally, the cat accepted that she needed to get away from her partner. Even if it was still her inside her somewhere, she had no choice but to flee from her cursed lover in hopes that she could somehow escape. It would have been a lot safer to sprint back towards the camp, but Di's bulk was effectively blocking the way. She had no choice but to sprint off deeper into the unmapped forest, charging through into the unknown fully naked, and still more than a little turned on. Her scent was going to make her easy to track. Diantha gave her a few minutes, knowing the hunt would be more satisfying if Mira at least thought she had a chance of getting away unscathed.

Once the pantheress had gained some distance, Diantha took to the chase once more. The feeling invigorated her. She knew this time was for real. There were no more headstarts, no more warnings. Mira knew exactly what was coming for her, but she had no idea how far Di would really go. The squirrel's cock throbbed up against her belly as she dropped down to all fours once more, raising her fluffy tail and taking off. The thump of that dick against her underside went along with her crashing footsteps as she sprinted off at terrifying speed, feeling the wind in her face, the scent thick in her nose. That soft kitty was going to be all hers, and just thinking about all the things she was going to do to that curvy body helped ensure she was smearing the juices of her lust across her middle as she ran. It felt good to have a fat dick, and she needed to plunge it deep inside someone if the curse was ever going to break. And it didn't take her long to catch up to the cat, her eyes tracking her shapely silhouette even in the dark. Her black fur couldn't hide her.

She was inches away, breathing down the panther's neck, but Mira still ran on. Diantha let that moment linger for a little while, just to savour in it. Her prey knew she was caught, running ragged and exhausted but refusing to stop and give up. A soft cat like Mira was not exactly built for long distances, or much running at all to be honest, and she was puffing hard, drooping, slowing as the relentless predator pursued her. Only when she was bored of the chase did Di finally lunge forth and pounce the cat to the ground. They tumbled together through the fallen leaves, rolling in the grass and dirt, and finally, Diantha was on top. She revelled in her heightened strength. Gone was the playful dominance of the pantheress. Now it was the squirrel's turn to be in charge, and she grasped the black cat by the shoulders, shoving her down, overpowering her with ease, and then pinned her. Di was so much bigger with the transformation. Once she was on top, Mira couldn't move. She was helpless to stop the were-beast from having her way with her. No amount of squirming could make Di stop humping, grinding, thrusting against the feline's body, claiming her with every sloppy slide of that pulsing cock against that silky fur.

"Di ... Di stop ... you're way too big ... there's no way ..."

Mira's pleas weren't going to do anything to dissuade Diantha from taking what she needed. She hardly even understood words anymore. To keep the panther from saying anything else, she seized her by the throat, tempted to just choke her out right there. It probably would have felt good. But she wanted the cat to stay warm while she fucked her. Fearful or not, Mira was every bit as wet as she'd been when they were together in their leaf pile. It was a good thing, too. She was going to need to stay slippery and lubricated for that monster cock jabbing up between her thighs. Di let instinct guide her, acting as if she'd done this a dozen times before. Her hips moved as if directed by some outside force, possessed by feral lust, and she found her mark in time. Even strangled by the squirrel's grip, Mira still managed to squeak out some vague yowly sounds as she werebeast penetrated her. Di didn't bother being gentle. She forced her cock inside as quickly as she could, fucking back and forth to loosen the kitty up, bulging her with the shape of that massive endowment as she sank as deeply as she could. The feeling of tapping her nuts against a warm, squirming, clenching cat was enough to make her drool on Mira's face like a dog, snorting and snarling as she arched her back, lifted her tail, and put her strength into rutting that pussy numb.

"Ahhh, god ... you're gonna ... kill me with that ... thing ..." came Mira's choked complaint, delivered between those beastly thrusts.

The steady thud of the squirrel's monstrous body slamming down against that spotty cushion quickly overtook the sound of Mira's gasping. Eventually, Di just let her go, instead clutching her by the wrists to keep her pinned and spread out, exposed to the beast that was mercilessly fucking her. That meant letting her scream out, but Di didn't mind. Not in that state. Those shrieks and cries of shock weren't entirely in protest, either. She was pretty sure she heard some of those telltale yowls of pleasure slip in there. Of course she did. Mira was getting her pussy pumped deep by a fat slab of were-squirrel dick, shoving in and out at manic speed. Each deep thud came with a satisfying smack of plump nuts to her thighs, jamming that shaft up towards her womb, making her belly bulge. Watching all those curves jiggle as she slam-fucked that tender pussy was only making Di harder, making her drip that heated pre-spunk straight into Mira's womb, making her swell and snarl and lurch back and forth all the harder until she was dragging that cat back and forth across the ground with every thrust. It helped that the panther's cunt was clenching so powerfully around her every inch, keeping her deeply nestled inside. Di was going to force Mira to cum for her, no matter how terrified the kitty might have been.

That relentless thunk thunk thunk had Mira screeching, yowling, hissing even. And in time she was losing herself, her eyes going all misty, starting to roll back in her skull. Her jaw was slack, her tongue flopped over her lower lip, drooling. Di wasn't sure if she was fucking Mira senseless, or to death. She wouldn't have stopped either way. Clutching Mira by the chin, squishing her cheeks in that harsh grip, Di leaned right down into her face and puffed some hot breaths over her features, testing for a response. She fucked that cat stupid with all her feral might, pouring out all the aggression of a wild animal into that poor pinned feline. There was no artistry to it. No pleasuring her, no making love. She was mating that panther like a beast, repeating the very same motion over and over, driving in between those juicy thighs until she finally felt the pressure building to a boiling point. So this was what it felt like to cum like a male. The pent-up tension exploded forth all at once, surging hotly through her cock, making her balls squeeze up tight in a way that almost startled her. She proclaimed her conquering of Mira's body with a haunting howl, sending the monstrous sound echoing out into the cursed woods as she exploded between the panther's thighs. Even acting on instinct, she had to be amazed at just how much she could put out at once.

They huffed and drooled together beneath the moonlight as the werebeast filled her girlfriend up with cum. That rich, hot seed flooded Mira's womb in seconds, sending a backblast torrenting from her pussy, loudly squelching onto the squirrel's belly and thighs and everything in between. She painted the both of them with the overflowing mess while she stretched Mira's middle out with the sheer engorging load of her seed, leaving her sloshing, bloated, broken. There wasn't a single thought left on her glazed-over features. Di wasn't even sure if she was still conscious. She left her twitching cock sheathed inside the pantheress, feeling her intense clenching slowing to a steady kneading. If Mira had squirted for her in the middle of all that mess, Di didn't notice. It didn't matter. She stirred her seed around for a while, just letting it simmer inside the feline's stretched womb, but it wasn't long before another urge struck the werebeast. Looking down at the shattered cat, Diantha soon couldn't stave off the growing gurgle in her gut, the deep, intense hunger that rose up into her throat just to sniff of Mira's scent. The drool raining down upon the panther's face was soon more than a trickle. It was a downpour.

That was enough to rouse Mira from her stunned state, shaking her head and blinking away some of the moisture that had fallen near her eyes. She stared up at the squirrel, only to be met by another throaty snarl. The sound blew past her face, blowing her hair and ears back, nearly deafening her. Di couldn't resist it. Instinct told her she needed to do more to claim that cat for her own. Fucking her wasn't enough. She needed to make sure no one else could ever have her. She needed to taste, to feed, to consume. Gone was her care and affection for that feline. She wanted nothing more than to devour her. Snatching her by the shoulders, Di yanked the cat off her cock, provoking a sharp cry from Mira and a deep grunt from herself. Her jaws ran thick with saliva, her teeth glistening as she displayed them in a snarl, all clenched together, grinding in Mira's face. The pantheress just shook her head, stammering her way through breathless words that no longer had any meaning to the squirrel.

"You need to ... you need to calm down. I'm okay, but I can't do anymore, I'm gonna break ..."

Diantha refused to calm herself. Why should she ever go back? It felt so much better to be a beast than it ever did to be a regular squirrel. She could always have her way, and no one could stop her. Not even her girlfriend. Giving in to that hunger was an easy choice. All she had to do was open her jaws wide, letting Mira glimpse the void that awaited her, and then shove that precious kitty face between her teeth. The cat's startled cry soon became a muffled noise that barely competed with the messy schlurp of drooly mawflesh enveloping her features. Di's body knew exactly what to do. She shoved, she chomped, she gobbled and feasted, spit running down from her jaws as she stuffed them full of squirming leopard. That fur felt incredible gliding along her tongue, and she loved the sensation of Mira's gasps getting muffled by her throat. That squeezing gullet kneaded around the feline's pretty features, tugging her down, turning her head to a bulge in the squirrel's throat. How embarrassing that a deadly predator, a big cat like Mira, was going to get swallowed whole by a squirrel. Di wasn't stopping, no matter how much the panther kicked and struggled. She was stronger. She could have anything she wanted.

The image in Di's mind of the black cat squirming inside her stomach was motivation enough to feast upon Mira's body without bothering to savour any details along the way. There was no time. She needed that pantheress inside her as fast as possible, even if it meant practically choking her down. Di clutched her prey by the ankles, holding on tight to keep her from kicking too much, and used that grip to stuff Mira straight down her bulging throat. The outline of her curves was especially noticeable once her bust got squeezed up tight in that wetly kneading tunnel. The pantheress' tits looked lovely all wrapped up snug in the confines of a gullet, but such a treat didn't last long. Soon those shapes vanished down into Diantha's chest, descending towards her belly as it rumbled with raucous anticipation. She didn't just want to swallow Mira. She wanted to claim her, to destroy her, to steal away every single part of her body and make it hers. For good.

Slipping her tongue up between Mira's thighs, Di got a good taste of her own creampie as she stuffed her cheeks with that shapely ass. The taste of her cum was a slight surprise to her. It was so warm, so rich, so potent. Not like any she'd ever tasted before. It was better. Plenty of it squished out from that splattered cunt, hosing down their surroundings or just spilling over the squirrel's bust as she finished off her meal. Not much longer. A few more swallows, and she could finally relax. As much as werebeast possibly could. She slapped at those wiggling paws, forcing Mira down faster than her throat could squeeze her, jamming her between those sharpened teeth and into the waiting embrace of peristalsis. Digestion greeted the panther as soon as she splashed down into the sagging gut of the transformed predator. She made Di's stomach sag and sway back and forth, sloshing the churning contents all around, coating her bare fur and all her vulnerable places at once. One more gulp and she was finished, and the squirrel couldn't help but groan her delight to feel that curvy body fully descending into her own. It was enough to make her horny again.

With no one around to rut, she was just going to have to slump back against a tree and pleasure herself while she digested her meal alive. Mira was too exhausted to put up a proper panicked fight, but she still struggled plenty. Every thud of foot or elbow against the inside of Di's stomach just seemed to get it more agitated, more aggressive. It quickly overpowered the pantheress, churning up tightly and rolling her around in the tingling, sizzling juices that burned clear through her fur in seconds. Or so Diantha assumed. She wasn't paying much attention to the details, too busy hunching down and sucking her own cock while her girlfriend started to melt inside her. She felt those shocked twitches, heard those muffled cries and even shrieks, but none of it was enough to distract her from the task at hand. The taste of Mira's pussy on her dick just fuelled the squirrel further, keeping her plunging up and down that shaft in sloppy slurps while her belly loudly dealt with her living meal. Soon the steady glurrrns and sudden GLORPS were drowning out the sound of Mira's voice as the black cat faded, weakened, slumping down and melting to sludge there in the stomach of the were-squirrel, eaten alive and whole where no one would ever find her to rescue her. She wasn't going to last much longer in there.

The more Mira faded, the faster Di sucked. She deepthroated her entire dick without even the slightest choke, burying her nose in her own nuts as she savoured in the feeling of the cat dying inside her. There wasn't much more struggle in the feline but for those last few twitches. The screams felt silent all at once, from shrill to nothing as the acids took away her voice, and then there came those weakened spasms. They were nothing but the last impulses of those ruined muscles before they melted from her bones, ceasing with one long last enduring sigh. That was the final sign of life before the kitty submitted to death inside the squirrel's gut, and it was all Di needed. That surge of excitement, of pure indulgence to have snuffed her meal out with her own digestives was what sent her over the edge into another orgasm. She kept her throat open wide for the torrent of hot cream, letting it pour down into her inner core, flooding her gut along with the digested remains of Mira. All that slop was swiftly siphoning into Di's intestines, the digestive process working so much faster than any regular person's could have, but there was still something more to enjoy.

In her bestial state, Di didn't quite understand exactly what was going on. She just knew it felt good. Her cock flopped from her mouth along with a splurch of musky jizz, cascading down her tits and swollen belly just in time for the glow. Even through her fur, Diantha's middle lit up brightly with some sort of eerie greenish-blue energy. It was vibrant at first, seeming to ignite the forest around her, but her belly soon started churning again. She was flooded with a feeling of ecstasy even better than the cumshots she'd just experienced, left panting and growling in delight as she writhed there on the forest floor, absorbing that glowing something as her gut softened and flattened over, crushing the details from that ethereal outline of the pantheress' form. The existence of a soul was something Mira understood for those all-too-fleeting moments before that too was processed down, turned to nothing more than a thick, dull goo, drained of all its vitality and pulled down through the squirrel's digestive system right along with the rest of her. Her body, her soul, everything she'd been, or would ever be was getting absorbed into Diantha's curves, packing on the pudge and adding a jiggly paunch to the huffing were-squirrel's gut, fattening her up as she got squeezed on through those intestines. There was no coming back from that.

Every step of the process was pleasurable for Diantha. Processing the feline, fully digesting those panther curves into squirrel pudge was bliss, leaving her stretching those thickened legs out across the grass, curling her long-clawed toes into the dirt. She considered sucking herself off again, and her shaft twitched at the thought, but there was something else to take care of. Somehow her monstrous body had sent the black cat on the full trip through her digestive system all in the manner of minutes, and so it was time to rise up to her feet and squat at the base of that same tree she'd been using for a back rest. Lifting her fluffy squirrel tail nice and high to be sure she kept it out of the way, she lowered her ass down and started to clench. It took a few huffing grunts, but soon her ass stretched open, and she was disposing of all that remained of Mira. After a swift, gurgly journey through the were-squirrel's body, there was nothing left of her but heavy, thick logs of shit, traced with bits of bone and ruined fur. No one would have ever guessed it was the pretty kitty to stumble upon that growing mound. She was nothing more than a filthy afterthought to Diantha's meal. And it felt good to squeeze her out.

There was no straining, no struggle. She smoothly dumped the digested panther on the grass out there in the cursed woods, piling up everything her body couldn't use in the form of a steaming mountain of squirrel shit. Plenty of her remained upon Di's curves, jiggling and padding her out, but there was plenty more that didn't get used, that was nothing more than waste. It must have been dozens of pounds of the stuff thudding down atop the rest. That digested soul added a lot of heft to the dirty, humiliating finale. Mira's existence ended in the squirrel's gut, and the coiling mess below was all she'd ever be. Feeding the soil and the roots of the tree was the best she could hope for. A slight pause in the process had Diantha clenching her teeth for just a moment, flexing extra hard until something snapped, crushed down flat by the pressure, thunking down atop the rest in slightly recognizable form. That hollowed skull was cracked all over, missing most of its teeth, and packed with filth, but it was still the most recognizable part of Mira to survive the journey through Diantha's system.

Even once she finished shitting Mira out, Diantha didn't feel any different. She pissed on the pile, softening it, leaving the skull sinking down into the middle, hidden from sight. Not that it would have mattered. No one was going to find her. And all Diantha could think about was how good it felt. She wanted to feel that again. And again. There was nothing left inside her mind but for the feral instinct that compelled her to keep hunting, to keep feeding, to live for nothing but the rush of chasing, fucking, and devouring living prey. Her next move was to go stalking off in pursuit of her next meal, no matter how recently fed she'd been. She might not have known it, but she was enslaved to the hidden witch's will, cursed to stalk the woods forever, gobbling up anyone who dared set foot in that forbidden place. And all for something she'd never been part of, so many years ago. Maybe it wasn't exactly a punishment, for all the pleasure she took from the process. There wasn't enough left of her mind to decide whether she'd miss her former life anyway.

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Chapter III

_For Toshi120 _

Featuring Iniko

Xander jolted awake to the feeling of fingers locked tightly around his throat, choking the very life out of him. He kicked and struggled and tried to cry out, but that merciless grip silenced all sound. As reality came rushing back to replace the dark dream that overtook him there in his tent, he realized he was alone. The twins were gone. And the only person strangling him was himself. His own hands were wrapped up around his neck, and he sheepishly lowered them back down with a little gasp, feeling altogether a little embarrassed. His heart was still pounding, and there remained a strange, somewhat unpleasant tingling sensation in the back of his head, but he knew it was okay. There was nothing to fear but the nightmare, surely brought on by those spooky campfire stories. Yet then why did he still feel such a lingering sense of dread?

It was like something was watching him. But that was impossible, unless it could somehow see him right through the tent. He was concealed there in the dark, surely. Yet he still felt so exposed. Not just to sight, but to judgment. Ever since he first gasped awake, he was left with a terrible feeling of guilt, one that tightened his chest and made his heart all fluttery. But he didn't know why. Sure, he hadn't been perfect all his life, but he had never been especially selfish, and certainly not cruel. He was hardly a sinner. Yet he could feel the scornful gaze of something unseen, something that knew everything he'd ever done, every time he'd ever taken a shortcut, or done something a little indulgent, not thinking of the consequences. They were mostly such minor little things. He'd never wronged anyone seriously, yet he could not help but feel that he must have been so much worse than he thought. Justice was coming. He needed to get out of there.

Though he was hardly dressed and the night was chilly, he didn't bother to put anything else on before unzipping the tent and fumbling out into the darkness. He didn't see anyone else, or much of anything at all. The moon offered him some light, but he was still stumbling as he fled from the campsite, no matter how dangerous that might have been to leave it behind and venture into the unknown, alone. But for whatever pursued him. There was no sight of anyone, but he could feel the presence of something so much worse than common forest predators. Something was hunting him, driving him into an instinctual terror right along with that lingering sense of sinfulness, of damnation creeping closer with every moment. He'd been bad, perhaps in ways he didn't even fully remember. He must have been, to so infuriate that unseen being. He wondered what it could have possibly been. God? A demon? He never used to believe in any of that stuff, but now he was starting to wonder if he should have prayed, should have gone to church to absolve himself of ... whatever it was he'd done wrong. He still didn't know.

All he knew was the path ahead of him for as long as he beat his feet upon the grass. He left the campsite and his friends far behind, and caught himself wondering if perhaps that had been selfish of him too. That meant they were vulnerable to the monster to whatever it was that was after him. But that didn't seem likely. It was after him, specifically, and it wasn't letting up. His throat went dry as he felt that presence looming closer and closer, yet he couldn't see a thing when he looked behind him. He went from a steady stride to a run, dashing off through the trees and into a clearing strewn with broken branches. As far as he knew, they were out in the middle of nowhere, a place that was not owned or occupied by anyone. So it made no sense for there to be an old structure there, so far from everything. And he certainly didn't expect it to be a chapel.

It was certainly in a state of disrepair, but it might have been beautiful once. The walls had crumbled and the steeple had collapsed, but the rest was still standing, still a structure despite its decrepit state. Maybe he could find refuge there, if it was indeed a demon that pursued him. That seemed so silly to think of. This had to have been a nightmare within a nightmare. But that was no reason to let it get him. He dashed towards the massive doors of that crumbling church, and tugged them open with all his might. They creaked and groaned, resisting his efforts, forcing him to dig his heels in and struggle until there was finally enough room to slip inside. Closing the door behind him proved impossible, and so he was just going to have to hide out there, and wait. At least there was light in there, though that meant someone must have been there recently. There must have been a hundred candles flickering in all directions, set up all along the walls, drenching the ruined pews in eerie light. The moonlight shone in through the gaps in the stained glass. It was hardly a shelter, in a physical sense, but perhaps it had power beyond the obvious to keep the evil thing chasing him from catching up.

He waited, huddling in the candlelight, taking cover behind what remained of a pew. His eyes strayed to the ceiling a moment, finding himself overshadowed by a massive chandelier. Everything else was in a state of ruin or decay, but for some reason that still gleamed bright and golden, as if it had been recently polished. Its shadows were a spiderweb dancing upon the wall. Xander kept low to the ground, afraid to even breathe too much lest it give away his position. He could hear it out there at last. Something was approaching with a thunderous thumping sound. The tremors of its steps shook the entire building, rattling the windows, flickering the candles. He felt as if the whole building might crumble down around him at any moment. It was getting closer, like a demonic war drum beating for his blood, or maybe his soul. Thump, thump, thump. And then, just as it seemed to be right outside the partly-ajar door, it stopped.

Xander wasn't going to look. He refused. If he had to stay there all night, huddling in the rubble, he would. The silence persisted for a while, but he knew there was still something there. He could feel it. It moved without making a sound, waiting, waiting, biding its time to choose its plan of attack. Maybe his plan had worked. Maybe being within those holy walls, however crumbling they might have been, had repelled the demon. That must have been it. He was safe there as long as he never left that old building again. He was considering how he'd manage to slip out of there, or if he'd be safe come morning, right up to the moment he was blindsided by a massive, charging figure that burst straight through the wall just to grab him by the throat and slam him to the floor all in one single motion. Chunks of stone rained down around them as she held him there, pinning him with a single hand, leaving him scrambling and struggling in her grip.

He had never seen a sheep of such menace. She was a broad and heavy dark cloud of an ewe, glaring down at him with a letterbox gaze that radiated disdain. Her naked body was one of immensity and power, as well as considerable softness and curves. Powerful arms and shoulders balanced out with her enormous bust, her rounded belly, and even from the front he got a good sense of just how big her butt must have been with hips like that. He also got the immediate feeling that the big black sheep did not like him one bit, for reasons he couldn't fully understand. She was every bit as strong as she was massive, both unnaturally so, impossible wide and solid over every single aspect of her form. One of her thighs alone probably weighed more than his whole body. And there she was, scowling at him in silence, not quite choking the life out of him but letting him know how easily he could. A twinky little otter like him couldn't do a thing against such supernatural strength. Her eyes were a surprisingly pleasant shade of deep blue, but by the double set of curvy horns she sported, there was only one possible explanation for what she was.

"D-demon ...?" he gasped out as best he could. The word got an immediate vicious response.

"Wrong," she snarled, clenching her flat teeth. For a moment he saw a swell of bright white light in her eyes, the soothing blue vanishing and replaced by a blinding void. Then she was back to simply frowning at him, jabbing a finger of her free hand in his face. "And do not call me that again."

"Oh, okay, um ..."

He wasn't sure what else to say. Terror consumed him. Looking into her eyes, he felt so ashamed of himself, for reasons he couldn't possibly explain. It seemed very close to playing with fire, but he nonetheless decided he'd ask her some questions.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"I am Iniko. And I am here for you."

It couldn't have been right. That wicked black sheep was the angel, the one they had spoken of in hushed tones around the fire? Angels were supposed to be nice. Yet she was looming there, at him with what looked like pure hatred. Or at least disapproval. But maybe he somehow deserved it. The longer he endured her stare, the more he felt as if he must have done something terrible in the past and forgotten about it. What else could have earned the ire of a supposed holy being? Unless she was fallen, rejected from heaven for her harshness. That might have explained her reaction to being called a demon. He didn't have time to consider the theological implications of her presence for long. She was soon snatching his clothing away, making him grasp as her thick fingers caught hold of his little top and ripped it away, followed by those cute undies he'd been sleeping in. Fully exposed to her, he could only murmur.

"But I didn't -"

"You know what you did. You're mine now. That's how it works."

He wished he did. But by her tone, she was not the forgiving type. He was naked before her dark beauty, looking up over her form as she climbed atop him, closing her thighs around his hips. She weighed enough to easily crush him, but was at least merciful enough to only pin him. Her bulk eclipsed half his body, her rump pressing down on his hips and thighs and knees all at once. Folding her arms beneath her chest only made those plump black sheep tits press out all the larger, though that posture kept them from jiggling too much. Despite his fear of her, Xander couldn't resist his response when she started grinding on him. There was no ceremony about it, no warning. She simply pressed pussy down on his soft cock and started rubbing until she got the reaction she wanted. It didn't make her look any less unhappy with him, but she nodded at least. Grabbing him by the wrists, she stretched his arms out as far as they would go, turning him into a helpless little crucifix beneath him as she snorted in her face, that broad septum ring shaking with the force of the air puffing from her nostrils. She didn't have to say anything else. He knew what she wanted, and he had to admit ... he kind of wanted it too. Having sex with a fallen angel wasn't the kind of experience that came up often.

The corner of her mouth twitched when his boner pressed up between her thighs. It definitely wasn't a smile, more of a sneer at how fast he got turned on by just a little rough handling. That wasn't even fair. He was being obedient, giving her exactly what she wanted, and she still disapproved? There was probably no way he could really make her happy. Compared to her, he was so very tiny, not exactly offering the kind of girth that a ten-foot titan like her demanded. But she made do with it. Swirling her sex around the tip of his firm spire, she slathered it up in some impressively thick juices of desire before thumping down upon his entire length without warning. That was a whole lot of weight coming down on him at once, but her aim was thankfully true and he sank inside her all in a single motion, bottoming out with his balls tapping up against her pussy. The wet plap was enough to send a shiver of pleasure all through his body.

"Hmf. Feels good, doesn't it?" She said it as if she disapproved of his enjoyment. "You've always needed someone like me. No more say in your pleasure. Everything that happens to you will be my decision now."

Before he could respond, there came a tremendous thud of her hips and ass coming down on him, rattling him to the core, leaving his legs slightly numb already. That huge bouncing booty made for a hell of a slap against his comparatively tiny body, driving his cock into her so hard she almost stuffed his nuts inside her in the process. He could only recoil in shock and pleasure, letting out a breathless groan as he endured as best he could. She was so big, yet she had muscle. That meant working around his cock to massage it as she rode him brutally. It felt good enough to make him ignore the probably bruising that came from getting taken for a ride by a half-ton sheep. His body didn't break, but it was certainly battered by the brutality of her ride. She bucked, she thrust, she rolled her hips and drove him in and out with increasingly ruthless strokes, bringing out the wettest schlicks and schlurps as her juices flowed rich and thick down along his hips and crotch. The scent of her lust was sinfully enticing, decadent and even a little sweet beneath the earthiness. Though he could only sample it in short, shaky gasps as he watched her body wobble, tits swinging up and down as took him inside and squeezed him until he was ready to swell, to twitch, to drip and spurt some watery first shots of impending orgasm inside. He hadn't lasted long for certain, but how could he have when she was working him like that.

"Go ahead. Cum. It might be your last chance," she told him, flatly. At least she didn't sound as furious anymore, but he had to wonder what she meant by that.

Such considerations lasted mere moments before he was totally blanked out by the bliss of an orgasm he couldn't possibly push down any longer. His body wasn't capable of it. Iniko wasn't moving from atop him even as he shuddered and convulsed in climax, ensuring he stayed buried in her humid depths right up until the moment of release, and all through it. He gushed for her, shooting hard, over and over, spurt spurt spurt until he could barely stand it. Usually cumming didn't last so long, but his cock just kept clenching, keep squeezing out more cream while she pulled up tight around his every inch, milking his balls until they were starting to hurt a little. A faint, broken cry escaped his open mouth in the middle of it all, but he was mostly silent, his jaw agape, his eyes rolling back a moment as a silly expression of pure delight spread over him. No matter how mean and brutal Iniko might have been, it felt so good to cum inside of her. He kept going until his body finally seized up tight, leaving him drained and exhausted, panting, shaking, even drooling a touch as he did his best to catch his breath.

"See? You can have everything you ever wanted," she told him, her tone more cruel than comforting. "Let me show you what you deserve."

A slick squelch of pulling off his shaft before he was even ready was enough to make him whimper. He saw a little flash of anger in her eyes when he made that sound. That was reason enough to seal up his lips and make sure he didn't complain or ask any more questions. Whatever she wanted, he was just going to have to provide it. And it turned out in that moment, all she desired was a seat. He saw the darkness coming for him as she turned her ass around and lowered that monstrously thick rump down atop his face. A glimpse of her cute little fluffy tail was all he got before all was black. He found himself immersed in the heavy eclipse of her massive ass, shoving his head between her cheeks until they touched down on the floor beside his ears. He was wedged up in there, absolutely jammed tight between the cheeks of the big mean sheep's booty, immersed in her scent and her heat as she used him for a cushion. She was all he could breathe, bathing him in a personal scent of dark tea, incense, and a bit of sweat. He couldn't help but flood his lungs with a long, extended inhale through his nose, sniffing her beneath the tail as she sat firmly on his face and upper body alike.

Iniko didn't grind on him, didn't bounce or wiggle or anything that might have made things more intense. She just sat. That was plenty enough. He was buried beneath her bulk, pinned by her weight, squished down hard to the solid floor by her huge, soft rump. It was up to him to figure out what to do from there, because she wasn't moving. Pressing his hands against those great big black cheeks wasn't getting him anywhere. They were soft at first, but firm once he pushed hard enough, and she absolutely didn't budge, keeping his face shoved against her rim, smooching her hole whether he wanted to or not. Thankfully, he was fine with that, and decided to show her how obedient he could be with a good, deep kiss on that taut ring, taking her scent and slight musk while he made out with her ass, pressing out his tongue to sweep up and down, to taste her, to praise her and even worship her. Even smothered as he was, he could hear a little snort escape her, feel a little flex through her muscles. She must have liked that. He kept going.

While he licked her up and down between the cheeks, she tinkered with something he couldn't see. It made a little metallic rattle, and she took hold of his half-hard dick between two fingers to keep it in place for whatever was to come. She wasn't pleasuring him. Instead, she was just adjusting him into the right position so she could clamp something around his cock. It was a bit cold, at least in contrast to her warm, richly-scented body. He jolted in the middle of eating her ass, feeling his shaft confined by the grip of a harsh cage. Sniffing her and tasting her and pushing his tongue inside of her was making him horny again, but that chastity device kept him from fully firming up, confining him, constraining him. It didn't hurt, but it strained him in a way, left him gasping and groaning what little he could while shoved so tight between her cheeks. Maybe she'd let him free if he tended to her rump well enough. That was his only possible reprieve in such a helpless position.

"All that is yours will be mine. Shame there isn't much to take," she said, her tone grim as ever. "Serve me while I claim your cock for myself."

He didn't know quite what she meant by that, but he could only do what she said. He licked, he pleasured, he rubbed his face between her cheeks, he sniffed her, huffed hot air on her, and eventually pushed his tongue so deep inside her even his muzzle pressed past the resistance of that tight hole for a time. She simply waited, her arms folded, letting him try to impress her as she used him for a seat, not caring if his chest was starting to get tight and his head was starting to spin from the lack of air. All the while, he felt some sort of tingle in his shaft. It wasn't just the usual arousal. Something was happening to him. Maybe that cage was just loosening, because he felt himself swelling out with more room to move every few seconds. But that didn't seem right. And there were other feelings too, like an odd wetness between his thighs, and some internal clenching pressure of muscles he never even knew he had. It wasn't until that little cage clattered to the floor that he realized what had happened.

When she lifted her ass off of him, shoving at his shoulder to pry him out from between her cheeks, she left him gasping for air that wasn't pure sheep. Rolling over in the process of recovering, resting on his hands and knees let him notice just how much she'd changed about his body. A wobble of extra padding jiggled right before his eyes as he dipped his head down to heave for breath. What had been a flat chest was now a jiggling pair of plump otter tits. And his cock was gone, shrunk down to nothing, transformed into a tender, soaking pussy. Xander had become a girl, for the moment and maybe for good if it was Iniko's will. All she could think about was that blazing, intensely clenching need that burned between her thighs, the need to be fucked in a way she'd never felt before. The sheep loomed above, already rising up, but snatching the otter by the arm before she stood to haul her into the air, dangling and trembling, her body assaulted by a whole plethora of new sensations. Even the breeze between her thighs was enough to make her yelp and whimper. That little nub of a clit was a hundred times more sensitive than her cock had ever been.

As for her shaft, that belonged to Iniko now. The angel gripped her new dick with one hand, swinging that black, uncut piece like a club to smack against one of Xander's cheeks, leaving a smear of heavily-musky precum smeared across her pretty little features. A fat, veiny slab of a cock, it was decorated with a ladder of golden piercings that brushed along the otter's fur the sheep slathered up Xander's face with her scent. A grind of dick along her every feature ensured she wore a mask of sheep musk, her tongue flopping out as she fell into a deeply intoxicated, needy state. It was so much bigger than her own had ever been, and she felt compelled to kiss it, to worship it and lick the warm tastes from its every inch. Iniko tolerated that for a short time, staring intently down with those bright blue eyes of hers, gripping Xander by the hair. The otter hardly looked any different for the alterations. She'd been so girly before that such changes simply seemed like a natural progression, and now it meant that she had a nice soft pair of tits for the angel to rub her dick on, leaving them nice and marked, fur matted down, drops of thick juices dripping from her perked teats. Every touch was like the first time, and Xander couldn't stop herself from shoving her nose deep in the wool of Iniko's crotch, sniffing her, licking her, showing her the praise she deserved for being such a glorious being. But of course it wasn't going to satisfy her.

"Enough. No more acting on your own will. That's mine now too," Iniko told her, speaking especially sternly, even for her.

Xander wasn't sure where the chains even came from, but they soon had her. She heard them rattling as they seemingly descended from the ceiling, latching onto her ankles, onto her tail with tight shackles. Iniko set to restraining her prize without any sort of mercy or care for comfort. It was a good thing the otter was so flexible. Xander soon found herself strapped in tight to a taut, unyielding posture collar, one that kept her neck perfectly straight, kept her at firm attention to her new mistress at every moment. If she wished to whimper, she no longer had the mouth for it. Instead, her lips began to transform, tingling there upon her face as they took on the form of a soft, wet pussy. That left her every attempt at communicating replaced instead by the faint squelch of juicy cunt squeezing and clenching as if with lust. And that new orifice was ever so sensitive, drooling out a stream of juices as it blazed with the same kind of lust as that which sweltered between her thighs.

All she could do was pucker up, so to speak, her mouth-cunt fully exposed to the angel. She knew what was coming. And just to make it absolutely certain she couldn't defend herself in the slightest, Iniko pulled her arms back straight just to secure them in a binder, locking them together in a tightly-laced piece of bondage gear. Just how did an angel have any business knowing about so many different kinky trinkets? Xander found herself wondering that right up to the moment Iniko tugged on a loose chain, hauling the otter into the air like a piece of meat, leaving her suspended and dangling, swaying back and forth in front of that thick, stolen cock.

"This is what you always dreamt of, isn't it? You're nothing more than a set of holes for me. And I'm going to use you for as long as I want. If you're good enough, I'm going to keep you. Where no one will ever find you."

Xander was in no position to reply. Her mouth wasn't for speaking anymore, just for fucking. The sheep took hold of the otter's hair, then apparently decided that wasn't enough, clutching her tightly by the skull as she stepped right in front of her plaything's face, hooves clopping with every little step that came with adjusting her aim. Xander was stretched up into a C or maybe a G, arms bent back and legs curled up towards her rear by those taught shackles. Her mouth-pussy was open and her throat was straight, making for the perfect target as Iniko plunged straight down into the otter's gullet. Xander felt that roll of extra uncut skin rolling back as she got her mouth filled with sheep cock, swallowing it down without much trouble, feeling it bulging in her neck, making a firm outline.

Her tits swayed as she dangled there, shackled, chained, suspended, and clutched tight. Iniko pulled slowly back with a slow schiliiiick, leaving a mix of thick juices streaming down over the otter's chin. Then she gave an intimidating grunt, almost a snarl, and plunged back in again. Xander might as well have been a doll, a toy, just an object for the sheep to fuck, to pump full and pleasure herself with, thrusting so deep her balls slapped up against the otter's chin with a splash of spit and pre and sweat alike. Someone, she could still taste that fat dick as it jammed in and out of that tender cunt, leaving her with pleasure radiating through her jaw and tastebuds as she soaked in the concentrated essence of the angel's heady flavour.

At first she glurked and shuddered as she got her throat swabbed by Iniko's lusty black spire, but she adjusted soon enough. Maybe it was a little divine inspiration helping her along, ensuring she was ready to service the horny angel with every fibre of her altered being. The plaps echoing up with the monstrous mistress' every stroke resonated all throughout that ruined place, schlurking up extra lewdly to the point of excess. It was such a mess, squelching from Xander's transformed lips, mixed juices pouring out to dribble down Iniko's balls, pouring onto the floor, staining that old sacred place with their courtship. If it could be called that anymore. The otter's pretty little face slammed up between the sheep's enormous thighs, again and again, thudding to her wooly crotch as that cock stuffed her full and then schlicking back out on a sea of horny juices thicker than saliva could have ever been. Each stroke made for a splatter of warmth onto both their bodies. A river ran down her, streaming as far as Xander's tits before splashing down to form a growing puddle, and the only indications she was doing a good job were the rising snorts and grunts coming from that dark sheep. Iniko certainly wasn't the sort to offer praise.

Xander was enduring fine, even if she wasn't getting much proper air, but even she had to know she wasn't ready for the cumshot. She was going to have to be. Iniko fucked her face until her balls clenched. Xander felt the ripple of pressure all throughout that thick cock, bulging up some of the especially prominent veins, making the thick head flex and spurt. Then there came the tremors of release as Iniko jammed herself all the way inside her new pet, holding her tight, bottoming out in her mouth-cunt, stretching her throat out beneath the collar, letting her dick throb its way to eruption deep down in Xander's gullet. She felt the warmth explode inside of her, pouring down into her belly, leaving her stretched, sagging, sloshing all within a manner of a few sloppy seconds. Jizz poured freely from her mouth-pussy, and then when that wasn't adequate, from her nose too, leaving her drenched and flooded, wobbling, engorged, and overflowing. It poured from her open mouth once Iniko pulled out with a splurch and a pop, and the rest was a show across her features, coursing across her face, masking her in fresh sheep jizz. The position wasn't perfect to cum on her tits, but Iniko managed at least a little, leaving that steaming hot seed clinging to Xander's body, overpowering her senses, sinking deeply into her skin to leave a permanent mark of ownership.

All Xander could do for a response was to vaguely whimper and gasp, choking a bit. She drooled some of that excess cream out, at least for as long as she could. Even getting her regular mouth back didn't do her much good. She was left coughing and sputtering, every attempt at drawing a deep breath interrupted by another gargle of fresh spunk clogging up her throat. That made Iniko snort her disdain.

"Stop wasting it."

"But ..." Xander fussed between gargles. That was a mistake.

"Silence," came Iniko's booming voice. The candles flickered to complete darkness for a full second before twinkling back to life.

With that, Xander's ability to respond or complain any longer was gone. Her lips weren't just sealed. They were gone, along with the rest of her mouth, smoothed over as if never there. That kept all that cum inside, forcing her to swallow the rest or just slosh it around over her tongue before gulping it. She struggled in her bindings a bit, trying to touch her missing mouth, but it was hopeless. Her arms were bound and her ankles were locked in place. There was nothing she could do but be a good, quiet girl. A few vague mmfs escaped her as she struggled, but they didn't dissuade Iniko from striding around behind her on heavy hooves. Just feeling the heat of the angel's presence was making her pussy tingle in those strange new ways, her juices flowing thick and needy even if she was overwhelmed, even afraid of her new mistress. She hadn't exactly been gentle with Xander's mouth-cunt. How was she going to treat a freshly-transformed virgin otter pussy?

Xander got her answer. She could still clench her teeth with her mouth stolen away like that, so that was exactly what she did as she felt the sheep seize her by the hips, digging two thick thumbs into her asscheeks. That club of a pierced cock thumped up firm as ever, not softened in the slightest by that blowjob, no matter how many pints of pure cream she'd pumped out into the otter's swinging belly. A push of the tip against those delicate petals made Xander want to scream, but there was nothing but that near-silent sound, those wails of pleasure and shock sounding as if they were coming from a sealed tomb. She'd never felt anything like that before. She was so tender, so sensitive, and so desperately in need of a big fat dick deep inside her tight, clenching cunt. Every inch that Iniko sank inside her was a release of its own, a fire doused inside her by the pulsing presence of all that meat. It stretched her, it filled her, it claimed her pussy for Iniko's own, fucking her in a way no one had ever fucked her before. She was a bound and gagged virgin, practically speaking, dangling from the ceiling of a church, and as that great big brutal angel sank balls deep in her new sex, Xander could only feel she deserved every bit of what was happening. She must have done something to earn it, even if she still wasn't sure if she was being rewarded, or punished.

Those piercings rubbed along her tender places in all the best ways, adding just that much more pleasure to the process of getting fucked. Iniko did start slowly, at least. Though that was more just a matter of building momentum, slowly rocking her ass back and forth, using those mighty thighs to pump her pet full of sheep cock, full of that stolen girth that she'd drained away with her special little device. Or that was how she explained it anyway. It didn't matter. Xander was left silently crying out, her every attempt to scream kept muffled by that unnatural seal. She was bound, stretched taut, fully exposed. Her body was entirely the angel's to take and claim and pleasure herself with as if she were nothing more than a toy. Iniko used her for a sleeve, bulging her belly with the size of that dick sliding into her womb. Wasn't that supposed to hurt? Xander had never had her pussy fucked before of course, but she was pretty sure she should have been a lot more uncomfortable than she was. Maybe she was just numb to it by then, allowing the sheep to brutalize her soft little cunt with that fat, pumping dick, steadily rocking, thumping, ramming forth with a little more power every time, driving her to the brink of oblivion as pleasure made her eyes roll back and her brain fill with fog.

Xander was already reacting, already contracting in such sudden, overpowering ways. Her body was no longer under her own control. She felt muscles constrict that she didn't know existed up until that moment. Her insides massaged all around Iniko's cock with something like ferocity, clenching, milking, pleasuring her mistress while she endured that relentless fuck. Something washed over that made her simply scream a while, blazed with newfound pleasure that sparked up to a peak and came crashing back down. She was gushing, squirting juices out with every stroke of that pierced dick pushing up into her womb. Trembling, cumming for Iniko, she was left a weighting, dripping mess. Her eyes were watering with the ecstasy working through her. That and the heavy scent wafting from the scene, clinging to that old church and everything inside it. Especially Xander herself. She smelled like Iniko's cumrag, and she was only getting hotter as that brute of an angel fucked her stupid, driving all the fear and worry away with every solid whump of nuts to backside, taking that otter pussy from behind.

Her body just kept doing things that she didn't fully understand. She couldn't comprehend the true form of the pleasure coursing through her, left spiralling into the void as she swayed there, suspended and impaled, stuffed full of belly-bulging sheep cock, hugging it so tightly the veins were visible in her middle. Iniko stretched her, rutted her, ruined her, breaking her with that bitch-taming dick, ensuring she'd never want anyone else. Xander came for her mistress, squirting out again and again, orgasm blending into orgasm into mind-draining, though-melting ecstasy. It was like she was ascending to heaven, hanging there stuffed full of angel cock. She would have drooled if she was able. Instead, she could only scream Iniko's name internally as she finally got what her body craved with such ferocity. Thick, potent, nearly scorching cum erupted inside of her, the force of it producing a heavy SPLURCH on the first shot. Iniko vaguely grunted, maybe puffed a few hot breaths, but she never quite reached a full moan as she finished off that sloppy fuck between her pet's bound thighs. The gushing jets of angel cum overflowing from Xander's pussy ensured her was claimed inside and out, a splattering spray hosing down the inside of her thighs, her ass, and everything within a few feet of their shared climax.

Rattling in her chains, Xander remained locked in a silently screeching climax that simply would not cease. Her belly swelled as her womb filled up with Iniko's spunk, and the rest came splorching down as the angel's shaft slowly softened, the pressure eased, and the release trickled off. A flop from the otter's depths sent a waterfall of steaming cream pouring down onto the floor like a bucket being overturned, pouring out between Xander's open thighs. Iniko didn't get her down. Instead, she just reached around and pinched her on one of the ears. Xander didn't realize it at first, but the sheep had actually clipped something onto her, giving her a new piercing. It was an ear tag much like might have been found on common livestock, adorned not with a name, but a number. The meaning was clear enough. Xander belonged to Iniko now. Her friends, her life, none of it mattered. She was at the angel's service.

"You can have your mouth back when you're ready to put it to good use," Iniko thundered, her voice steady despite leaving Xander bloated and gurgling with those two fat cumshots, back to back.

Slowly lowering her back to the ground, Iniko stood over Xander for a time, considering. Then it was time to squat down over her sprawled form, roll her onto her side, and give those nipples a pinch. They were highly sensitive, even lightly leaking a track of milk from the simple squeeze, and soon they too had an adornment of their own each. The otter never saw the piercing until it was part of her, feeling those door-knockers locking into place with a chain between the both of them. Such a thing was perfect for tugging on, and that was exactly what Iniko did, dragging her new possession into the shadows by her tits. Harsh as it was, it was strangely pleasurable too. Iniko had come so very close to utterly destroying her, to tormenting and deeply harming her in the process of claiming her. But it had all felt so good. Xander liked to think that wasn't an accident. Somewhere, deep within that dark cloud of a fallen angel, there was something kind, something beautiful, and something well worth serving and worshipping. Forever.

***

Chapter IV

For Draconm

Featuring Sara

*Content Warning* (Check description)

Gwen would have slept soundly if it wasn't for the giggling. Her first instinct on jerking awake to the sound was to blame the hyena twins. They were always such a noisy pair that she wouldn't have been surprised if they could laugh in their dreams, but it didn't sound like them. That wasn't the unhinged cackling of a hyena, but just a girlish little sound that someone was trying to suppress. She was fairly certain it was coming from somewhere nearby, too. It struck her as strangely familiar, but she couldn't place it. More important in that moment was the sudden, instinctual feeling of being in danger, the driving, burning urge to abandon all reason and run for her life until her legs gave out from under her. There were eyes upon her in the dark. She was sure of it, and she knew the tent wasn't going to protect her. Mahiri was supposed to be there beside her, but she was alone there, just one bunny in the woods. Who knew what sort of dangers lurked among those dense trees?

She had to get out of there. Prey instincts were stronger than sense, and she didn't even bother trying to wake anyone else up. She just rushed to unzip that tent, and took off into the night in her panties, not caring how cold it might have been. She had to get out of there, as fast as her padding feet would take her. That little cotton tail of hers bounced up and down as she dashed off into the unknown, completely certain that something was hot at her heels in pursuit. Her life was at stake. Or at least that was what her instincts told her, and that was good enough to keep her in a panicked flight, sprinting, tearing through the brush, crashing through thinner branches and breaking them off with her body. That was an obvious trail for any hunter to follow, if her frightened scent wasn't enough already.

"Leave me ... leave me alone ..." she puffed into the night, mostly just murmuring it to herself because she was too scared to cry out and give herself away.

Instinct and adrenaline could only carry her so far, and eventually she found herself drooping. Her chest burned, her legs ached, and her body as a whole ached to the point it was begging her to slow down and give up. She hadn't heard her predator. When she finally couldn't bear to run any longer, she came to a halt in the middle of some particular thick trees, hoping the night might camouflage her from sight. The moon reflecting on her fur made her perilously visible. She was just going to have to hold as still as possible. Maybe their sight was based on movement. Whoever they were. Whatever they were. Huddling there, clinging to a tree to keep herself steady, fighting back to the urge to shiver as she gasped for breath as quietly as she could, she waited and wondered, her skin crawling with anticipation. She couldn't have been mistaken. There had to be something after her. Gradually raising her voice from a murmur to a scared whimper, she called out into the shadows.

"Is ... anybody there? Hello? Please don't let this be some dumb prank, it's not funny ..."

Her senses gave her nothing. There was no visible sight of the predator. They made no sound she could hear. And she couldn't even catch a proper scent. Eventually she had to gasp out loud, struggling to refill her lungs after that extended flight from danger. Maybe she'd made a mistake. Maybe there was really nothing. Or maybe she had actually managed to escape. Those were the only possibilities she could bring herself to believe. There was no way it was still after her. She would have surely heard it by now. The forest was filled with crunchy leaves, or small, easily snapped branches. Nothing was that silent, that stealthy. Yet no matter how much she told herself that, the feeling of danger, of a looming presence never went away. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her fingertips. The urge to just keel over and pass out was tempting, but she knew she had to stay vigilant.

Somehow, it knew exactly when she was at her most vulnerable. It wasn't until several minutes had passed, and Gwen finally slumped her shoulders with a sigh, content that she'd truly escaped or perhaps imagined the whole thing that the pursuer pounced. It was a driving, crashing, nearly crushing attack from the shadows. The raptoress sprang up from the dirt and shadows, naturally camouflage with their autumnal surroundings. She was a massive thing, lean but springy and powerful, throwing herself towards the bunny with the help of her long legs, and ever so thick thighs. Gwen didn't have a chance. She got hit in the chest and went right down to the ground, bowled over and left tumbling along with the scaly predator, rolling through the grass and leaves, left struggling, kicking, screaming out in confusion and a bit of pain. It wasn't until they stopped, leaving her pinned on her back, that she managed to get a good look at her attacker. Gwen recognized her.

"Sara? What are -"

That was as far as she got before that kindly raptoress showed her fangs, including the two that protruded from the rest up top, like a snake's. Those came down and dug right into the bunny's neck without so much as a warning, injecting her with something. She knew Sara was venomous, but she also knew that it didn't quite work like she might have expected. This was the first time she'd ever partook. It wasn't like the raptor had ever shown her any aggression, anything but a kind, gentle, giggly nature. The last thing she ever expected was to be hunted down in the middle of the forest and injected with some sort of dangerous toxin.

That venom did its work in seconds, spreading through her veins, bringing a slight tingle to her nerves followed by overall numbness. She wasn't quite paralyzed, but she couldn't move much aside from some general squirming. Reaching one hand up to push against the naked raptoress' chest, she soon felt the limb flopping back to the ground. She was helpless, and no matter how nice Sara had been to her before, she didn't like the look shining bright in the golden depths of the reptilian predator's eyes.

The dino's excitement over catching her prey manifested in the swishing of her heavy tail and the gnashing of her jaws. Gwen could see the saliva glistening there, dripping from her open mouth, snapping off in strands that stretched from her many deadly teeth. They were so shiny, so white, so well cared-for. And that meant each and every one of them was terribly sharp. Eventually, that worked up state came to a peak in the form of a gusty roar from the raptoress, projected right in the captive bunny's face. The sound blew past Gwen's features, knocking her hair and ears back. Roar might not have been quite the right word for it. It was more like a whining, gurgling hiss, all at once. That was still deafening enough, especially to Gwen's sensitive hearing. Her instincts were still screaming inside her, telling her how much danger she was in, how badly she needed to get away or somehow defend herself, but neither fight nor flight were functional while that venom did its work. Besides, Sara wouldn't really hurt her, would she? This was all just a bit of play. It had to be.

She got her answer, and it was a decisive one. Sara didn't hesitate, didn't warn Gwen about what she was about to do. By the aggressive, rumbly raptor sounds escaping her, she might not have even been capable of speech anymore. Gwen managed a faint cry, a raspy, weakened sound as those jaws stretched wide open, and then came down like a clamp around her shoulder. The raptor picked a spot that would make for the most gruesome of crunches as she crushed that bone in a single bite, digging her fangs deep into Gwen's flesh with a rush of spurting blood.

At least there didn't seem to be any pain. The injection of venom ensured that everything stayed relatively numb. She still felt her bones being crushed, felt the crackles and the splinters, felt the resonance running down her entire arm. Her fingers twitched and then clenched up into a tight fist before going numb. Crimson streamed heavily down from the wound as Sara withdrew her teeth and shot a bloody grin down at her prey. It wasn't a matter of teasing, exactly. She was just licking that tasty treat from every one of her fangs in turn, working that forked tongue to swipe up every single drop and swallow it down with a happy little hiss. Sara liked her first taste, and she was coming back for more.

Gwen was soon flooded with the endorphins that kept her from just passing out on the spot. Her Head was spinning, both with instinctual fear and the horror of what was happening to her, as well as simple shock. Was Sara really doing this to her? That big cute dino was really the sort to tear someone apart for pleasure? She always thought it was mean that anyone would be afraid of her, just for being big and scary-looking, but sometimes, appearances were anything but deceiving. She was every bit the raptoress she looked to be, judging by how hungrily she went for one of one of Gwen's meatier parts.

Diving down with a flash of teeth, she lunged for the bunny's thigh, digging deep into the flesh and muscle, burying her teeth into all that meat and latching on. A shake of her head, a yank, and she was tearing off a great big bloody chunk for her to chew on. She did that in earnest, munching, crunching, mashing up that piece of Gwen right there in front of the bunny's face. All Gwen could do was lie there, staring up and watching the dino crush that flesh to paste and swallow it down. The spurts of red rained down upon her all the while, staining fur and scales alike, painting them in the gore of the scene. Sara was far from full.

The speed at which she could strip the flesh from bone was truly astounding. Gwen might have even been impressed if she wasn't being eaten alive. She probably should have been bleeding more, but the venom seemed to keep her from dying too quickly. Her heart pumped on even as the raptoress ripped chunk after chunk off her left thigh bone, bathing in the resulting crimson. Her whole face wore a crimson mask, and plenty more poured down her bare breasts and her belly. The bunny meat was accumulating there as Sara licked the last shreds from the reddened bone, and continued her feast without a moment's hesitation, compelled by pure instinct and hunger alike.

She wanted that whole leg, and it was just a matter of crunching through the bone, licking the marrow from within before she just wrenched that entire let free. It was nothing but a gushing stub as Sara picked up her prize and began to gnaw it as if it were a cob of corn. Bits of flesh rained down upon Gwen's body as the ravenous raptor had her feast, polishing off that limb at startling speed, gnashing, ripping, tearing, devouring mouthful after mouthful of fresh, raw bunny meat and sending it down to her bloodstained belly with deep, wet gulps. This time, she permitted herself a contented sigh along with a little belch before licking her lips and springing at the bunny all over again. This time, she made good use of those curled, scythe-like toe-claws, latching them into Gwen's body just above her hips to keep her right in place for further ravaging and chomping. They hooked right through the bunny's flesh, puncturing out the other side, suppressing much of that weakened squirming. It was a wholly unnecessary precaution, but it ensured Sara didn't accidentally toss her prey away with the ferocity of her feasting.

Her belly was starting to fill out, audibly sloshing and aggressively gurgling while she rapidly digested the bits of bunny she'd already devoured. It worked far faster than any ordinary predator's. Sara wasn't exactly the usual sort of person, being the lab-grown hybrid that she was. That meant she was deadly, unstoppable, designed for the kill. And sometimes that persistent appetite got the better of her, driving her to such depraved, violent acts like this. Or maybe she just enjoyed how it felt. She still wasn't nearly done. Not with so much meat still squirming there, fresh, alive, stunned and helpless. That toxin kept Gwen from panicking too much, even while she watched those bloodstained jaws ripping into her once more. This time Sara came for one of those fine bunny breasts, latching on and briefly teasing it with her tongue while she sank her teeth into that fat and flesh. She pierced it, applying more and more pressure until it felt like it was going to pop, nuzzling her snout right down into the wound, inhaling blood right from the source. Gwen's heart pounded just beneath the bite, pumping out plenty of red to further stain the raptor's muzzle and maw.

When she'd chewed that tit enough, shredding it up and exposing the layers beneath the skin, Sara decided she wanted it for herself. That meant biting down hard enough to slice through all the fat and sinew, scraping her teeth against the bunny's ribs, and finally yanking back to stretch the flesh out to its breaking point. She bit that breast right off, leaving nothing but a gaping hole where it used to be. Gwen's heart was partly exposed to the outside world by the violent force of those jaws. She got pulled into the air briefly, only to flop back down when that mouthful of meat came free, leaving her with a roughly ripped wound on one side of her chest. It still wasn't enough to make her pass out.

She stayed conscious and plenty aware, feeling every touch but not the agony there should have been. Worse still was being totally unable to block out any of those terrible, messy sounds of chewing, gnashing, pulping up another vital piece of her. Sara took her time enjoying each bite, each swallow. Her prey wasn't going to die anytime soon, not with that venom in her veins, both mercifully blocking out the pain and cruelly extending her life just to be sure she could experience every single seconds of being pounced and eaten alive by a hungry raptoress.

The dino still wasn't saying anything, but a glimpse of her usual personality slipped through when she let out a small giggle, looking down at the glazed-over bunny. She wasn't really laughing at Gwen so much as she was just overcome with pleasure and excitement. All that restraint, all that holding back what she really was inside, and she finally got to let it come pouring out at once. Her ferocity was apparent, but so too was her more calculated destructive nature. This time, she didn't come forth with her teeth, but instead with one of her claws, curling a single finger to bring that pink-painted blade down on Gwen's belly. It was so sharp she barely even noticed it piercing through her flesh at first. The raptor sliced her open with surgical precision, opening up her belly with a single cut, letting all those precious, pumping organs feel the chill of the night air. It was a smorgasbord for her saurian appetite, and the only question was what she wanted to eat first.

That was a difficult enough question that she had to stop and consider, tapping that bloodstained claw beneath her chin. The only possible conclusion was to treat it like a buffet. From quietly playful right back to blazing with vicious intent, she dove into the bunny's open guts to shove her muzzle inside and start gnawing, chewing, munching and squishing through anything she could get her jaws around. There was nothing surgical about that messy extraction, as she shredded the bunny's innards with bite after juicy bite, yet somehow she managed to leave the most vital of organs intact to ensure her prey didn't stop squirming until she was completely done with her.

She left Gwen's guts hanging out of her belly, some of them shredded and severed, others just chewed up to the point they were unrecognizable. Gwen had already lost a kidney, and possibly her liver too. Her body was starting to shut down, as were her thoughts. There was no more horror at her situation. She was left dazed and overall ambivalent about it. This was simply something that was happening to her. Such were the rules of nature. Sara loomed, swaying back and forth, her tail wiggling as she considered her next plan of attack. There were still so many juicy parts of her Gwen left to sample. Her feast so far had of course been relatively inefficient, leaving plenty of meat on those bones, but it wasn't just about filling her belly. She had to enjoy herself too.

Scanning up and down the bunny's partly-ruined body, she licked along her lips, and used the forked tip of that bloodstained slurper to pick some meat from between her many teeth. The streams of red made her scales glisten, slowly sliding down her naked curves, coating her breasts, her belly, dripping all the way to her thighs. It wasn't immediately obvious, given she was already coated in the juices of her prey, but she was plenty turned on all throughout the process too, clenching with pleasure as she looked into her food's eyes. Oh yes, that was definitely next. She wanted that pretty face.

Gwen got her vision filled with the sight of the raptor's open jaws. That was likely to be the last thing she ever saw. Sara went for the face, clamping her teeth down on either side, jabbing into Gwen's cheeks and jawbone as she took a nice deep bite of those features. Pulling back, she ripped some of the flesh right off the bunny's skull, leaving a big, gaping patch where half of Gwen's face had been. Another chomp, and she dug deep to pull off the lower jaw of her prey, crushing it up and leaving Gwen's mouth perpetually gaping, her tongue flopping freely out. Sara ate that too, snipping it off with a single bite, taking her time to chomp it a few times between some of her back teeth. Such a delicacy. So too were those eyes, soon ruined by the chomping, crushing attack, her whole face pulled right off the bone, leaving her blind, muted, and barely able to breathe through all the blood pouring down her exposed throat.

That had to be it. She was finally done, finally dying, left shuddering and faintly struggling with that one last flash of instinctual drive. It couldn't do much when she was missing a leg and several important organs. The crackled, bloodied bone where her face had been moments ago couldn't do much to express her feelings on bleeding out and asphyxiating all at once. It didn't hurt, it was just cold, the chill spreading all throughout her three limbs that remained attached to her as her heart finally began to slow.

Sara wasn't about to just let her die like that. She needed a spectacular sendoff for being such a good meal. That meant giving in to her most violent of urges and simply enveloping Gwen's whole head in her drooly jaws at once. The bunny hardly knew where she was anymore, though she did feel the saliva pouring down, and the constricting, glurking anticipation of that waiting gullet. Sara gave one deep, decisive bite into the bunny's throat, letting the crnnnnch ring out and echo down her throat as she severed her prey's spine at the shoulders, snapping through her neck to bit her head off in a single chomp. More or less anyway. There was a little wrestling, a little thrashing back and forth to rip the clinging flesh that kept that vital piece of Gwen clinging to her body.

Soon Sara lunged back, clutching her prize between her teeth. All sensation left Gwen's senses but for a few last terrible sounds. She didn't feel it anymore, but she definitely heard those last few bites. The raptoress moaned to herself as she crushed that skull in her jaws, effortlessly mashing it down flat, ruining the mind within and everything else that still functioned. She did her best not to make a mess, but that wasn't easy when she had her cheeks stuffed to bulging with the bunny's whole head at once. Little tatters of flesh rained down with the squirting blood, along with the occasional clatter of shattered bone as Sara chewed that crunchy skull as she might a particularly juicy piece of candy.

Tilting her head back, Sara allowed herself a moment to enjoy that great big GULP, one that sent Gwen's demolished brain down into her gut. Though she made sure not to wait too long. Her prey was very much dead, but still so lively. Gwen's decapitated body was going through a series of violent final twitches, her death throes, and that meant she was still good and fresh. Sara didn't have to hold back anymore. There was no being careful to keep from killing her prey too quickly. She'd already indulged herself with that gruesome finishing blow, leaving the blood pouring from the stump where Gwen's head had been.

Some of the bunny's hair was stuck in Sara's teeth, but she didn't bother to deal with it. She needed to feast. Fully unleashed, she became a snarling, mindless beast as she dug into the bunny's chest cavity, tearing it open and going straight for that silent heart. It had been pumping mere seconds ago, and that meant it was still plenty juicy, engorged with blood, making for such a delightful squish and spurt as she the raptor plucked it from the carcass of her prey and chowed down on it. Streams of high-pressure crimson squirted off for several feet as she delightedly chomped deep into the bunny's heart, mashing it up with some fierce, rapid chewing soon after. She just couldn't stop herself when it felt so good to give in to her appetite.

The heart was always the best part, but there was plenty more to enjoy. Puncturing those lungs with her fangs, she scooped them from the bunny's chest and took to gnawing on them a while. They might have been a little tough, but they were no match for a raptor's jaws. Sara worked as methodically as she did manically. She was an aggressive, hungering predator filling her belly with as much meat as she could, as quickly as she could, but she made sure not to miss anything. She hollowed out the bunny's torso, bite by bite, ripping those guts right out and swallowing them down after a good chewing.

Each one was its own little delicacy. Bits that had once been essential to Gwen's survival popped and squished between Sara's teeth. It didn't matter anymore. There was no life left in that ruined corpse. It was just meat and bones, and soon it would be neither. Sara was diligent in stripping every scrap of flesh she could get off those ribs. Her gut was getting heavy and round, jiggling about as she ate, but she wasn't nearly full. Not when there was still so much left to eat. She might have been running out of meat as she gnawed her way down to Gwen's remaining leg, but she still had most of a skeleton to eat. Being a good predator meant wasting nothing.

Pulling the meat from the bunny's juicy thigh was messy as ever, though by then Sara could hardly get any bloodier than she already was. She was soaking in it, wearing it over most of her skin, absolutely slathered and admittedly loving how it felt on her scales. She was in no rush to wash it off. Instead, she placed the bunny's ankle between her teeth and bit off that remaining paw and chewed on it for a while. Those squishy pads were fun to chomp, and she mashed them down along with the rest, including the bone beneath. Meat was plenty satisfying, but so too was the crunch of bone in her jaws.

She turned them into splinters and then she went for more, gnawing up Gwen's shin bone, cracking it wide open and wiggling her tongue around inside. A little marrow was a treat for a hungry raptor, enduring her meal was plenty nutritious. So the feast continued, nearing its conclusion as she went munch munch munch along those bloodied bones, filling her belly to a hefty swell, topping it off with those mashed up shards and splinters. For a less resilient digestive system, those might have been a heavy burden, but Sara was going to be just fine. There was nothing she couldn't melt down, and she was quick about it too.

Finally, once she'd reduced Gwen to nothing more than a puddle of red upon the grass, dotted with a few last tiny bits of flesh and bone alike that she'd missed, Sara was free to relax once more. That predatory trance released her, letting her slump and sit herself down, tail curled around her thigh, belly jiggling and starting to gworgle as her digestives took over and started to melt down the contents of her heavy gut. There was no moment of clarity or regret over what she'd done to Gwen. Instead, the raptoress was free to indulge her other cravings now that her appetite for flesh was nicely dealt with.

She moaned with another of those little giggles, pressing the tip of her tail to her pussy. That appendage might have been plenty thick, but she could move it the precision she needed to pleasure herself. She wasn't just feeling a total lack of guilt over devouring her friend alive, bite after bite, but she was soon outright getting off on the feeling of digesting all that flesh and bone that had once been Gwen. Maybe she could blame the forest's influence for bringing that side out of her. Maybe she just always wanted to gobble the bunny up and that night was the perfect opportunity to catch her alone.

With her feral side mostly suppressed, she was able to speak again. There was no one there to hear her of course, but she just needed to express herself as she plunged her tail right into her pussy, pumping it back and forth to the same rhythm of the steady churning noises coming from her belly.

"Mmm! Nnf! That's a good bunny, yesssss," she cried out with some hissy moans. "Making me feel so full, so nice ... and now you're melting just right, ahhhh ..."

Sara's digestives were hardly natural. A potent, concentrated acid flowed over the maimed remains of the bunny inside her, rapidly sizzling through the meat and bone that stuffed her full. That sloshy bulge was already shaking, already smoothing over and settling down as the raptoress quickly absorbed all the nutrients she could get out of that tasty bun. She didn't stop pleasuring herself all throughout, just getting wetter, even more turned on by the feeling of adding her friend to her curves.

"Yes yes yes ... ahh! So good! How can you be so good?" came Sara's murmured awe as she masturbated to the feeling of claiming her prey. "You were meant for this, even born for this ... always meant for getting eaten up by a predator ... why else would it make me feel so ... sssssssoooo ... ahh!"

Climax kept her from finishing her thought. It hadn't taken long. Her gut was already down to a much smaller, if still plump and bulging shape as it squeezed in tight on the partly-liquefied remains of the digesting bunny. The pleasure was too much for her to take. Clamping down on her thick tail, she launched into a screechy roar as she tipped her head towards the sky and parted her jaws wide, drooling blooded on herself, letting her tongue flop down the side of her cheek. A squirting, spraying shot of femcum gushed from her around her tail. She clenched, she kneaded, she milked all that pleasure out with it wedged deep inside of her, left writhing like a serpent as she rocked back and forth and fucked herself all throughout that messy peak. The juices of her orgasm mixed with the thick red blood clinging to her, slushing out across her thighs, leaving her even more soaked than she already was. The heat she'd generated in her lusty tail-fucking was enough to steam there in the night, as the sounds of the raptor panting and happily hissing away competed with the steady glurrrrrn of that came with pushing the bunny down into her intestines for the final steps.

There wasn't even time for a nap. She'd only been sitting there, recovering from her experience for a few minutes when she started to feel it. First, just a little pressure, then a little more, building and building as the digested bun came to the end of her journey. All was smooth and working fine of course. Sara's system could handle all that meat and bone without any sort of trouble. It was just that she was a frightfully efficient predator, already thickening out and wearing the added weight that came with absorbing everything Gwen had been. She'd claimed every pound, every scrap, every little piece, but for the debris littered on the grass around the grisly scene, and soon it was going to be time to relieve herself of whatever her body didn't need.

There was only so much weight Sara could pack onto her slim form. She got some extra heft on her tits, and a little squish to her belly to make her cute and paunchy, but most of Gwen went to those truly tremendous raptor thighs, along with the finely rounded ass they supported. She'd even added some extra thickness to the dino's great big tail, but there was no time for swinging it around and admiring it. She needed to find a good spot to take a massive dump.

The blonde-haired dinosaur was swiftly up on her feet, pacing about, considering the proper spot for the crude finale to Gwen's journey through her body. It didn't really matter, but she had to be sure she was comfortable. All the while, she was feeling the increased tension beneath her tail, not exactly urgent but not something she couldn't ignore. Eventually, she found a good spot beneath the moonlight, right between two trees that gave her something resembling privacy. Not that anyone was watching her out there, but it just felt right.

Squatting low, she placed her palms on her thighs and lifted her tail extra high, curling it over her right shoulder as she let the relief wash over her and the pressure release at last. The crackle that came with spreading out her rear end mixed in with her shamefully pleasured hisses. She couldn't deny how good it felt to start squeezing and pushing out the filthy remnants of what had been a pretty bunny at the start of that dark evening. Thick, steaming logs of raptor shit were all that remained of her now, piling up on the grass below, somewhere way out in the middle of nowhere.

Sara kept on squeezing, giving a little huff now and then as those bits of bone tickled her on the way out. They were mostly pulverized into nothing more than dust, adding a chalky appearance to the mound of shit accumulating beneath her, but now and then a particularly solid chunk stimulated her. Those were thankfully smoothed right over by the journey through her powerful digestive system. Just like everyone else before her, Gwen was easy to digest, passing through the dino's almost effortlessly. She'd only lasted ten minutes or so within the raptor's body before she was being ejected and worn.

A few more recognizable fragments of her well-chewed skull thudded down atop the mess, some deep teeth-marks left visible before those pieces got buried in waste. It took almost as long to shit Gwen out as it had taken to eat her, but it remained smooth, satisfying, and even pleasurable. Sara flicked her tongue and gave some happy hisses, just to feel her body doing its job. Gwen made for a mountain of raptor shit, a dozen pounds or two of the steaming stuff, all strewn with bones and coiled into an imposing mound. A few last hard squeezes of the more stubborn stuff that was more digested bone than anything, and Sara was finally done, letting those heavy pieces dent the pile as they fell down from beneath her tail.

"Hmmm ... there we go, Gwen. Gosh, you were so good. I wanted to eat you so bad for so long ... and you were even better than I was imagining. I'm going to be thinking about you for a while ... won't forget how good you made me."

That she was speaking to someone who was nothing more than a pile of crap became apparent to her in time, but it wasn't like that. Gwen was still with her, in a sense. She wasn't just the waste left behind. That bunny jiggled on the dino's assets as Sara went striding off, still naked and stained with her victim's blood. The bun had made her fatter, made her thicker in all the right places, but a raptor with an appetite like hers wasn't going to wear her for too long. Like all her other meals, she'd burn the bunny off without any real sign she'd ever been there. No one would know to look for her out there, and as for the crimson evidence, that was nothing a midnight dip in a nearby lake couldn't correct. Sara left the gruesome scene behind and walked straight into the chilly water, the warm, happy feeling deep inside her keeping her from getting too cold beneath the twinkling surface as she bathed and washed. The clear blue water came up red as she cleansed her scales of the mess that clung to them after her meal, and her hair was going to need some special washing that water alone couldn't manage.

She was full, at least for a little while, once she emerged from the depths, plump and dripping with all her added weight. Then it was finally time to stop and admire those prey-enhanced curves. She was very thorough, licking her lips all the while for those last traces of Gwen's flavour. Oh, there was plenty of padding on her tits, making them even more squishable. She squeezed until she made herself moan, kneading her soft bosom in both hands, wondering what her new cup size might have been. Then it was time to go down to her belly, and she couldn't help but enjoy how chubby she was looking.

It wouldn't last long given her particularly powerful metabolism, but for a little while at least she had some cute, squeezable rolls around her middle. Her hips were plenty ample too, adding some extra bubble to that fine butt of hers. She reached back and gave herself a grope, then worked that tail, pleased at all the new thickness around the base. If her butt was going to get bigger, then she needed a fatter tail too. Last up was the deep kneads of her thighs. They were already the most shapely part of the bottom-heavy dino, but they were thicker than ever, so very juicy and hefty that she could hardly stop squeezing them once she started.

She might have been weighed down a little by her meal, but she knew she'd burn it off in a day or two. Gwen was just going to have to enjoy the ride while it lasted, before all that stored fat got used up to fuel the ever-deadly raptoress. Licking over her chops and sniffing at the night air, Sara had to wonder. How full was she, really? She knew it had been a wild night out there, full of horrors and indulgences alike, but surely there were at least a few survivors. They probably thought the worst was over. She would hardly even have to sneak up on them. Who suspected a cute, giggly dino of being a bloodthirsty predator anyway? Humming and hissing to herself, she strolled her drenched form away from the shoreline of the lake, considering as she rubbed herself, hefting and squeezing her belly pudge. Gwen had made her a little fat, but she wasn't that much heavier. Maybe she could fit a little more meat inside that deadly stomach of hers.

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Chapter V

For Toshi120

Featuring Shirazi

Nova swore she heard it. But was it a real sound or was it just something from a dream? She perked her ears, sitting up in her sleeping bag. Sal was fast asleep beside her in the tent, faintly twitching, sometimes murmuring. Apparently the sergal was in the middle of a very vivid dream of her own. Nova wished she could remember all the details. The glittery wolf rubbed at her temples for a while, her eyes still closed. It was there, yet just slightly faded on waking. There was a smile, and there was a doorway, and it was ever so warm. She'd abruptly awakened to the sound of something laughing, caught up in the kind of horrific hysterics that could have only been uttered by something truly depraved. And that was when she heard it again.

There was something out there. And it sounded so happy to be there. Giggling, snickering, cackling there in the night, it couldn't have been any of her fellow campers. Sure, there were two hyenas among her travelling buddies, but the twins were small and cute. There was no way they could have laughed in such an evil way like that. Pulling the sleeping blag up close to her chest, the wolfess flattened her ears tightly to her head, as if she was afraid of hearing that sound again. She could hardly believe that serg was still sleeping through it all. That sound had been so piercing, so alarming, that Nova swore it could have woken someone from a coma. Maybe she'd be safe there in the tent, as long as she held very still, and kept very quiet. She shook a little, feeling afraid of whatever was out there but not entirely sure why. It radiated hostility, maliciousness, and sheer insanity. She felt as if her thoughts were moving on their own, words entering her subconscious that she would never dare speak out loud.

Pursing her lips tight, she finally just closed her eyes. She just had to fall back asleep. That was all there was to it. In the morning, it would surely be gone, and she could forget about the whole thing. The laughter had fallen silent, but then there came the whispering. It bounced from place to place, incoherent at first, chanting in a dozen different voices from shrill to booming, and sometimes it simply snarled. The unholy babble slowly began to take form in her perception, despite her efforts to shut it out. It felt as if the creature or creatures had their lips pressed to both her ears, projecting those forbidden words directly into her mind. She could only feel more and more concerned that she understood them, or at least the individual words. The depraved babbling certainly didn't make any actual sense to her.

Scrape the whisper in the night the silent shapes will take us to the shadow sucking tendrils beneath the tranquil place the wicked face that waits there hollows in the temples screams amidst the seas of blood and neither rain nor pain can stop them

It was probably just nonsense. But it seemed to make so much sense, somehow. Nova sat there, shuddering, and she snapped her eyes open to scan around the tent, but it was still empty. Reaching over, she grasped Sal's shoulder and gave her a shake, but the sergal didn't wake, no matter how vigorous Nova got about it. For a moment, she thought about crying out for her other campers to hear her, but that would have made a beacon out of her. She was just going to have to deal with the horror in the night alone, by holding as still as possible, and doing her best not to make a single sound. It was impossible to hold her breath all night of course, but she was just going to have to try, sucking her chest up tight and holding perfectly still. Even that wasn't good enough to keep her hidden.

She would have said it was a cliche if it wasn't happening to her right that minute. A shadow appeared just before the flap of her tent, a strange, twisted shape that certainly didn't seem like any person she'd ever met, anthro or otherwise. Nova could only clench her teeth and watch that zipper jiggling, as if whatever was on the other side couldn't quite figure out how to use it. Or maybe it was just teasing her. She remained frozen in abject horror, not even capable of shaking anymore, becoming a statue of icy fear until that shadow finally vanished from the front of her tent. It was gone, just like that, as if it had phased out of existence. She didn't dare look around. That would have meant moving. Yet for all her tension, all her care to keep perfectly silent, it still found her. When she heard the shredding of fabric, she knew it was too late.

Two hands burst through the tent behind her, shredding holes in the side in the midst of that violent lunge. They seized hold of her by the breasts, squeezing them tight before dragging her away with supernatural strength. She screamed plenty, but it wasn't going to save her. The forest rushed forth to meet her as she was snatched away in the moonlit night, carried off at a vicious sprint by something that cackled in her ear. It was deafening. All other sounds vanished as they crashed through the brush. She could feel a pair of breasts even bigger than her own head each pressed against her back, completely bare. That seemed to imply that her captor was running in reverse. And by the hot breath on the back of her neck, they were doing it without looking, too. Her other clothing simply shredded from her being as they left the campsite far behind, as if pulled off by the rushing wind, leaving her naked but for a few tatters left clinging to her fur. That let her notice just how soft that creature was, how utterly fluffy and warm she was to press against. Even in the midst of panic, she couldn't help but enjoy that, just a little.

When they finally stopped, they must have been a mile away from that now-ruined tent. There was nothing out there but the two of them, alone. Nova's instincts told her she was in the middle of a fight for her life. Wolves were supposed to be apex predators, but she was left feeling like she was nothing more than prey, hunted down and dragged off into the woods to be devoured. Thrashing, kicking, fighting for her life against a threat she couldn't even fully see, she screamed and directed some kicks towards the shadowy outline of her assailant, locked fully into panic mode. It was fight or flight, and she was pretty sure she couldn't run away from such a dangerous being. She slashed her claws at where she thought her attacker was, only to feel nothing but empty air. Maybe she was dealing with a ghost, but the hands that seized her by her wrists and pinned her arms down to the ground felt solid to her. Only once she'd been subdued, overpowered, and pinned flat on her back did she manage to get a good look at the beast that had taken her. The hyena's eyes glowed a sinister red.

Nova didn't doubt for a moment that she'd been taken by the demon named Shirazi. She was every bit the cackling lunatic as the stories told. She didn't know what she did to deserve wicked hellspawn's wrath. Maybe it was nothing more than being pretty. Maybe the demon simply desired her. The hyena was bigger than her, and softer too, her silvery curves adorned with considerable fluff to further accentuate her fine, broad, womanly shapes. She looked more plush and even squish than she did strong, but she nonetheless overpowered her prey with ease. Nova certainly wasn't any less panicked to see that nasty grin looming just above her. Hyenas had sharp enough teeth to begin with, but those interlocking razors more closely resembled a steel trap than a regular set of jaws. They gleamed there in the moonlight as Shirazi lunged and snapped her fangs towards Nova's face, snickering with demonic delight every time she made Nova flinch. Her voice came out like a wet hiss, her black tongue even flicking out like a snake's as she emphasized that single word, drawing it out.

"Miiiiiiine."

A long, possessive lick across Nova's face and chest alike proved that point. She slathered the wolfess in drool that clung to her bare fur, leaving Nova writhing, shaking her head, whimpering out in terror. As much as she knew she should have been screaming for help, that she had no chance of escaping the demon on her own, she couldn't bring herself to risk it. Maybe Shirazi would lash out or punish her in some way. The hyena hadn't hurt her yet. He was just looming there, grinning so broadly her face could hardly contain it, looking like a striped shark as her eyes blazed that unnatural tone, reflecting off of Nova's drool-marked fur. She looked so proud of her catch, of her prize. At first Nova thought to hold her breath and just pretend she wasn't there. Maybe if she refused to believe this was happening to her, then Shirazi would somehow just ... go away. But preparing to do that meant inhaling one deep breath, and in that process she found herself sucking down a significant dose of the demon's personal scent. There was something so warmly enticing about it, so sinfully-sweet and seductive, that made her just want to bury her nose in all that stripey fluff and sniff herself silly. That seemed a foolish thing to desire when dealing with a creature like Shirazi, but apparently the demon could read or mind or otherwise just tell precisely what she was thinking somehow.

"Yesssssss. Taste. Breathe. Drown yourself in me, Nova."

That the demon knew her name was the least of Nova's worries. Foremost was struggling against that overpowering grip as she found herself snatched by the skull and yanked upwards until she was smothered into the hyena's bare breasts. They were bigger than her head each, fully encompassing her muzzle to immersed her in demonic warmth. God if Shirazi's fur was ever soft, smoothly gliding along Nova's features while she struggled in that silky cleavage. Her gasps for air meant taking in even more of that finely enticing aroma, whether she liked it or not, and it had an effect on her body that she couldn't begin to fight down. Even in a state of horror, she couldn't deny how arousing she found it to be snuggled there, squished between the demon's juicy tits, absolutely smothered in a supernaturally alluring scent unlike any other she'd ever sniffed. She found herself growing warm, even wet, rubbing her thighs together in the midst of her frightened struggles, feeling the juices flowing thicker than they ever had before. She wasn't just getting turned on by that breast-smother, she was getting horny.

That still didn't mean Shirazi had permission to do whatever she wished with Nova's body, but of course a demon didn't care. The wolfess was counting herself lucky up to that moment to find the hyena acting relatively dormant. But she should have known what was coming. Shirazi had been vibrating with excitement ever since she'd caught her prey. And with that excitement came lust, swelling up firm and solid in the form of a broad, pitch black cock pulsing there against Nova's left thigh. Shirazi wasn't modest. Of course she wasn't. She was a demon, and she took what she wanted. That meant clutching at Nova's thighs, hoisting her legs up and nearly over her head, testing the wolfess' flexibility as she forced her into permission. Nova shook her head, feebly reaching up to push at the hyena's chest, to do everything she could to dissuade her. But she knew she couldn't stop that hellish creature from claiming her, and when she felt the first dull plap of that cock against her pussy, she thought maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

Looking for too long into Shirazi's eyes made Nova feel like she was going to lose her mind, and staring at her clenched, gleaming teeth hardly made her feel any better. Eventually, the starry wolf just closed her eyes and let the demon take her. She kept her lips pursed as she felt that prodding tip, felt that smooth, slick grind gliding through her juices. They were utterly pouring from her, coating her pussy lips, making her gleam and glisten with that liquid lust to help lubricate the hyena's cock in a sleek layer as she penetrated her prize. She was anything but a gentle lover. Nova could only screech as she felt herself stretched by that fat demon dick, felt it plunging deep inside her all at once, shoving past any sort of resistance and leaving her stuffed full. She could see it in her belly, that plump shaft sheathed snugly in her insides, and all she could do was squeeze down tight around its every single inch as it throbbed and thumped within her, buried balls-deep, spurting a copious dose of demon juices. Those shots of precum made it feel like the hyena was already finishing inside her, pumping her full of warmth and satisfaction. It felt good to be defiled by a demon's seed. Nova couldn't deny she wanted more.

YEHEHEHEHEEEE....

Shirazi's shrieking laughter echoed out into the night, drowning out Nova's choked cries completely. Nova wasn't sure if she was protesting or moaning anymore. The moment the hyena lunged back and drove in again, her body ignited with sensations that seemed unfit for her mortal form. She'd certainly been fucked before, but never had a cock felt silken, so thick, so solid driving in and out of her. The steady THUMP of demon nuts slapping against her cunt was a slick one, flinging the juices of their mating in all directions with every slamming impact. That demon fucked her like a maniac, hardly caring anything for rhythm or care. Shirazi's body ignored all the rules of momentum just to rut that wolfess as hard as she could, driving her deep into the ground until it began to indent beneath Nova's butt. She was getting fucked right into the dirt, planted like a seed, hammered down again and again by those broad demon hips. The only sound that could compete with Shirazi's cackles were the sloppy schluck-schlops of that cock gliding along her generously juicy insides, driving Nova's liquid lust out of her with every stroke.

"Unnnh ... noooo ..." came Nova's faint cry of protest, but she hardly believed it herself.

She felt it in her left thigh first. Those tender twitching muscles wouldn't stop convulsing, tightening up and spreading as they surged with the contractions of utter ecstasy. It blazed up through her body as if it were a liquid poured inside her, shooting through her nerves, controlling her, possessing her with pleasure as she flopped back to wail with delight and fear alike. It wasn't fear of the demon herself anymore, but for what that hyena was doing to her body. She wasn't supposed to feel this good. Tightening up to hug around that thick black dick, she kicked her legs out, curled her toes, balled her hands into firsts. Her jaw clenched tight and even her facial muscles twitched in odd ways. It was like she was malfunctioning, no longer in control of herself as an unholy orgasm dredged itself up from her depths, quivering through her every nerve, setting them alight with rapture and awe that she could feel so purely good, at least for those few seconds. She didn't even manage to scream as she erupted, contracting hard and then squirting for that beast of a hyena, left shaking there beneath in choked silence as her body went through the convulsing throes of a climax that left her completely, utterly blank for those fleeting moments. However briefly it might have been, she was gone for those few seconds at her peak, devoid of thought and personality, merely a vessel for experiencing all that was good to feel.

It could have been seconds later, it could have been hours, but to Nova it was irrelevant. Just as she was coming down from the clouds, from her ascendant place of orgasm, slipping into that heavy afterglow, things got so much hotter inside her. The hyena's finish was almost nonchalant, though there was plenty of snickering involved. She writhed, she cackled, and eventually she locked Nova in a sloppy kiss, sucking on her whole muzzle at once while she forced her tongue straight down the wolf's throat. Locked into that messy makeout session, Shirazi finally opened the floodgates of her corrupted demon cum. Somehow Nova just knew that the streams of fresh jizz shooting up inside her womb were something more than just regular seed. It filled her, heated her, left her uncoupled from her mind as it sloshed her full to slightly bloating. Her mind was exploring new thoughts, forbidden things she'd never usually imagine, assaulted with visions of fiery hells and writhing horrors. And she liked it.

When Shirazi freed her from that kiss, Nova fell back with her jaws hanging wide open, drooling just a bit. Her eyes glazed over, then crossed for a few seconds before she snapped out of it. Shaking her head, she found reality rushing back like a terrible fever, reminding her that she was pinned to the ground, getting fucked half-senseless by a horrible demon. That she was tingling in all the right places didn't matter. Shirazi didn't even stop. She just reached down, tucked one of Nova's thighs over her shoulder, and stretched that wolfess out so she could fuck even deeper into that cum-slopped pussy. It squelched out in thick ropes for her every stroke, overflowing and spraying jets across them both. A thickening puddle formed, smearing across Nova's lightly rounded belly, coursing down her inner thighs, clinging to her skin. She was already marked with demon cum, claimed by the scent, enraptured by the demon's endless desire. To think she was really so fuckable that Shirazi would pound her so relentlessly, schlicking that glossy black cock in and out of her cum-drenched pussy ... it felt good to be viciously, even violently wanted. But she had to keep her mind clear, she told herself.

The hyena never stopped. She didn't tire like regular mortals. Her hips maintained a constant, powerful motion, pumping, thumping, fucking deep inside that wolfess pussy until she'd splattered half of Nova in the resulting mess. From lying on top of her, to turning her over on her side, lifting one of her legs high, Shirazi took her from every angle, every position. She pushed Nova onto her face in time, pulling her ass up while she bred that flooded pussy, letting it all stream down to the grass while she nibbled on the wolf's neck from behind. Then it was a matter of wrenching Nova back into her lap, sitting there in the clearing, bouncing her prize up and down, letting her ass spank into the hyena's striped lap. Another twitch, another bulge of that plump demon dick, those veins bulging out and stimulating Nova all the more, and she felt another cumshot shooting up inside her, stretching her womb, making her slosh and spurt, and finally just squirt for the demoness. There was no holding it back. Her body convulsed with that powerful release just to feel that perfectly silky seed overflowing from her cunt. Her lower lip was trembling as the pleasure threatened to make her weep, or perhaps break into hysterics worthy of the hyena's own, her mind decoupled from reality, making her shudder, making her shatter as she felt more and more unsure of who she was, and why she'd ever done anything else with her life other than serve as the horny demon's cocksleeve.

Shirazi turned her around after that second finish, still solid and pulsing deep inside that thoroughly-creamed pussy, and offered her prize a grin. It was ever so savage, showing off every fang she had, yet it wasn't quite a snarl. A good look deep into Nova's eyes made the hyena giggle through her teeth, shuddering with that shock of sudden amusement at what she saw there in the wolfess' blanking gaze.

"Fuck the flesh and take the thoughts down to where they hollow things play they say they say it always works that way and together we dance until your soul's entranced all wrapped around my finger to take and claim without anyone to blame but yourSELF."

She boomed that last word with particular punch, even spitting a touch in Nova's face with that extra wet hiss of emphasis. The wolfess wasn't startled anymore. Even stranger, she was starting to understand what the hyena was saying when she babbled like that. It was clear enough. The demoness wanted her all to herself. And if the pleasures of their forest fuck were any indication of what it was to give herself to the demon, then so many more forbidden delights awaited her. All she had to do ... well, she wasn't sure. She lingered there in Shirazi's grasp, letting her head slowly swaying back and forth, barely able to hold it up anymore. Panting, drooling, and strangely shivering in the most pleasant of ways, she watched the hyena for a sign.

"Do you SEE now, Nova?" the hyena rumbled, speaking in her deepest voice. "All you have to do is give yourself to me, and you can be with me forever ... "

"I ..." came the wolfess' hushed whisper. "I don't know if I can ..."

"Don't know. Don't think. Feel. Touch. Taste. Devour the sensations I offer."

With that, the demoness slowly laid herself back, sprawling out over the grass, pulling the wolfess on top of her. Nova finally slipped off that black hyena cock, schlurping free of her pussy, pouring out the high-pressure spunk all pent up within her. She was gushing for a while, her belly softening and shrinking but not fully vanishing. Sloshing as ever, she slowly flopped over atop the hyena, feeling that plush, stripey blanket cushioning her fall. Nova felt herself falling under Shirazi's spell. So soft, so warm, so silky smooth and perfect for stroking and sniffing alike. She got that sensitive canine nose working all over the hyena's curves, taking in that forbidden scent, that demonic essence that wafted like incense from her every tuft of fur. She slathered the demoness in doggish licks, slurping and slobbering all over her body, sucking on whatever she liked, tasting everything she could, drooling on that fine fur that had so enchanted her. She just wanted to touch and keep touching that glorious body, lavishing worship upon it with her tongue and lips, working herself into a haze of adoration the longer she held close to the hyena.

The demon simply soaked it in, letting Nova succumb to her desires, to the urges buried inside her finally freed with the help of a little hellish influence. She groped the demon, squeezing her, massaging her, admiring her perfect body and its every inch. Dipping down, she sucked some of the cum off of Shirazi's dick, glurking on it deeply, amazing herself at her own lack of gag influence. Perhaps she'd already been corrupted a little, gifted with enhanced sexual prowess. The taste that simmered on her tongue as she slipped it up and down that smooth, glossy shaft was enough to make her eyes roll back until she pulled back off and smooched the dripping dip with her cum-coated lips. Then she was back upon the hyena's body, planting both hands on those lovely tits, squishing deep into their shapes and even getting a little giggle of pleasure from the depraved beast. Those, she found it hard to abandon. She couldn't stop playing with Shirazi's breasts, kneading them, squeezing deep, pressing them together, and eventually leaning down to kiss and suck on those firm black teats. Shirazi might have been a demon, but her milk was sweet and warm, tasting just a touch like honey as Nova eagerly suckled it down without a second thought. It flowed rich and steady, pleasing Nova's palette as she chugged that silky essence without so much as pausing to take a breath.

Shirazi spoke with slow, indulgence succulence, sounding as if she were rolling each word around in her mouth before letting it slip forth.

"You like my tits, don't you Nova? Mmmmm, yessss. Feel how heavy they are. Drink deep and be filled with me."

Nova could only vaguely hmmf in response, lost in the ecstasy of drinking from the demon. Yet when Shirazi reached down to gently tug her head free of that leaking teat, the wolfess obeyed, pulling off and panting as she drooled hyena milk from her slavering jaws. The demon looked deeply into her eyes.

"What if I were to offer you a chance to be so much closer to everything you've ever desired? To me? What if you were to become part of me, padding out my bust, making my breasts all the plumper, all the thicker ... my trophy to carry, jiggling on my chest wherever I go ... ready for the next mortal to worship and adore ..."

"I think ..." Nova began, but she found herself cut off by how much her own bottom lip was trembling. Coughing a bit, she cleared her throat and blinked her watering eyes. "I think I would like that, Mistress ..."

She wasn't sure where the word came from. It simply manifested in her mouth, seemingly coming from within her and not from any outside suggestion. Calling Shirazi by such a title was only natural, after she had already shown the wolfess such delicious new experiences. Yet even in that reverent haze she did have some piece of herself left, some part of her mind that knew agreeing to such an offer was no small thing.

"But ... what will become of me?"

The hyena sucked a deep breath through her teeth, shuddering with her own lunacy. Her words came out in a shivering snicker.

"You will be ... better. Softer. Warmer. I will take such good care of your soul. No thoughts no worries no fears. Sweet, sensual nothingness on the bust of your mistress ... milk to slosh and trickle down ... never to scream again ..."

Nova let the thought of being nothing but the demon-yena's milk simmer around in her head. Her body, fully given to Shirazi, to be kept for however long she liked ... and probably forever. She knew she should have felt at least some fear to even consider that kind of thing. Arousal won over, overriding all other instinctual urges. She wanted whatever Shirazi wanted, even if it meant total erasure, embracing oblivion, vanishing from existence. But her new mistress wouldn't do that to her, would she? She was kind, she was caring, she would never hurt her ... those thoughts ran through Nova's head over and over, becoming an internal mantra, spoken seemingly in her own voice even when she wasn't trying to think them.

"I want it ... I want whatever you want, Mistress ... you can have me. All of me ..."

The words felt so good to babble out, every syllable seemingly rewarding her with a spark of pleasure in her brain, as if she'd always wanted to speak them. Shirazi bobbed back and forth, her grin seemingly swaying through the air all on its own. Nova let herself fall forward into the hyena's embrace, ready to be smothered there, to kiss her breast and be immersed, though instead she found herself being taken to the ground once more again. This time it wasn't forceful. Shirazi gently laid her out as she might a blanket, gliding her hands down along the starry wolfess' curves in slow, tender strokes of her fingertips. Eventually she made her way down to Nova's ankles, grasping them, pressing her thumbs into the pads of those wolf paws. Nova laid her head back and stared at the sky, expecting to see stars or clouds or the moon. But there was nothing. The only light was that of Shirazi's eyes, emitting their own glow to illuminate the two of them, letting Nova bathe in their eerie luminescence as the hyena clutched her by the feet and brought them up to squish against those plush demon tits Nova so loved.

"Which one does she prefer? The left ... or the right?" Shirazi asked.

Nova didn't have to think about it. "The left. To be ... close to your heart."

"Yessssss," Shirazi spoke with a slithering tongue. "You are a good one."

At first it seemed a little silly. Demon or not, what did the hyena expect to accomplish just by rubbing those paws against one of her breasts? She glossed them up and down, letting Nova feel the perk of that dark black nip against her pads, firming from the stimulation. In time, it all worked out. All it took was persistence, and desire. Nova gasped as she felt her toes slip past the initial resistance, penetrating inside of the demon's breast, slipping into her warmth and delving into her body. That tit gripped her tightly, wrapping around her paws as she began to swallow her prey whole. There was no need to push her or shove her in. As soon as Shirazi's breast had a hold of Nova, it did all the work to drag her along, slowly feeding her up into her Mistress' bosom. Slowly ascending up along the demon's body, Nova was left to watch every single detail of her own consumption. From those initial stretches to those deep, milky swallows, she relaxed and slowly pleasured herself all throughout the process of being claimed, delving two fingers into her cum-drenched pussy.

Nova made sure to moan for her Mistress as she inched her way into that breast, feeling its welcoming heat envelop her as it gripped her from all sides. She was already starting to bulge it out, to stretch it and make it hang lower and heavier than the other, at least for now. Surely such an imbalance could be corrected in time. That gulping grip streaked smoothly along her calves, working up to her knees, then her thighs. She found herself with her legs clamped together tightly, making her squeeze around her own digits shoved deep inside of her as she masturbated to sight of being devoured by the hyena's breast. There wasn't much longer to go. She wasn't even half-consumed yet, but she could feel it. The momentum was building. The hunger within Shirazi could not be contained. And just as she thought, once the breast-gulping process neared Nova's hips, it got faster, more ravenous, trickling milk down along the wolfess' ass to make room for that lovely shape. Waist-deep in demon tit, Nova finally withdrew her hands from her pussy and instead laid them back, sprawling out, offering herself, far too broken by lust and pleasure to even consider trying to squirm away. She'd never wanted anything more in her entire mortal existence.

It sounded so very much like swallowing. That wet nip sucked her down with a series of potent glurks, squeezing up around her belly with a slightly pinchy grip, working all on its own as if Shirazi had no control over it. That expanding breast had an appetite, hungrily slurping Nova inwards, claiming all the many pretty stars glittering upon her fur for Shirazi's own. The hyena was of course cackling all throughout her meal, her laughter vibrating through her bosom, letting Nova feel them in the jiggling of her expanding bust. There wasn't much more to go. She was in deep, feeling her own breasts squishing down as Shirazi's overtook them, flattened so firmly it was difficult to draw a full breath for several seconds. Or maybe that was just her excitement making the air freeze in her throat. One last gasp escaped her as she felt the hyena's teat kneading around her throat, knowing she was so very close to the end. All it took was one more potent, peristalsis-like, one more deep, commanding ulllp of squeezing breast tucking its prey away. Nova was fully confined within that massive mound, that heaving breast, jiggling up and down as she listened to the hyena's heart pounding away with a strange, unnatural rhythm. She sloshed and simmered in that creamy-tasting milk, and felt her Mistress massaging her from the outside. Nova couldn't have been happier to finally find her place.

All was dark, but Nova didn't mind. She had so many other sensations to focus on, her mind assaulted from all sides by the stimulation of being claimed. It wasn't just Shirazi's hands kneading her. The confines of that tit squeezed inwards to work along her body, compressing her into a tight ball as they took possessive hold, squeezing down on her sensitive places to ensure she was moaning there in the hyena's breast. Shirazi's excitement couldn't be contained, her words rumbling through her chest to reach the starry morsel inside of her.

"Yessss ... simmer sweetly down my divine dog ... feed the flesh of your majestic mistress ... make her moan as you melt away into nothing more than bouncing breastflesh ... pad me out with the pudge you will become ... sacrifice your soul for my enjoyment. Forever and ever and ever ..."

Shirazi took to rubbing harder at the wolfess, working tightly around her shapes, helping encourage them to soften. Nova was vaguely aware of what was happening to her, but it was hard to really know. Her body surged with strange tingles in certain places, every now and then. And those rubs, those fine, greedy massages clutching at her from the outside seemed to sink deeper and deeper into her muscles with each squeeze. She was softening, relaxing, sinking her way into soothing submission, meeting her milky fate deep inside the demon. As more and more of her was absorbed, Shirazi's bust began to even out, her right tit thickening and fattening with all the padding she siphoned from the wolfess' living body. Draining her away into titfat was a speedy process, one that kept Nova locked in the prison of her own pleasure, her moans echoing in the flesh confines, competing with the glorsh of churning milk. Some of her was going to be part of that tasty treat flowing through the demon's breasts, and some of her was already serving to thicken them up and pull them taut, helping form out an even fatter, bouncier, perfectly plump pair of hyena tits there upon her Mistress' chest. The trophy of that added weight was the most intimate gift she could give the demon she adored.

Those thickened tits were as firm and springy as two furred balloons, jiggling as the wolfess vanished within them. The outline of Nova's form disappeared into nothingness, smoothing over as if she was never there. She never felt anything quite so concerning as dying. Even when her body ceased to be, there was still some part of her that endured, part of her that could feel and enjoy every single sensation given to those prey-fattened breasts. She might not have been able to communicate with her Mistress anymore, but that didn't matter. She knew she'd made Shirazi happy. And her reward was to feel the hyena playing with her own tits, launching into a cackling session of self-groping, flopping back on the ground to enjoy the new additions. Her bust had gained several pounds of pure padding, stretching out to an obscene, eye-catching size that surely wasn't going to fit under any sort of clothing. If demons ever wore such things. But the greatest treat was feeling Shirazi's own lips wrapping around that ravenous breast, pulling it up to latch on and suck with all her hellish might.

The slurping, suckling, schluck of the demon drinking her own milk from the source, swallowing it down in unceasing guzzles assaulted Nova from all sides. She couldn't tell exactly where the sound was coming from, or where she even was. If she was anymore. It didn't matter. She belonged to Shirazi, and she pleased her Mistress with every moment she spent jiggling there upon that perfect bust, leaving it so plump, so juicy, so perfect for worshipping and playing with. Her soul remained intact, it seemed, as part of the hyena's body, sharing in the sensations of her breasts, feeling every grope amplified to the point it was like a mind- breaking amount of pleasure. Shirazi kept playing with one free hand, but the other went to stroking her shaft, streaking all the slick lubricant of that thick cum-coating, pumping her way to a forceful peak all in a matter of seconds. It didn't take long when she was that excited. Soon she was going all wriggly, convulsing and twitching in the strangest of ways, curling her toes into the dirt and latching on as she propelled herself to climax with a screeching whoop of haunting laughter into the night. That was the kind of sound that urban legends were made of.

Nova was left to bask in the bliss of being bathed in hyena cum, feeling it splashing all over Shirazi's tits as she slathered herself up in spunk. The demon rocked back and forth, leaking milk from her perked nips as she unloaded a fat load of jizz across her prey-fattened bust, splattering and soaking herself in that steaming hot cream. The warmth against the hyena's bosom felt incredible, leaving Nova to sink off into a state of barely-conscious satisfaction. Shirazi rutted her own grip until she was empty, shooting every drop she had to give from those heavy demon nuts, emptying them all over the trophy of her bosom. And she was in no rush to clean it up, idly stretching out her tongue like that of a lizard's to smear and swipe across her extra-tender tits, giving Nova one more idly massage to show how much she admired the wolfess' contributions. Nova's starry form was gone from that world, replaced instead by a pleased demoness with an extra-heavy pair of tits. How she'd squeeze them, admire them, and of course find so many other devoted servants to do the same. Nova was along for the ride, at least for the moment, granted the privilege of being part of the gorgeous creature, carried along with the hyena for all eternity. To her broken, corrupted mind, it was so much better than life could have ever offered her.

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Chapter VI

For Factanonverba

Featuring Mahiri

It was so unlike the doberman to be this flirty. Mahiri had to admit she was enjoying it. From those flirty looks and comments over the campfire, he'd progressed to luring her away somewhere private where he could wrap her up in his mighty grip. The big doggy had her making all sorts of rumbly sounds for him. Had he been working out? More than usual anyway. He'd always been a big strong stud, but there was something truly incredible about how effortlessly he lifted her up, scooping beneath her arms to smooch her up against a tree. It was all done without so much as speaking, but by the way she was groping him right back, clinging to him, deeply kissing his lips as they pressed their muzzles together, she liked every single moment of it. A needy sensation came over her to be handled so confidently by her usually uncertain friend. She always knew he had it in him to take control like this - but what had changed, exactly?

Well, his tongue had, for certain. Once she had it in her mouth, all she could do was lean back and let him taste her all over. From slipping across her own, to curling into her cheeks, rubbing along the back of her teeth, he was incredibly thorough, operating that slurper with the kind of dexterity than she never knew a dog could have. Her toes were barely touching the ground, the tree behind her straining for how much power there was pressed up against her cushy body. Just to ensure nothing about their makeout session was remotely subtle, she went ahead and just started thrusting against him, showing her indisputable approval, helping things get lewder and lewder with every moment. She really didn't care if they were still within earshot of the camp. Anyone could have unzipped their tent right then and seen them. By some of the sounds coming from there, they weren't the only ones getting intimate that evening anyway.

When they broke from that deep kiss, Mahiri's muzzle was all nicely coated in spit. Plenty of it was her own. She licked her lips and looked into the dobie's eyes, catching a glimpse of something extra shiny, something shimmering in the moonlight that she'd never seen before. He was a changed canine, but she still wasn't sure exactly how. When he let her down from that pinning embrace, he took firm hold of her hand, and squeezed, offering a smile.

"I wanna show you something," he said, his voice low and mysterious. She liked it.

"Show me what? Mm, wait. You probably shouldn't tell me. That would ruin it."

"Mmhmm. It's a surprise. All you have to do is follow me, and you'll see."

He turned away from her, casually starting to strip from his clothing as he vanished into the trees. She was soon looking over the muscular contours of his back, and then of course his butt. Getting out of those pants took a few hops while he went, but otherwise he was just strolling along, acting as casual as ever. If she wanted to see more, she was going to have to pursue him. Of course it was an easy decision. Off she went, stepping off into the chilly woods but keeping unusually warm. Such was the power of being horny, she figured. She rumbled all the way as she chased him in silence, finding him moving every bit as quietly as her. That was unusual. She was used to being the quiet, sneaky one, but that big, formally lumbering canine was moving without making a single sound. Had he grown somehow much nimbler in the past few weeks? Something was up, even strange, but she wasn't worried. All she could think about was how those changes would affect how he could fuck. It was hard to think straight when she was getting that wet and heated. That included considering the fact that they were wandering out in the dark into a place where neither of them had ever been, well away from anyone who might have heard them yowl and shriek in the night, much less call for help. Maybe the danger just made it more exciting for her.

"Okay but I have to ask," she fussed once she caught up to him a good, quiet clearing between the dense trees. "What have you been doing? You seem so ... different tonight."

"I guess I've just been making some improvements. With a little help." His smile was as cryptic as ever. "Maybe I can help you improve too."

"Well now you're sounding a bit cultish, but, still hot," she teased.

"It's better if I just show you. No sense standing around talking when we're feeling like this." He gave a low growl, just a playful one, then took on step towards her.

She mirrored him, getting closer, reaching out to stroke his chest, but she never got that far. From seemingly dormant to fully dominant, he moved faster than even her feline eyes could track. First he was in front of her, and then he was on top of her. There was no transition, no visible pounce. He simply took her to the ground, pinning her on the forest floor, and clutched her by the shoulders while staring deep into her eyes. Not that she was to be outdone. She wasn't going to just lie there and let him show off. Throwing her arms around his neck, she swiftly snapped her thighs around his waist, clinging to him, grinding up against his bulge, letting the feeling of his filled-out sheath press against the outline of her pussy. Even through the barriers of fabric between them, they could feel the heat emanating from one another. Humping, grinding, soaking in each other's scents, they sniffed, they licked, they nibbled. Tristan found a spot on one of the leopard's perked ears to lightly chomp, and in return, he felt her teeth gnawing along his collarbone, then up to his neck. The rumbling leopardess was as feisty as ever. He knew how to calm her down.

Mahiri was getting too deeply into her heated state to really think about the details. She felt him tugging at her clothes, though it made no sense for her to be naked that quickly. It was like they simply vanished from her spotty form. She didn't care. All she did was squeeze him harder in a nearly crushing grip of her juicy thighs, making it hard for him to move as freely as he might have liked. A fat doggy dick with a thick, well-formed knot swelled up taut at the base of his dick, and she needed it. Immediately. Smacking her clit up against the tip, she did her best to guide him home, but his muscular bulk atop her ensured she couldn't move too much. The best she could manage was to writhe and grind, clenching up tight before he even entered her, deafening him and all the poor forest animals around them as he finally pointed that doggy dick between the folds of her sweltering, slathered pussy, delving inside with a smooch schlick.

It was a blur of pleasure and sensation, but for once, she didn't feel the urge to take control or offer any sort of feedback. All she did was cling to him, trusting him to give her the pleasure and release her body so badly craved. She clawed his back, and he just gave her a growl of approval, opening up those jaws wide and going for her throat. Tendering nibbling on that sensitive place was enough to suppress her most ferocious of squirms, at least. Though it didn't make her any quieter. He could feel the vibrations against his teeth, those throaty snarl-purrs escaping her while he sank down to that plump knot and started to thump the leopard into the grass and dirt. That solid thud came wet and deep, sending jiggles through her body. The bounce and sway of those great big kitty tits was always just as satisfying to Mahiri as it was to whoever was fucking her.

"Unnf, Tristan ... been practising? Who's the lucky lady?"

"You'll see," he said, and left it at that.

She would have asked more questions but her voice was swiftly busy with the screamy noises of a horny cat getting exactly what she needed. Her voice seemed almost to echo back to her in the night. Or was that another satisfied feline out there in the dark, having just as good a time as her? Almost as good anyway. The leopardess went from tensely aroused to delightedly indulged, tightening around that driving dobie dick, kissing his swollen knot with the puffy lips of her cunt, leaking a mess of lusty juices that streamed down to the base of her tail, or splashed out across the fluffy white inside of her thighs. He milked the fluids from her just as he drove the mrowls from her throat, moving those powerful hips, working that fine ass up and down while she pressed her paws against the muscular cheeks to help give him just that much more leverage. It had only been a few minutes since they were flirting and kissing, and they were already in the midst of a wild fuck session. Bouncing, grinding, pumping that canine cock in and out of the perfectly tight feline pussy, they huffed and bit and clawed their way to shared ecstasy one rutting stroke at a time.

With all four limbs wrapped tight around the big dog and her eyes shut tight, Mahiri didn't notice anything actually different about the doberman while they wetly fucked the night away. She was deep in the blur of pleasure, but part of her still wondered how he'd managed to get her clothes off so easily. It wasn't until she heard those new growls over the steady plap of knot and nuts alike to her pussy and butt that she actually opened her eyes. The moonlight was glaring to her feline gaze, but there was no mistaking it. Tristan was more than just a dog by then. He was sharper. Wilder. His eyes had gone from their usual golden brown to something more like a blazing, unnatural yellow, luminescent in a way that was hardly natural. And then there were those fangs. They interlocked together in a savage grin so much more fearsome than anything the gentle doggy had ever shown her. Though the horns were what really made it obvious.

"Unngh, Tristan ... you're different. And it ..." She had to stop in the middle of her half-whimpered words to give a sharp yowl that soon slid down smoothly into a shaky, breathy moan. "It feels goooood."

While her voice was barely coherent, his remained steady and unwavering, even as he pumped his hips and fucked that cat at a ruthless pace that bordered on brutal. It stayed that way even as he kept on pounding into her and letting his knot catch within her clenching confines only to yank it back with a messy squelch that sent another spatter of juices over both their bodies.

"I wanted to show you what I can do. What I can give you. All you have to do is accept it ..."

"Unh, I don't, I ... accept what exactly?" she managed to murmur out, before adding in a desperately groaned urging. " ... Don't stop."

He didn't. His body was tireless, with seemingly an infinite amount of energy to expend. He was so strong, and his cock drove into her in all the right ways. That she had yet to gush for him was truly perplexing. But she could feel it building. Rather than release it all in one go, she was getting tighter, wetter, hotter, clenching up in such ways that her whole body was flexing in odd ways. Her muscles were beyond her control by then, and so was her orgasm. It was his to give to her whenever he wanted. All he had to do was stuff that thick knot inside her, make the tie, and fill her with his cum. That seed was surely at least a little corrupted, judging by his appearance, but she absolutely refused to let him shoot it anywhere but inside her.

"Let me change you. Just a little. It'll be a sample of what you can truly have if you merely accept the gift I can give you. Just like she gave me."

"Still, nnnnf, still not sure what you - RRRR"

She wanted to protest a little more, but she suddenly erupted mid-sentence with a throaty snarl that built sharply to a screech and then finally a proper, if slightly choked roar. He interrupted her with a thunk of his knot, stretching her out and making her pull up snug around the sudden bulge embedded in her pussy. That much pressure sent her over the edge in an instant, leaving her convulsing in a leg-twitching, heart-pounding, fang-bearing climax that squirted as hard as he came for her. All that cum, all that thick, rich dobie seed shot straight up into her womb. He didn't waste a drop, sealing it all inside, pumping it and pumping it in a steady flow while his balls flexed hard up against her cunt. Creaming the noisy kitty full of corrupted canine spunk was a steamy hot process, leaving him snarling in her face right back, showing her a flash of those demonically enhanced fangs. She could be every bit as intimidatingly sexy as him. All she had to do was say yes. But for those seconds that turned to minutes, it was all about staying locked together in wordless rapture, cumming, squirting, writhing together as their bodies shared in something so much better than a simple climax. It was enough to leave even a resilient feline like her whimpering and numb, her eyes all watery as if she might get emotional about just how good he made her feel.

"You see? There's so much pleasure on this dark path." He smiled. His fangs were still visible, protruding over his lips, but he somehow still managed to look like the gentle, trustworthy doggy he'd always been. "It sounds scary when I say it like that. But it's really not. Everything feels so good - and you'll be among pleasant company, too. All you need to do is lie back, and let me give you a nice deep kiss. You'll know when it's working."

"Mmmm, hold on." Mahiri knew demon stuff when she heard it, and she was in a far too orgasmic state to make any important decisions about her eternal soul with a clear head. "I know it means for good sex. But what else is there? Sell me on this one here, Tristan."

The dobie looked visibly taken aback. He'd been firm with anticipation, still pumping a few thin strands of his cum into her thoroughly sloshed womb, but that was when he ceased. Slowly pulling back, he loosened his knot from the vice-grip of her pussy, making her yowl out a moment as he yanked himself free. A torrent of dobie jizz splashed up and then down again, pooling between her thighs, running down the spots of her asscheeks while she rumbled there on the ground.

"Hmm. You're more stubborn than I expected. But you're a cat. I should have known." When he stuck his tongue out at her, she got a good look at its new, elongated and forked form. Though the tilt of his head he gave her was pure doggy, as ever. "Permit me to give you a little sample? I want to show you the freedom you can have with me, and all the others. The total control over your body, and everything you are ..."

"That sounds like a bad idea. But I've already come this far." She winked at him. "Of all the people to get demon-corrupted, I never thought it'd be you who got it first."

Tristan looked slightly stunned that she'd figured it out so easily. He quickly shrugged it off, sounding pleased with himself. "It's always who you don't expect. Now, let me show you how easy it is to control the flesh, when you're like me ..."

He reached a hand out like a faith healer, though what he was about to do was far from holy. She felt the strangest tingles coming over her, working between her thighs, making her almost want to giggle with the slightly ticklish sensation. It was over quickly, and at first, she wasn't entirely sure what had changed. That much became obvious when she felt the first throb. Rather than her cum-filled pussy, a solid slab of a glossy black cock pulsed up between her thighs, already spurting a thin rope of precum straight up into the air, only to splatter back down on her newly engorged nuts. All the jizz he'd put inside her was now part of a brewing cumshot, one that left her biting her lower lip, squirming on the spot, curling her toes and balling her firsts, barely able to take the newfound tension that quaked through her whole form.

"Ohhh, that's what you mean ..." she musically moaned, closing her eyes just to appreciate the sensations for a few moments.

"Mmhm. You can go back anytime you like, too. And any other modifications you want to make, it's up to you. Anything you want to be, just like that."

"That's a pretty good deal. Alright. Maybe I'll say yes." She slowly sat up, flinching with every throb as if the feeling of being so horny like that genuinely shocked her. "But first. You are going to let me use this, right?"

Tristan didn't hesitate. He slowly laid himself back, his knotted cock pressing against his belly, his knees up and thighs parted to give her an obvious landing zone for when she was ready to pounce.

"Of course. What kind of demon-convert would I be if I wasn't open-minded to all sorts of pleasures of the flesh?"

"There's something about that word ..." Mahiri muttered, her memory sparked by something. She shook it off in time, and instead turned her attention back to that big, sexy stud of a demondog laying all sprawled out and ready for her. "You're mine, dobie."

Pouncing down atop him, she found herself gifted already with greater strength than ever before. It was enough to easily pin him, or maybe he was just going along with it. Either way, she felt powerful, potent, like she could do absolutely anything that popped into her head. Right then, all she wanted was to fuck, to mount and breed like she'd always been built for this. She found herself snug between the handsome dog's thighs, pushing him down flat and pressing into his chest, using her weight to hold him down as best she could. Pressing her tits into his face was something he greeted with an eagerly slurping tongue, laying his head into her cleavage, nuzzling there as he licked. And eventually, though her time with a fat dick was less than a minute, she found her target. She'd always known how to do this, somehow. And she pushed forth with ease and confidence, spreading that tight male rump out around her inches as she sank into his body, feeling herself enveloped in his clenching warmth. Her only hope was that it felt just as good to fuck her as it did to sink her dick down to the short nub of the dobie's tail.

Slapping her balls against his butt was the kind of delight that she had to stop and savour for a while. That solid smack was such a delight. She loved the sound it made. Drawing back, her sole pursuit became hearing it again, and again. She fucked down hard into that tight dog, and was pleasantly surprised to find he could handle every single stroke, no matter how hard and imprecise she was about it. Rutting him like a big cat would, she leaned in close and nipped along his pointed ears, keeping his pointed muzzle engulfed between her breasts, immersed in her cleavage while he slathered them with her tongue. Eventually he found his way to one of her teats and latched on for a good sucking, but she wasn't going to let that distract her. She stayed steady and snarling, letting her fangs shine in the moonlight as she launched into a relentless pace of plapping those fine, muscular doberman haunches, shaking Tristan's muscular body with every stroke. The more she fucked him, the harder she wanted to pound, and his altered form endured all her roughness, all her feline feistiness, no matter how hard she spanked him with that juicy new nutsack of hers.

"Nngh, you see? You see now? It feels amazing to embrace every pleasure, every feeling that's possible to have. No more boundaries, no more limits ..."

That he managed to profess to her the goodness of being bad even while she was going her very best to fuck him senseless was impressive enough. She kept her spotty ass working up and down, lashing her tail about with every thrust, making her nuts swing and slap without worrying about hurting herself. She felt invincible, like she had infinite sexual stamina and lust to go with it. But she had to end it somewhere. Building, filling, tensing up, she felt her balls outright expanding with the amount of cum she was churning up for Tristan. She was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to work like that, but what did she know? Her body wasn't normal anymore, and neither was his. Some of that spunk pumping her balls taut was his, but plenty of it was her own, growing thicker, hotter, as she thumped down into that tight ring. His inner muscles hugged her in all the right ways, squeezing, milking, draining her, almost demanding that she finished inside her. As much as she would have loved to savour the feeling of claiming such a big strong male with her shiny new dick for a little while longer, she had to give in, had to embrace the pleasure, had to feel what it was like to cum inside someone for the very first time.

As confident and snarly as she'd been up to that point, she couldn't hold it together when she felt it start. Was this really how it felt to fill someone up with spunk? She was rolling her eyes back, flopping her tongue out, drooling on the grass just above the tit-smothered dog's head. Her tail whipped through the air with audible whooshes as she tensed all over, arching her back like a frightened housecat. Her balls thrummed and swelled, plumping up to a perfectly round state for one more sloshing thud against Tristan's ass, and then there came that glorious, mind-consuming release. She heard it spraying out of her, that satisfying glsssh of leopard cum shooting up into the corrupted doberman, filling his backside, his belly, making her dick flex and bulge with the force of milking it all out. It stuffed him and it flowed from him, coursing down her nuts as she made him jostle with the sheer amount of seed she'd given him. Her climax lasted for near a minute, cock flexing her to numbness after such a prolonged dose of ecstasy. When she finally came crashing back down from that mountaintop, she flopped on him, keeping him pressed to her heaving chest, sweating just a little to add to the scent of sex that washed out into the forest. Surely they'd defiled the ground there for good by committing such a demonic act in that natural place.

They dwelt in that moment for a while, but Tristan was eager to make the jump. He was never forceful or aggressive. For someone supposedly demon-corrupted, he was so strangely gentle, reaching out to wrap his hands around her shoulders, squeezing, lightly pulling, guiding her down to his lips. She pulled her breasts from his face and looked him in the eye a while. He was so much more imposing than before, looking like he was merely wearing the doberman for an outfit as those more demonic features pushed through from beneath. A second pair of eyes above the first appeared then, narrow and colourless, gazing at her. His jaws were lined with spikes, with deadly blades that curved inwards as if to beckon to the void within. And his tongue moved all on its own, refusing to follow the rules of muscular limits, bending and twisting up towards her muzzle until it could wriggle along her left cheek, laying a line of shiny drool along her fur.

"Kiss me. Give in. We both need this ..." he seemed to almost hiss, letting just a little of that more corrupted side leak through his polite demeanour. He was drooling for her soul, slavering over her face, puffing hot steam over her slickened features.

She didn't ask any more questions. Pushing down against his lips, she met his fangy grin as best she could. He took that smooch right over, clutching at the cat with a certain kind of hunger she never expected from him. If it even was him anymore. She felt her tongue push into her mouth, and then down her throat, wriggling as it penetrated her gullet deeply enough to bulge her white neckfur. More than anything, she felt him latching to her, and not just in the sense of a deep kiss. Something was being loosened from her, pried up from her depths, leaving her feel at the same time so very empty and liberated. It was like a great weight being lifted from her chest as he tugged that something out of her, starting to audibly gulp and guzzle it down his own throat while they stayed locked there in that forbidden kiss, her transformed cock plunged deep inside him, cum trickling down along the underside of his short tail. He was engorged with the energy he drained from her, stretching his gullet around the shimmery shape of a leopardess in soul form, consuming that spiritual self whole with hungering squeezes of his throat. Running his tongue and teeth along the distorted features of her luminescent curves, he fed that part of Mahiri into his jaws, tasting her, savouring her whenever he could, but mostly devouring her whole like a ravenous, starving animal.

"Yessssss ..." came his voice, distorted, crackled, as if coming through an old speaker. It sounded so strangely familiar to Mahiri, reminding her of something else, someone else. But she wasn't sure who.

The doberman sat up sharply, leaving her to slowly pull from him as he eased her back with a commanding but careful shove. She fell to her rump, her cock still pushing up stiff and ready as if she hadn't just pumped a thick cumshot inside the big dog. There was no question. She was ready for more. And the strange sensations inside her weren't making her change her mind about that. She was content to be handled by him for the moment, even when he moved to take her more dominantly, seizing control and turning her over, offering her a growl that almost sounded like a warning. It persisted into his words.

"You have to ... you have to look away. I can feel it ... I feel so strong, so wild ... " he rumbled, snorting like a werewolf, shuddering all over. "Just close your eyes and let the pleasure take control ..."

It didn't seem like the best idea. Nothing she had done in the past few minutes did. Or had it been hours? Those hazy, half-remembered climaxes seemed so long ago, and yet the ecstasy was still tingling through her veins. She slowly flicked her tail back and forth, wondering just how much different she really was. There was something changed inside her, for certain. Sensations of heat like none she'd ever felt moved throughout her innards. Maybe it was just some sort of upset stomach. But it was too pleasant to be that. She could ponder what it meant to give her soul to a corrupted canine later. By the barking, the jaw-clenching snarling, and even the occasional howling going on just behind her, something was happening to him. His first taste of a soul - presumably - and he was going through some sort of thrashing, chomping, drooling fit. The urge to look back at him was strong, but somehow she resisted. It was the last temptation she'd ever have to resist again.

When he quieted down, he came snarly up behind her on heavy paws. He wasn't walking on two feet anymore. She could distinctly hear four of them coming down on the solid ground as he pushed his muzzle beneath her tail. Sniffing there a while, he set to slurping, licking up and down her balls, then her taint, before finally settling on her rim. Slathering it up with a thick, sloppy tongue was the kind of thing that got her arching her back, lifting her butt up high, lowering her head to the ground. It was just natural to take that presenting position when he was making her feel so good. And that was exactly what he needed her to do so he could properly mount her. She saw two forepaws planted on either side of her head, narrowly missing stepping on her hair, and she felt the powerful body of a feral doberman on her back, keeping her pinned beneath his bulk. Somehow he was even stronger as a beast than he'd been as a regular person.

By the green, glowing reflection on the grass before her, there was even more going on behind her than she knew. The sounds he was making were far from normal. Those weren't the usual growls, or even snarls. He shrieked and howled and even roared like a true hellhound as he let his cock rub up and down against the places he'd just licked, adding to the mess of spit with a generous slather of precum. It shot from him with every flex of his fattened dick. That knot was bigger than it had ever been, an intimidating bulb of pulsing, possessive girth. And just to be absolutely certain she couldn't get away from his monstrous, transformed self, there came the creeping touch of a dozen writhing appendages running down her sides and curling about her belly and her breasts. They bound her close to his body, coiling around her features tight enough to leave her slightly short of breath. That didn't matter anymore. She existed for little more than pleasure, and she was about to get it in the form of that thumping doggy dick pushing up against the tight ring between her cheeks. It was time for her to find out what a proper prostate massage felt like.

Sinking in deep with the help of the spectacularly slick precum shooting from his dick, he penetrated her in a single wild, lusty motion. His hips were pumping rapidly already, stuffing another few inches inside her only to yank back out, thumping, humping, taking her like a horny dog without any sort of care for accuracy. It was just thrust, thrust, thrust, pure animal lust being poured out on the captive and constricted cat. Each of those tentacles squeezed her like a serpent, slick and slimy over their entire surface area. So too was the canine's extended tongue, slipping and sliding along the back of her neck before curling up around one of her cheeks. She really had no choice but to start sucking it down, swallowing it, letting it play in her throat and plunge even deeper, fucking her just as hard as that fat dog dick jammed up inside her clenching ass. She felt it pressing a pleasure button she'd never had before, but she refused to believe it could ever feel that good for any male. This was something even better. Her body was open and transformed, even if not visibly, ready to accept every single drop of bliss the rutting dog could give her.

He drooled into her mouth as he tongue-fucked her gullet and humped her ass down to the knot with a solid thud. Every spank of balls she'd given him was returned to her tenfold as he came down faster, harder, squeezing her tight to keep her exactly where he wanted her, manipulating her muscles so she clenched down on his dick in just the right way. That let him plunge her as deeply as he could go without forcing that knot up inside her just yet. She'd already taken it once that evening, but it was bigger than ever, and ramming up against the entrance to a tighter hole. That didn't dissuade him in the slightest. He squeezed her in the grip of his tentacles, pushed his tongue into her belly, and plapped that cat ass until she could barely feel her spotty cheeks. Just that muscular doberman coming down on her again and again, the strange, ghostly luminescence surrounding the scene, his voice becoming even more feral, more demonically distorted, howling out like an entire pack was crying out in delight directly into her ear.

She could only last so long like that. There was no communicating with her throat stuffed so full, and no holding back and orgasm when he brutalized her button over and over. Eventually his forceful grinding got his knot part way past her tight ring of resistance, only to pop right back and try again a split second later. A solid slam, and he got it all the way inside, letting her seal up tight around its massive shape, squeezing him, milking him, practically begging him to cum without using a single word. Those tentacles gripped her, kneaded her, groped her up and down as if each one had its own mind, its own desires, pressing into the places where she was plush, feeling her up with that slippery embrace. When they dipped down to her cock, coiling all about her inches, giving that shaft an extra glossy look with that slippery massage, she couldn't hold back. Her cock erupted in that writhing grasp, going off like an explosive device, spraying her surroundings in fresh cat cum. It poured across the ground when it didn't splatter her belly, or her breasts, those swaying tits wobbling up and down to the point of smacking her under the chin for how hard the dog was fucking her. Just because he'd knotted her didn't mean he was done. Pushing a paw onto the back of her head, he slowly withdrew his tongue from her mouth and instead wrapped it around her throat, choking the gasps out of her, suppressing her triumphant roar. All she could do was wheeze and shiver as she unloaded spurt after spurt of seed thanks to that driving doggy dick. There was no end to her orgasm in sight.

Finally, when she was a mewling, drooling kitty, barely able to hold onto her own consciousness, pinned down to the ground beneath that massive paw, feeling his claws pressing to her skull, he gave her what she needed. She felt the heat beneath her tail, the desperate, squeezing tension that came not just with the prolonged cumshot hosing from her shaft, but by that blazing, needy lust she felt radiating through her rump. It was the kind of feeling that could have convinced her to beg for it, feeling every bit as intense as the desires that ruined her when she was in heat. She knew he couldn't breed her butt, but that didn't stop her from feeling like he could. They were demons now. Or something like it. Anything was possible if they fucked hard enough. That haunting howl sounded like it'd been run through several layers of audio processing, more artificial than natural. He was no beast of the woods, he was a monster, a horror from hell itself thanks to his corruption, and he was cumming inside her.

She felt that knot swelling up even fatter, somehow getting more solid as it pressed against all her sensitive places at once. It was like one climax collided with another as the spunk burst from her cock, splashing everything beneath her, soaking up into a puddle around her head and splayed out hair. Even more potent was his own. His balls pressed tight to hers, flexing, twitching, jumping up and down with his leg-curling, howling blaze of a peak, shooting her full of his cream, of his corrupted demon seed as if just to seal the deal. He'd already taken her soul. But this was to ensure she was all his, bound by their unholy contract, signing it in cum. His knot held fast, ensuring she kept all that mess inside her, growing, sloshing, swelling, her gut sagging down with the rounded, wobbling weight that bloated her. He fucked her ass full of his jizz until she could taste it, a trickle running from her open mouth as he left her groaning and faintly rowling there, slowly sinking down beneath him, unable to move or think as she experienced afterglow even while she still wasn't done emptying her pulsing nuts.

Getting down atop her, he laid his weight on her spotty back and panted with deep, scraping, heaving breaths. Those weren't ordinary dobie sounds. She still didn't know what he looked like there atop her, knot wedged in her ass, but she wasn't thinking about that or anything else. Feeling as content as she was, she might have drifted off, if it wasn't for the presence of another figure stepping from a hidden place in the trees. Mahiri's instincts lit up all at once just to see the paws of the approaching someone. Scanning up along that naked body, taking in the stripes, the curves, the fat cock much like hers but so much bigger, the extra-hefty jiggling tits that were visibly leaking a bit of milk, or whatever came out of demons - she knew. It was her. The one she always half-remembered, feeling her drawing closer but forgetting the most obvious signs shortly after she'd seen them. Mahiri had known the demoness was coming for her for a while. She just pushed it from her mind, right up to the point she was caught.

"Good boy," Shirazi said, the hyena kneeling down before the dog atop the fallen leopard.

She ran her claws along the dog's head, scritched him behind the ear, then took hold of Mahiri's chin. Tilting her head up to gaze into those terribly imposing red eyes, she put on her most fiendish grin.

"Such a good catch you've made, my pet. I have been after her for so long. And now you two are bound, almost like one. Such souls you shall slurp together. Such -"

She interrupted herself with a sudden outburst of vicious cackling, that depraved 'ehehehe' making Mahiri feel like she was losing her mind for every moment she was forced to hear it. Yet she couldn't help but find the demoness mesmerizing. Her curves were plump, her fur looked so incredibly soft. And she felt as if she was destined to come under her care. Bumping back at Tristan's knot was the most she could manage as thanks for the help to find her true purpose. Dog and cat, together under their new mistress, soulless and corrupted. Everything was going to feel so good from then into eternity.

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Chapter VII

For Tyrantlord26

Featuring Senka

Underneath the layers, on the floor beneath the floor, the basement of the basement, where the rusted things dripped in the hollow and the dark, Sal awoke from her brief slumber to find herself alone. Her friends were gone, along with the comfort of the campsite and the moon. The only sound was the distant chug of some infernal engine, an unseen wheel turning, turning, powered by a machine she couldn't fathom. It was wet down there in that lonely place. The smell of dust and rust pervaded as she picked herself up from the puddle in which she awoke. That water smelled like it had been down there a long time. She wondered how long it had been since anyone had set foot down there. It felt like it could have been years.

As for how she'd managed to wake up there, she had no idea. There weren't many logical explanations. She'd never thought herself a sleepwalker, and her friends were far from the type who might consider this a harmless prank. Something had happened while she slept, something terrible. This didn't look like the kind of place she might find in the woods. Maybe somewhere deep inside, buried and abandoned so long ago, fallen into disrepair, but even then. Shouldn't she have remembered stepping into an old building like that? Tentatively padding forwards, she felt the building seemingly shifting beneath her feet. If she didn't know any better she might have said it was breathing. One slow, shuddering groan inwards, holding it in silence, letting the tension build, and then releasing. The floor rumbled beneath her as she fumbled in the dark, her only guidance a single naked lightbulb swinging back and forth somewhere on the distant ceiling. It flickered as the basement groaned around her.

That was when the fear set in. It crawled over her naked body like a hundred groping tendrils, violating her, making her feel so very exposed, vulnerable, helpless. A sense of danger seemed to hit her from all sides, as if radiating from the walls themselves. The walls were thick with dread, and in the shadows of that shifting light, she glimpsed so many shapes, so many silhouettes that could have been some manner of creature. It was probably just old, abandoned equipment. She tip-tapped along, claws faintly scraping along the cold concrete floor, nervously swishing her tail as she tried to make sense of that strange, underground place. The echoes of her every footstep came back to her twice over, speaking of a structure that simply went on, and on. She felt as if she might never find an exit, that one door might lead to another just like it, and then another still. But there was only one way to figure that out for sure. Pressing on with her eyes narrowed, squinting in the near-darkness, she adventured on in search of a way to get back to her friends before it was too late.

She resisted the urge to glance over her shoulder every three seconds. If something was following her, then it was doing so in complete silence. Pushing through the creaking, swinging door into something like an old kitchen, she moved along some cracked tiles in search of a way forth. Another door, and it might have been a dining room, with scattered chairs and a table or two still in working order. There was something faintly coherent about that place, something that even seemed strangely familiar, but nothing quite identified where she was. When she moved to a third door, she gasped at how cold it felt to the touch. An icy chill overtook her just to lay her hands upon the handle, but it didn't look like any sort of freezer or the like. Maybe that was just the air outside, gone frigid while she slept. Maybe that was the way out. Swinging it open with her heart suddenly thumping in anticipation, her hopes sank to see nothing waiting for her on the other side but another hallway. At least this one was different.

Gone were the bare concrete walls, replaced by something more crude. The hall was more like a tunnel carved out of solid rock, a cavernous passage stretching out farther than her eyes could see. Every ten steps or so there was another swaying light fixture, each of them identical, flickering in sync. The dust danced through the air beneath them, and the air never got any warmer. There was nowhere else to go but forward, even if she suspected it might have taken her even deeper into the labyrinthine basement. A splash beneath her feet echoed up the tunnel, bouncing back and forth between the constricting walls. She was used to feeling a little large in some places, but this was just excessive. Her shoulders remained tense as she scrunched herself up tight to keep from scraping against the bare rock. Adding claustrophobia on top of the constant fear meant she was shivering her way down that hall, feeling the urge to turn around, but no matter what she did, she could not will herself to look back. The sense that something bad might happen if she didn't stay focused on the path ahead, no matter how horrifying each step felt.

It shouldn't have been so scary. It was just a hallway, just a tunnel towards what she hoped might be an exit. There was light, however faint. Though every flicker made her heart beat just a little harder at the prospect of ending up in the complete darkness, somewhere far, far down where no one could hear her. The sound of machinery was getting closer with her every step. So too was that of a strange, artificial sort of breathing. She wondered if it was maybe water in some nearby pipes, or the wind hitting the old structure strangely. If she was even in a building and not some sort of strange bunker. It didn't matter. Forward, forward, down that unchanging hallway, pushing deep into the tunnel without any sign of the end. Nothing could stop her then, with fear fuelling her determination, except perhaps for the sound of a voice. She finally knew for sure that something had been following her when she heard its song.

That the unseen stalker could sing so sweetly was of little comfort to Sal. She froze up on the spot, feeling as if she'd been encased in ice as soon as she heard the first note. A woman's gentle voice sang a wordless melody as if to comfort, those sweetened syllables coming up closer and closer to the terrified sergal. And with the approach of the musical one in the basement, the lights flickered nearly to darkness, and then blew out, one by one. At first she saw it in the distance, the sudden flash and then the blackness, followed by another going dull. They kept on like that until there was only one above her. The way forward was gone, and the way back meant running into whoever it was behind her. She held still as if she thought the figure's vision might have been motion-based, but that did nothing to cease the singer's approach. A cool scent came along with those wet, closing footsteps, falling heaving on the floor. When the siren in the darkness laid a hand upon her shoulder, Sal felt the trickle of some sort of slime running into her fur. The one behind her was a wet thing, a dripping thing, a nightmare in an unknown place. And by that forceful grip, she had no choice but to turn and see her.

The beast of many eyes smiled a razor grin towards the sergal. Though her body might have been broad and matronly, sleek with slick curves glistening beneath the weakened light, her face was all nightmare. She was a slime-clad horror from which the music emerged - but her mouth never moved while she sang to Sal. It was more as if she'd simply swallowed a recording, one that played from the white glow of her open throat beyond those many teeth. A tongue lashed in and out as if sampling her scent, and her grip remained solid on the sergal's shoulder. The fright was already there, but Sal's body wasn't yet ready to go into full panic. To truly comprehend fear of such magnitude, she needed time to let it build, let it marinate in her mind as she took in the terrible glory of the nightmare that stood before her. Every moment she stood watching her was one she understood the creature a little better, simply by being in her presence. And that was the most terrifying thing of all.

" ... Senka," she softly said once the word came to her tongue. She knew the name of the monster, somehow. It felt as if she always had.

Senka gave her a breathy sign, slumping her shoulders down as if in relief. The tunnel sighed with her, undulating as if given life by her presence.

"Yes. It is me, my sweet one. Mama's here."

When she reached out her second hand to take hold of the sergal, Sal finally found herself able to move once more. She recoiled in horror, snapping away from that slippery grip, stumbling back. Then she fell. The floor was supposed to be there. It had been, moments ago. Instead, she was plunging into the void, descending with a scream as if to fall right into the centre of the earth. Her throat grew ragged from the cries as she plummeted into nothingness. There was nothing to grab onto, but she reached out anyway, and that was when she felt Senka grasp her, catch her. Though she must have fell a hundred feet or more, Senka caught her as if she'd been always there, cradled her, pulled her up against her extra soft bosom. The slime clung to Sal's fur as she struggled in that falsely comforting grasp, but she couldn't slip free of that slow, gentle rocking. To think the horror was acting like a mother only added to Sal's terror. Every word of that softly hummed lullaby was madness in her ears. She couldn't shut it out, no matter how much she tried not to listen.

"Silly thing. You could have hurt yourself. Don't worry. I will take good care of you."

That was when the panic truly hit. Sal felt as if she'd had a sudden revelation, a sudden realization of just how much danger she was in. It was more than simply pain or death she feared. Senka could do so much worse to her than that. Things she never even knew were possible, could never have fathomed before she met that eldritch thing in the forbidden place, were becoming clear inside her terror-gripped mind. There was only the void around them then, total darkness but for the glow of those many eyes and that ever-present smile. She had nowhere to go. Yet she fought anyway, desperately shoving at the big, pillowy bosom of the living horror, trying to squirm and struggle out of Senka's arms. As gentle as the embrace might have felt, Sal could do nothing to loosen it, to budge those entwining arms and slide down to the ground. If it even existed anymore. She might have just fallen forever if the nightmare let her go.

Apparently there was some solid surface beneath them, for it was just enough for Senka to kneel down and lay her out on her back beneath her, looming above the whole time. She didn't let go. Grasping the sergal by the shoulders, she let Sal struggle and kick against her body briefly, holding that ever-present smile, her face more a mask than a living thing, never changing, simply turning this way and that as if to gaze at her captive from every angle. Then she softly laughed, the sound echoing out and returning back, over and over. A low, deep rumble of amusement, it amplified each time it returned, until it was blaring in Sal's ears, taking her from struggling to simply grasping at her skull to try to withstand the aural assault.

Worse still was the splurching, the slick and slimy sounds of Senka's every movement as she pushed Sal down between her heavy thighs and left her basking in the eldritch scent of a nightmare's arousal. The sergal's sight was overwhelmed with the contours of Senka's plump pussy, the juices raining down in steady strings upon her face, coating her in lusty dampness unlike any she had ever felt. When it slipped past her lips between gasps, the wet flavour overwhelmed her with sensations, yet seemed to taste like nothing in particular.

"Now, don't squirm so much, sweetie. I'll make sure nothing can ever hurt you. You'll always be safe inside of me."

Sal found herself devoid of a voice when she tried to scream. It wasn't that she was muffled. She simply couldn't make any sound at all as that monster pussy pressed down on her face and utterly overtook her features. It was so very plump, so juicy, streaking fluids across her features, burying her in the wetness and the overbearing dark. She did her best to struggle. The creature was so much bigger than her, and stronger too. She fought and she shoved and she squirmed, thrashing as if her obvious objection to that treatment might have somehow dissuaded the living nightmare from doing whatever she wished with her. There was no stopping such the lust from beyond. The unknowable being wanted her, and so she was free to squelch and smother that soaking cunt across the sergal's face, enveloping her whole head with ease, slipping her up inside those squelching depths to grip and embrace her from within. There was no escaping the clamping tug of Senka's tunnel. She squished and squeezed and kneaded her helpless prey into her body, slathering her up with those velvety innards. The fear was far too thick for Sal to appreciate the sensations.

She soon found herself surrounded by the slish and schlorp of those lubricated insides as they worked around her body. The inner muscles were potent enough that Senka could consume her without any extra help. There was no pushing her, no shoving her inside. She let the pleasured contractions of eating the sergal with her pussy do all the work for her. The stretch around her prey's shoulders didn't give her any pause. All slurped in smoothly, burying Sal in the sensory overload of the monster's body. Soon she found herself within that eldritch womb, plunged facefirst into the accommodating chamber, filled with warmth and drenched in juices that soaked her right down to the skin. Senka's soothing scent was everywhere, but to inhale it and feel tempted to calm down only made Sal panic all the more. She was a wriggling fish-serg in the darkness, flopping all about, scrambling her legs along the hard floor, kicking up a fuss with her body if she couldn't protest with her voice. She had a mouth, but she could not scream, parting her lips within the nightmare mother's womb to feel all the silence flowing from her throat, soon replaced by the flood that flowed across her face and ran into her belly. It was so wet in there.

"There we are, my precious girl. You shall be my beloved daughter, always safe inside your caring mama." Senka spoke in a sing-song voice that somehow reached Sal's ears even over the steady schlurrrrp that came with polishing her off, sucking away her thighs, leaving little more than a pair of kicking paws sticking from the monster's sex. "No fear. No screams. No more scary dreams. You are all mine to keep and care for. Rest with me, my sweetest dear."

One more messy clench and Sal was gone. She felt the slime squishing between her toes as she got swallowed up inside the horror, the embodiment of nightmares. Bathing in that scent, that warmth, she felt the temptation to simply give in, to faint and submit to her terrible fate, tucked down in the utter darkness. Once she was fully tucked away, she felt the chamber seal behind her. Somehow she just knew. There was no entrance, no exit, nothing but the smooth, undulating walls around her. They kept her tucked up tight into a ball, bulging in the lower belly of the motherly monster. The creature stroked along the shape of her captive, touching her gently, admiring the outline of the still-struggling sergal beneath her slimy skin.

There was nowhere to go, no one to save her, nothing but the nightmare's embrace forever and ever. The air she breathed remained renewed even in that sealed place, ensuring she couldn't pass out, that she remained lucid and aware of precisely what had happened to her, for every moment, every minute, every hour that rolled by trapped within the singing horror. Such lullabies fell upon Sal's ears tinged with the tiniest trace of maliciousness. No matter how nice Senka might have acted while forcing her inside, Sal knew full well that the creature delighted in the cruelty of consuming her.

It was too much, too terrible, driving her to silent madness as she writhed there in that confining womb. She couldn't settle down no matter how soothing that song might have been. Panic took her over, overloading her mind, making her muscles work all on their own to kick and fight against the oppressive hold of that unyielding chamber. She wasn't sure if it was worse to wonder if she was fading down to nothingness, dying in those depths, or if she might endure forever, never to escape the body of the one who called herself mama. It was all more than her mind could handle, leaving her clutching her head, shaking back and forth, trying to will that new reality out of existence. No, she told herself internally. I won't let this happen, I can't, I can't, I can't, I -

Maybe it was the power of her mind, or maybe it was simply time, but the night air returned to her then. Her eyes shot open to reveal the moonlit confines of the tent. It was much less constrictive than the monster's womb. It was cold there, but she could feel warmth coming from somewhere. There she was again, awake from some terrible nightmare, the haunting smile of her tormentor still burned deep into her mind. She thought about waking up Nova just to talk about what she'd been through, but she couldn't see her. And she couldn't turn her head either. The fright began to creep back into her muscles. Her body was awake, but it wouldn't obey her. She was a prisoner within herself, only able to flit her eyes about the tent, her jaw clenching as if wired shut. Worse than that was the feeling of a presence, of a terrible, dangerous being so very close to her paralyzed body, sitting somewhere just out of sight. She knew the voice as soon as she heard it again.

"Welcome back, dear. It was all just a dream. But don't worry. I'm here for you."

Sal fought so hard to respond, to do so much as even lift her head, but Senka's presence kept her helpless. It was an overwhelming force that clamped down on her every single muscle, keeping them tense but useless, freezing the breath in her lungs. The pounding of her heart came up to her ears, and her eyes remained wide, nearly unblinking as the nightmare revealed herself once more. Sal was permitted just enough movement to gaze upon her eldritch majesty. She was every bit as horrifying as she had been in the dream. The glowing slash of a smile beneath her many eyes, the slime, the shapes, the slippery curves of her mature figure, it was all there. She sat beside Sal in the tent, right atop Nova's empty sleeping bag. Sal felt a flutter of fear to wonder what might have happened to the missing wolfess, but there was nothing she could do about that. If Senka had got her, there was no saving her. She flinched when the monster reached out to stroke her belly, feeling those claws gently gliding along her fur, sharp but harmless.

"You are still afraid. I understand. I am not like you."

That she spoke without moving her mouth only added to the fearful effect. The tentacles that writhed about her head to serve as hair produced strangely musical sounds as they moved, as if someone were plucking the strings of a massive, ancient instrument. Her voice remained calm and soothing as ever, but this time it was actually starting to work on Sal. She looked upon the nightmare come to waking life, and she couldn't help but admire some of those monstrous features. Her eyes darted to the tongue that slipped from one corner of Senka's smiling maw to the other, watching it flick and flex and twist in all manner of strange ways. She wondered how it would feel on her face. And the rest of her. The longer she laid there there considering whether the monster might truly be as kind as she said she was, the more her body began to relax, giving her back control of her limbs, albeit weakly. Senka tipped her head and let her smile broaden at the sight.

"You see? I am not so bad. I only want to make you feel better, and give you lots and lots of lovely kisses. Would you like that, Sal?"

She couldn't say she wouldn't. Literally so, but also deep inside, she knew she wouldn't have refused if she could speak. Her voice was faintly coming back to her. She managed a little murmur as Senka drew close, washing over her with that comfortably wet scent. It was unlike anything else. It invoked memories of places Sal was such she'd never been, burning images of darkened rooms and empty halls deep into her mind, as if each breath were merely sending visual information through a calming aroma. When the nightmare let her tongue slip forth to dance along the sergal's features, Sal flinched, twitched in instinctive fear, and then settled down with an extended sigh. The humid breath upon her face mixed so well with the smooth slather of that eldritch slurper, dancing along her face, treating her to the tingliest of touches. Sal felt those sparks in her scalp, those crackles of pleasure just to be licked and tasted by the kindly horror, left huffing in delight as she listened to the messy noises of that drooly tongue stroking, soaking, gliding along her every detail. Senka worked to ensure that no part of Sal's face remained unslurped, and when she was satisfied with her work, she delved down to work the rest of the sergal's naked body.

It made Sal happy to think that Senka might have found her flavour pleasing. There was still a solid weight of fear upon her chest. Without needing to be shown or told, she simply knew that she was dealing with someone more dangerous than she could ever fully understand. It was more than just the strength, the teeth, the claws. A horrible fate awaited her if Senka willed it, but the monster wanted nothing more than to make her feel good. She felt more relaxed for every lick, for every slobbery, slathering slurp that left her chest coated in the cascading drool that flowed from Senka's glowing maw. It was thick and clinging, much like the nightmare's slime, sinking down into Sal's skin like some sort of healing salve. Maybe it was all okay. She didn't have to worry about anything. Not her friends. Not herself. Not the life she left behind to come out on the camping trip. Everything had been leading up to the moment her unknowable mother found her in the darkness of the forest. There was such power there, so many doorways to other worlds. Only in that place could they finally find each other, after unknowingly searching for so long.

A feeling of awe and adoration began to radiate from Sal as Senka delved down even deeper to taste her in the most intimate of ways. She couldn't express what she felt in words, for there were no words in her language to speak them. All she knew was she was in the presence of someone so much greater than her, and every admiring touch was a blessing bestowed upon her humble self. It was like having a religious experience. She'd finally seen the face of something like a god, and it smiled at her from between her thighs as Senka began to eat her out. That tongue lashed up against her pussy, only to stiffen and plunge deep inside, penetrating her all at once.

Her cries rang out through the tent, all across the campsite. If it was even still there. She felt the world swirling, spinning into darkness all around the two of them as the loving nightmare brought her to something better than just orgasm. To have that tongue wriggling back and forth inside her, stimulating every single nerve at once. A cloud of pleasure came over Sal's thoughts, blocking out everything else to focus on merely feeling good, even when it left her shrieking like she was falling from a tremendous height. Further and further down into the blanked-out void of bliss she went, from nothing more than a wet tongue inside her body, one that fucked her in the most mind-blowing of ways.

It was hard to tell if she'd reached orgasm. There was no peak to that experience. It was simply constant, screaming ecstasy that left her soaked and squirting into that white-light maw, her eyes rolling back and her body left to convulsions as she rocked her way through every moment of prolonged delight that she could possibly manage. Only when she felt on the urge of lunacy did Senka pull back and lick across her clit. Sal's legs twitched so violently she ended up kicking at the monster's sides, but Senka simply laughed that off. That gentle titter was the most delicate of sounds, one that only further the complete adoration Sal felt towards the living horror in her tent. Her vision was partly blurred by the tears of pleasure and joy alike, but she still saw that smiling face through the dampness. Weakly sitting up to be closer, she came into Senka's embrace by her own will, letting the creature hug her, hold her, squeeze her close to that squishy bust and keep her safe. Somehow, she simply knew the words Senka wanted to hear, and she spoke them in her most earnest of tones.

"I love you, mama."

The words felt good coming out of her mouth, her body's pleasure centres lighting up with each one. She would have kept saying them over and over just to hear them if she wasn't so eagerly waiting for Senka's response.

"I love you too, my precious girl. May I ask you something?"

Sal's voice came out as a desperate, breathy moan. "Of course you can. Anything, anything ..."

Senka leaned in close so that she could whisper it. Her every soft-spoken syllable as a succulent gift to Sal's hearing.

"I want to devour you, my precious one. I want to gobble you up and put you in my belly so that I can keep you forever and ever. Would you let me do that? Would you agree to slip and slide down my throat, and curl up in mama's tummy for a nice warm rest? I would be so very happy if you say yes."

Overwhelmed by the desire to please her terrifying mama, Sal could only gasp the words out in shaky need.

"Yes! Yes, yes, please ... please do it. Please eat me, mama ..."

To think that Sal was going to be a part of her loving eldritch mother for all time made it difficult to keep her emotions in check. . She was under no illusions. She knew exactly what she was agreeing to. Once she got gulped down by the nightmare, there was no getting back out. No escapes, no waking up, no second chances. That persistent love she felt reflecting back and forth between the two of them only fuelled her desperation to get eaten alive. Senka truly knew what was best for her, and her new existence, or lack thereof, would be so much better than anything she'd ever experienced on the mortal plane. There was nothing else for her in the world but the waiting light in the back of Senka's throat. She watched it opening up before her eyes, the glow reflecting off her drool-slick features, and in her awe-stricken eyes. It was time to sleep, for real. Not that pale imitation she'd been doing for so many years, every time she closed her eyes.

Slipping between Senka's teeth totally unharmed, she felt herself gliding along that pleasure-bearing tongue and into the hugging tunnel that awaited her. One squeeze on her muzzle and she was already stuck, already overpowered by the strength of Senka's gulping muscles. They ullked and glurked her inwards as the creature softly guided her inside her jaws. Sal was thrumming the whole time. Her body quivered with anticipation, with the knowledge that every moment brought her closer to truly being together with the one she'd so quickly learned to love. She felt the care with which Senka treated her as she swallowed her body whole, kneading her unto that slick gullet, pressing down around her shoulders to ease the tension from them.

The squeeze on her chest and bust brought the air out of her lungs, but that didn't bother her in the slightest. The compressing force of that tube, of that bulging throat filled with colourless light kept Sal soothed all through the process of being the living nightmare's dinner. She felt herself admired every step of the way, whether with Senka's hands giving tender squeezes, or that slickly writhing tongue, or of course the gullet that gave her that warm, relaxing squeezes for every inch of her it claimed.

Gifted with such a delicious, willing treat, Senka couldn't help but gobble just a little. She had been so good about savouring her prey, licking up and down every single inch of Sal's body, soaking her in that soothing saliva that sunk down deep into the sergal's skin, but even she could not hold back forever. Sal considered it a compliment to feel that sudden urgency, that constricting tug and the few shoves of Senka's caressing hands. It felt so good to be wanted like that. Every inch if Senka undulated with desire for the sergal, leaving Sal bathing in the bliss of being devoured. All of her was Senka's. From her face to her chest to her belly, down to her soaking sex and between her thighs.

The nightmare was sure to taste her one last time before tucking her away, stealing away that flavour as thoroughly as her tongue could be. There was hardly a detail of the sergal's body that didn't end up licked by the time she was little more than a pair of toes and the tip of a fluffy tail sticking out from between the monster's jaws. All it took was one more full-body, head-tossing, throat-squeezing, overpowering GULP and Sal was slickly sliding down into mama nightmare's belly, vanishing from the outside world, plunging straight down. It was somehow at the same time the most exhilarating feeling she'd ever experienced as it was the most relaxing. She knew she was safe down there.

At the very moment she splashed down deep inside of Senka's stomach, she heard the kind monster's sultry moan rumbling in from all sides. It was muffled by the splorching walls around Sal, but it was still plenty clear. She was bringing Senka pleasure just by being there, leaving her to grope and squeeze the bulge in her shiny middle, hefting Sal up and letting her wobble and slosh about as strange juices invaded that cozy place.

"Mmmmm, yummy yummy fishy sergal," she began to sing. "You are wonderful, scrumptious, everything I wanted. I'm so happy I get to keep you."

What that meant was no longer of much relevance to Sal. She simply sank down, pushing out on the walls around her, sighing in utter contentment. There was nothing better than being inside of Senka. There never would be. It was ecstasy, it was relief, it was protection. The world couldn't find her there, couldn't hurt her. Nothing could. And even as the juices simmered and sloshed all around her, she remained in that perfectly slumbery state, not quite falling asleep but rather simply enjoying the seconds ticking by, knowing everything had been taken care of. It hardly felt like being digested. It was more like an embrace from all sides, like a thousand groping tendrils were tugging her deeper, deeper into mama's embrace. She could even feel herself spreading out through Senka's body, absorbing into the living nightmare, thickening her ample curves to make her figure even more matronly than she already was. Maybe her appetite was the reason why she was so shapely. Sal only knew she was going to love being part of those broad, soft ladyshapes, part of the caring horror's body for all time.

Senka sat there in the middle of the abandoned campsite digesting her meal with a song. No one else was there to hear her anymore. They had all gone off to meet their own fates - or inflict them on others. She clutched at Sal's shape with both hands, making sure to massage the shape of the digesting sergal as she rapidly grew softer and less defined with every heavy glorp. The roar of Senka's stomach was hardly natural, but she did her best to act like she was simply a creature of flesh and blood, and not some unknowable thing from beyond, processing her prey like any other living creature might have done. It resulted in a swift, powerful melting of her meal, liquefying the sergal alive, but never painfully. At most Sal might have felt a little tingle here and there. While she could still feel anyway.

Senka let her song break into moaning once more as her prey began to settle down, finding her body moving less and less as she weakened there in that glowing gut. Unnatural sounds of eldritch pleasure rang into the night as Senka squeezed deep into her own middle, holding her belly tight so she could feel the very last movements of the sergal, those final twitches that were little more than the last spasms of muscles long since out of Sal's control. Then there was nothing but the rocking churn of Senka's strange digestives as she tucked her meal in for the night, to sleep for good upon the hips, the thighs, the bust, and the butt of her eternally hungering mother nightmare.

"Ahhhh ... thank you, Sal. I have wanted you for some time. I needed you. That you went down so willingly .... mmmm. I will be thinking about how good you made me feel for a long time."

Someone more mortal might have said that Senka was talking to herself at that point, but she knew better than that. The sergal's body might have been fully gone, claimed by her belly, absorbed and turned into pudge upon the soft mom's body, but there was still something else left. Some part of Sal, some energy, some force, clung to existence for just long enough to hear those words, and the deep sigh that followed.

"Now it's time to make you truly mine. I am going to love having you here upon me, sweet girl. No one will know you're here but me. They won't even know you're gone when I'm done. Everything you were, are, and could ever be. Alllllllll gone. Goodnight, now. Sleep sweetly inside me forevermore."

Those tiny traces of coherent thought began to fade, along with the last of Sal's existence. It was more than just a soul. Senka stretched out in that ruined tent as she churned and absorbed the very last of Sal herself. Not just her body, not just her mind, but everything she was. Each thought, digested. Each memory, melted away. Senka softly hummed in pleasure as she churned everything that Sal was, or would ever be. Soon no one would have even known she was missing. That name would vanish from the world as if she'd never been. The only one who knew of her diminishing existence was soon to be Senka, carrying her on her hips and in her memories wherever she went. Just like so many before her, and so many more to come. The hungering one needed to feast. And she would continue to do so, in dreams and waking life alike. If Sal was somehow still dreaming there, deep down inside the nightmare who had digested her, she didn't seem likely to wake up any time soon.

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Chapter VIII

For Maxfactor

Featuring Oghden

Max could sleep through almost anything. That much was apparent as he murmured there, snoozing away beneath the streetlight out in the middle of nowhere. It had been a brisk autumn's eve when they departed for their camping trip, but there he lay, surrounded by fresh snow, naked in midst of that picturesque winter scene. He ought to have been freezing, but there was someone else there to keep him warm. The snow receded around the cute little deer, his fur as white as the fluttering flakes. That soft and curvy fellow wasn't much larger than Max himself. He was all around lean and girly, features framed by long, glossy black hair. It shone beneath the impossible illumination as he serviced the sleeping weasel. But Max didn't see any of that yet. He still wouldn't wake up, even with that gentle boy turning his dreams extra sweet thanks to that generously sloppy blowjob.

Maybe it wasn't entirely a favour. Max wasn't like the other campers, or even like the other creatures who dwelt in the woods. He was a conduit for many potent energies, a beacon through which anyone could drain and feed without doing him any harm. The monochrome deerboi looked every bit the picture of a sweet and kind creature, but there was something more to him. That was evident enough in the ravenous gulps and schlurps that came as he dove up and down the weasel's cock, sucking him without so much as pausing for breath, guzzling the juice milked out by his eager lips and tongue. With those more physical tastes there also came that energy, that intensely pleasurable and filling essence that came from somewhere far away. The buck ceaselessly slurped it down, pleasuring the weasel nearly to orgasm before Max's subconscious mind finally realized something was amiss.

For once, the waking reality was stranger than the dream. Max blinked awake with a little jolt and quickly found himself scanning his surroundings. He wasn't in the tent anymore, that much was evident. He wasn't even in the same season. The snow melted when it landed upon his face, and the scent of winter was rich in the air, making his nostrils tighten and his eyes water just a little. That strangely inorganic light source in the middle of the snowy forest was all the more confusing. He scanned his surroundings for considerably longer than might have been reasonable, considering he had a complete stranger messily sucking on his cock. Even if he was somehow numb from the cold, he couldn't have missed that steady schlup schlup or those little girly-sounding moans coming muffled around his shaft as the deerboi repeatedly smacked his muzzle down against Max's white-furred crotch without so much as a hello. Only when the weasel gave a startled little squeak and cleared his throat did he catch the buck's attention.

They locked eyes for a time. Max couldn't discern any colour in the gaze peering back at him with a slightly guilty expression. The buck had eyes of pure black to match his hair, completing his monochrome appearance, like he'd stepped out of an old movie to meet him there. Even with that look of slight shame on his face, the deer still had his mouth wrapped snugly around the weasel's shaft, slurping and sucking away, drinking deep of juices and energy alike, filling his trim little belly and yet still thirsting for more. Such an appetite was hardly befitting of such a cute creature. Max finally found some words to speak, if not quite the ones he was looking for.

"Um. Nnnf ... hi ... hi there. I'm Max."

He wasn't sure why that was the first thing he thought of doing. If they were going to get so intimate though, then they should at least know each other's names. The buck was kind enough to finally restrain himself and slide up to the tip of Max's shaft to speak back to him. His voice was gentle and timid, maybe a little sad too.

"Hi. I'm Oghden. Sometimes, um. Sometimes they call me Oggy. Only if you want."

Max felt that was a fitting nickname for such a sweet deer. If a very forward one. He glanced down at his own cock, watching it twitch and drip its juices, ever so close to orgasm but not quite reaching there. The buck's breath was strangely warm, puffing over Max's shaft, making the weasel squirm a little as they made their introductions.

"Hi Oggy. Um. It's okay and everything, but I'm kind of ... curious how I got here. Did you bring me?"

"I did."

There was some guilt there in the sweet deer's tone. Max wanted to reach out and hug him right there, just to hear him sounding so sad. He looked it too, his pretty face all droopy, even as precum dribbled from his lower lip. Before Max could say anything to comfort Oghden, the deer went on.

"Can I ... finish you off, maybe? I'll explain I promise, I just ... I need ..."

He didn't quite finish, but Max understood. There was a hunger there in the deerboi's sad eyes, a quiet desperation in his voice, and it would have been cruel to deny him. Besides, Max could barely hold still for how turned on he was. Maybe this was all a bit forward, a bit uncalled for, but something told him that Oghden would have asked permission first if he was capable. It just wasn't a good time for patience. So he nodded his head, slowly lying back on the damp grass, watching the snow fall down towards them as the cute deer continued sucking him senseless. A push of Max's legs to spread them apart let him have even more intimate access to what he wanted. Those lips worked so firmly up and down his inches, that tongue slipped and slopped along the underside, slipping out to slurp his balls. It was such a perfect blowjob that he couldn't help but gasp and moan into the night. Even hearing his voice echoing through the trees, he wasn't afraid of being overheard. Something told them they were alone. Or something even more alone than alone.

A smooth, steady bob of the deer's mouth had the weasel wriggling. He curled his toes, waved his hands around in the air, searching for something to hold onto just to brace himself. Those stubby antlers were tempting, but they looked so small and fragile. He didn't want to break them off by accident. So he was just going to have to deal with it, left with his eyes shut tight and his mouth hanging open to project his squeaky cries of bliss as that mysterious cutie sucked him to a peak. He wasn't usually the sort to be serviced like that. Normally he wanted to be the one offering such a treat, and he thought to himself that he would have been happy to return the favour as soon as Oghden was done. Then all was blank as he surged and peaked, left kicking his legs beneath the buck as he got sucked to a climax he couldn't possibly have held down.

"Oooooh, Oggy ..." he breathed as he blazed his way from pent-up pleasure to rich, erupting release.

A streak of cum shot straight down the deer's throat, leaving him sucking it down with a deep, warm gulp. And then another, and another. He just kept draining the cream from Max's balls until that extended orgasm was getting numbing. The weasel shook his head and wriggled on the spot, flailing just a bit, scrunching up his face. From moaning to whimpering, he remained locked in overwhelming pleasure until finally that warm mouth pulled from his shaft and left him spraying the last few watery spurts over Oghden's features. They dribbled down his chin as he offered a little smile, one that was waiting for Max once the weasel opened his eyes again. As intense as that was, he was happy to see he'd made the deer or deer-like creature feel good, though he was going to need a few moments to recover. Far fewer than most people would have, at least.

"Did you like that?" came Oghden's eager voice, though the uncertainty quickly crept in. "I mean. Did it feel normal?"

"Mmmf ..." Max huffed, thinking about it. Just what exactly did the deer mean by that? "It felt ... it was very nice, Oggy."

"Good ..."

They were quiet for a few extended seconds. Max could see his breath steaming through the chilly air. The cold generally didn't bother him, but it seemed so piercing, an unnatural thing that got through even his thick fur. But the deer radiated a certain warmth that kept it away, washing over Max with a soothing feeling for every moment spent in his presence. The night was dark and hostile, but that girly fellow was soft and gentle, radiating a strange amount of heat that filled the weasel with the urge to be closer to him. Eventually, he sat up and reached out his arms, slipping them around the naked buck for a little hug. Max wasn't sure why, but he got the sense that Oghden needed something like that. The deer spoke again in time, this time his voice sadder than before.

"Sorry to drag you out here, away from your friends. I just thought ... well, I don't know exactly. It doesn't make any sense to try to seem normal when I have to take you here to do it. I'm really silly"

"Where, um." Max didn't want to pry, but he was very curious. "Where are we, exactly?"

"Somewhere else."

"Okay." The weasel nodded. That was good enough for him, if Oghden didn't want to talk about it. He reached out to run his hand along the deer's cheek fur."It's okay, Oggy. I don't know what's going on, exactly, but I'm not exactly normal either! It's really quite fine with me. You don't have to hide anything."

"I do," Oghden said. He was a bit firm about that. Then he just leaned his head on Max's shoulder and whispered something. "Can we go again maybe? I like how you feel ... a lot. You give me what others couldn't ..."

"Will it make you feel better? You seem unhappy," Max said. If someone else was feeling bad, then so was he. He just wanted to help however he could.

"Yeah ..." Oghden trailed off, but then added something else. "I just have to be careful."

"Careful?"

"I can't get carried away. This is all a lie. I'm not supposed to look like this. Or like the other thing either, really. But maybe if we just ... pretend, it'll feel good, for a while."

Max gave a smile and then a little smooch on the black and white buck's nose. "I'd be happy to pretend with you."

Oghden smiled back, his black eyes giving a little shimmer. "You're kind. I hope I don't end up hurting you."

That such a cutie could possibly harm him seemed unlikely to Max, but then, Oghden did seem to be hiding something. There was clearly more to his nature than an innocent, forest-dwelling buck who somehow both brought and banished the snow. The streetlight overhead flickered some as Oghden leaned into Max's chest. It was a surprisingly assertive shove that soon found Max sprawled out in the melted snow with a pretty deer seated snugly atop him. Oghden's hair draped down his shoulders and chest, shining in the strange light like liquid night. He offered a nervous smile and planted his hands on Max's chest, wiggling his way into position. The lovely thing had a cute tush, nice and solid for rubbing and bumping up and down, and he worked like he couldn't possibly wait, like he was feeling some sort of discomfort for every moment he spent with his arousal peaked like that. Finally getting a good look at it like that, Max had to admire the pure-black length pulsing up against the deerboi's tummy, bobbing with deep need as he sat himself snugly down atop the weasel's cock.

A smooth, sleek slide down to the base had them both groaning out with breathy huffs, misting in the air and then vanishing. They were the only sound in that forest. Max got the sense that it might well have gone on forever. There was nothing to interrupt them as Oghden sank deep down on Max's shaft until he hilted it within him. The cute buck was ever so tight, ever so comfy to feel squeezing around his shaft and energy alike. The essence that Max's body channelled meant that as modest as his dick might have been, anyone who let him penetrate them got a whole lot more stimulation than it appeared to offer. That didn't bother the deer. Oghden sank down to the weasel's balls and set to grinding against them some, puffing, moaning, making girly little whimpers - and something else. For just a moment, there came some sort of strange rasping sound from his throat, sounding like two bones being rubbed together harshly. He bit his lip and looked visibly embarrassed about it, but he didn't let that stop him from getting what he seemed to so badly crave, or even need.

When Max tried to push his hips up to help guide the buck atop him, he found himself pushed down flat with surprising force. Looping his arms over Max's shoulders, Oghden braced himself for the ride. They looked into each other's eyes as they got to thumping and grinding. To the outside eye, they looked like nothing more than two cute boys having a good time. But there were no outside eyes. It was the two of them, utterly alone, locked away in that sealed place. Did it belong to Oghden or was he merely a prisoner there? Max had no way of knowing for sure. All that really mattered was letting the soft deer ride him, thudding that booty down atop his lap as he plunged the weasel's shaft into him over and over again. They moaned into each other's mouths as they slowly met in a kiss. From there, it was a matter of sucking on each other's faces. Max reflected the hungering intensity that Oghden displayed, or at least he tried. The longer they went, fucking beneath the falling snow, the more forceful the buck grew. He was hardly big or imposing, but he still overpowered Max with his assertiveness, slowly pinning the weasel back to the ground, still buried deep beneath the deer's short tail, getting overwhelmed by the pleasure, and by the lustful appetite that drained him such a way that no mortal could ever achieve. Pulling all that energy up inside him gave Max the sensation of continuous penetration, of being pulled inside deeper and deeper as if he might vanish up inside the girly buck's tight confines.

He wanted to ask questions, or perhaps offer some sort of caution about going too far, but his mouth was far too busy. Oghden''s tongue filled it, pushing so deeply as to slip into his throat. Such a move reminded Max of someone ... but his mind was a little blank as he got sucked dry of all the energy he could possibly muster. It soon meant he was squeaking against the deer and feeling the pressure building, tightening, blazing through him. He was tense all over, shaking, losing control of himself. Every muscle seemed alight at once, a shuddering climax pouring through him until he lost his composure and let it all burst free. Then a flex, a twitch, and he was powerfully cumming inside the deer, unable to hold back a single drop. Blasting up inside that fine buck butt, he wiggled and he rolled, as best he could while pinned beneath the other male.

Oghden moaned through it, though it was far from the cute little whimpery noises he'd been making earlier. There was something so much more vicious about those sounds rumbling deeply from his throat. They were guttural, feral, and not quite natural. There was no animal in Max's knowledge that could growl like that. And as they broke away from the kiss, he saw the change that had begun coming over Oghden. Fangs jutted from the gentle deer boy's jaws, and his eyes had darkened to pure blankness, void pools that opened into nightmares if Max stared for too long. Through it all, the buck never stopped, rutting himself down on Max's cock harder, faster, spanking that ass on the weasel's thighs, offering no mercy despite how recently he'd milked the other male of a juicy cumshot. It was a good thing Max had stamina, or that would have been terribly uncomfortable.

Max's voice was full of nothing but concern. Not for himself, but for the gradually transforming deer so viciously milking his cock.

"Oggy? Are you okay? Should we keep going?"

"I can't hold it back ..." came the deer's murmur, sounding a touch afraid. "I don't want to."

Max nodded. "It's okay. Whatever it is, just let it out. Maybe I can help you."

"No. That's not how it works." This came out not as a whimper, but as a sharp snarl, one that had the buck flashing his fangs right in the weasel's face. "I can't, I can't let it, I can't, I can't ..."

"I'm not afraid, Oggy. It's okay."

"You should be."

That last sentence came out with a particularly violent rasp, spoken in a voice that sounded like it had been dredged up from the bottom of a well. When Max reached out a comforting hand, Oghden knocked it away with surprising violence. Another snarl saw him drooling - and it wasn't saliva that trickled from between his sharpened fangs. Instead, some sort of strange black goo was running from his open jaws. Similar was the substance that fell from his eyes like tears. Clenching down caused him to suddenly accelerate just how much power he was draining from Max all at once, as if opening up the floodgates all of a sudden. The weasel was paralyzed but for a whimpering mouth. And something was happening. Oghden was getting bigger. His back became arched and hunched as his shoulders widened. His arms stretched to an unnatural length, pressing down beside Max's body, clawing deeply into the dirt. Those short antlers sprouted like roots, twisting into intricate patterns through the air, intertwining with themselves. And most distressing of all was the changes to the buck's pretty face. All the skin vanished to reveal the bare skull beneath, with its deadly teeth and its four empty sockets where eyes might have been. There was only darkness there, as there was in his open jaws, a goo-slick tongue hanging from between his teeth, writhing and dripping as it stretched and flexed into all manner of unnatural shapes. The monster within the deer had been revealed - or perhaps it was more the mask had fallen away from the real Oghden.

Max didn't get a chance to say anything before the beast lunged for his face. Pulling from atop him, he instead clutched at Max and forced him to turn over, biting his body, slathering him with a dark tongue that left streaks black upon his fur, at least temporarily. Max felt those teeth coming down around him, but they didn't sink into his fur. Instead, Oghden's aggression was purely sexual, pinning him onto his face and holding him there, snorting in his ears while he mounted the weasel with vicious desperation. He couldn't wait, couldn't hold back. His cock had grown to thrice the size it had been as a mere buck, thumping up against his back, then down between his cheeks. Those thrusts were manic, feral, driven seemingly by nothing more than pure lust. He shook the weasel in his clutches as he mounted him from behind, forcing his face down into the wet grass as he drooled and snarled in that terrible, echoing away. Those eldritch wails were hollow and haunting, rattling around inside Max's skull until he flinched just to hear them. And then he was making some noises of his own, squeaking out as he got penetrated smoothly by a slickly-coated cock and stuffed full until his belly bulged, fucked there in the forest by the haunting creature that had at first seemed so harmless.

"Nngh ... Ogh ... Oghden ... " came Max's initial cry. "You're ... very strong."

That was an understatement. If it wasn't for Max's unbreakable nature, repairing any harm done as quickly as it happened, then he would have been greatly harmed by that forceful, even violent rut. He felt like a sleeve, like a toy to be fucked for the creature's pleasure. Those plunges came rapidly, unrelenting in their power, thundering down on the weasel's backside as Oghden drove his dick deep inside his captive over and over again. The solid plap rang out into the forest, growing wetter with each lust until Max could feel the leaking juices splashing about with every stroke. He was helpless until the monster was finished with him, forced to listen to those terrible scraping noises, face mashed down into the dirt while he got plowed silly. There was still some part of it that felt good, despite all the clawing and biting going on between those steady pounds. He was still hard, still enduring, even if Oghden was fucking him like he was trying to shatter him into a million pieces. A steady slap of those swinging nuts was a drumbeat in the night, spanking and thudding with every lunging thrust. They were a whole lot bigger than they'd been on the little deer. Max ended up bending and twisting into all manner of strange positions while that huge, powerful creature rammed into him with such unrelenting lust and fury. But he was a flexible weasel, and nothing broke, where a regular person might well have been completely shattered by just a few minutes spent pinned beneath the monster. Whatever he was.

Sometimes Max found himself with those jaws around his head, fully stuffed into Oghden's mouth. The outside was skeletal, but inside there was flesh and tongue alike, smearing him in something so much thicker than mere saliva. So too were the juices shooting up inside him with every fuck into his backside, shaking his whole slime form from rump to ears with those endless motions. He was getting rutted so hard that he was snuggling into his own little divot in the ground, those spine-shaking thrusts smacking him until he could barely feel the repeated spank against his ass. A feral howl, or maybe more a screech built up deep inside Oghden's throat, until he was projecting that horrific piercing noise to all the forest, leaving Max wishing he could get his hands free from beneath all that monstrous weight just so he could cover his ears. It was like a scream of pain and fear, or perhaps a thousand of them, all concentrated down into a single chorus, all in sync, making Max shudder just to hear it. But he certainly wasn't cold, especially with that bellyful of eldritch spunk soon pumping up within him as Oghden bottomed out with his balls pressed tight to the weasel's own. He clutched Max close to his chest, bathing his captive in that unusual warmth, chasing away the surrounding chill as he climaxed within the compliant weasel.

Max just hoped it helped, somehow. It had been rough, even a little scary, but he could feel that Oghden would never have treated him so roughly if he didn't need to. There was something more powerful than mere arousal controlling him. Whether it was an outside force, a spirit, a curse, or just something that was his nature, Max didn't really know. He just sighed there, feeling his belly getting all swollen and heavy. Oghden's cum was thicker and hotter than the usual stuff. It left Max sweltering there beneath the heavy beast, panting some as the beast slowly rose from atop him, snorting some hot steam through the hollow where his cute little nose had been. He didn't transform back, instead moving to a tree to slump against it, collapsing as if in pain, left curled up and fully on display for Max to see. He looked so very hungry, all skinny around the middle, his ribs pushing out beneath his white fur. Maybe wendigo was the right word for him? Or maybe he was something else, merely inhabiting the body of a known monster so that Max could even comprehend him. Though his body was all stretched out and wrong, he still looked much like his innocent self. Max could still see it in there.

When he stood, a little shaky on his feet but otherwise okay, dripping from beneath his tail, heavy with the engorging load of monster cum in his belly, the wendigo recoiled from him, shaking his head, those elaborate antlers swaying with the gesture as if they weren't quite as solid as they first appeared

"You need to run. You must," the monster urged.

Max shook his head. "But I don't want to. I want to make sure you're okay. You look like you're hurting ..."

Oghden swiped at the air. Max could hear those claws slicing past him, somehow audibly sharp. That was enough to make the weasel halt where he is. And the deeply-growled threat was enough to get him moving.

"If I catch you, I will hurt you."

Max thought of arguing, of telling Oghden that there was nothing he could do to hurt him, at least not physically. For all the situations his cursed or gifted body had been through, nothing had ever done him permanent harm. He always recovered. But as brave as he was being in the face of that transformed horror, he had to wonder. Oghden seemed so sure of what he said. Maybe he knew a way. Besides, he wanted Max to run from him. Maybe that was all part of the game, maybe he needed someone to hunt down just so he could pounce and ravage him senseless. So with a step back from the fallen creature, Max turned to the snowy woods, and took off into the frigid nothingness, completely naked. He missed the wendigo's fluffy warmth as soon as he crunched into the cold, cold ground beyond clearing.

When Oghden didn't make immediate chase, Max kept going. He shivered as he pushed out through the moonlit trees, staggering at times, feeling himself slowly freezing. When he slipped and fell onto an icy patch, he found himself longing for Oghden's cozy embrace. He wanted nothing more than to stop, even when he heard the horrific cry echoing from afar that told him the hunt had begun. Then there came the song. Oghden had a lovely voice - if very deep and intimidating, singing something low and mournful as he made his approach. Sometimes the sound seemed to jump to another direction, giving the impression that he was teleporting around. Or maybe the forest simply worked that way, and every step taken between those trees was one that didn't necessarily move him through space like it might in the regular world. Either way, Max soon heard those trudging hooves approaching, along with that cheerless tune that made him feel, for a moment, a glimpse of the sadness that lived inside the wendigo. He didn't want to run from him. He just wanted to give that big skully boy a hug, no matter how ...

Max's very thoughts got cut short by the attack. It came not from the direction of the approaching voice, but from behind. Those slavering jaws enveloped him from the top, trapping him inside the wendigo's mouth, surrounding him with those prodding teeth, lashing and soaking him with that thick eldritch spit as Oghden's tongue assaulted him. He sucked on the whole weasel at once for a few moments, bathing him, slathering him, leaving his feet dangling from the ground while streams of inky black drool ran down Max's legs. They stained him at first, but those marks faded in time, returning to his pristine whiteness once more. Oghden shook him about a few times, thrashing, snarling, huffing hotly in his face. Max's legs flailed around as he was violently handled, though he didn't panic. More than anything, he was so greatly relieved to be warm again, safe in Oghden's care. Surely this aggression was just performative, helping him work out whatever was wrong. As long as he didn't go too far, Max was happy to help him get it out if that might make him feel better, even if the wendigo seemed ashamed of what he was. But Max truly had no idea what the monster was capable of doing to him.

Spitting the weasel out upon the floor, Oghden allowed him no time to recover. He pounced, he pinned, and he latched on to what he hungered for without hesitation. It was much like when they first met, though his true face lacked the lips to properly suck Max off. Instead, he used his tongue, wriggling it out and wrapping it around and around that modest shaft to tug it inside his mouth. That appendage bent and squeezed in such strangely serpentine ways, pressing up against his taint, kneading his balls, and keeping that energy-coated shaft pointed straight into the nightmare jaws of the wendigo. And there came those antlers, curling out like tentacles one moment, soft and squishy, then becoming firm once more as they intertwined about the weasel's ankles, pulling his legs up, folding him in half. A firm hand upon the weasel's chest kept him right in place, with that monstrous skull poised right between his thighs, buried in his most vulnerable place. Max was already spurting some light juices down into the void that was Oghden's maw, spraying into his throat while he gulped and guzzled everything the weasel could offer him. That meant generously draining energy from that engorged shaft, licking and squeezing and massaging up and down with the coils of his tongue, keeping Max at his peak and forcing him to cum in a matter of seconds.

Starting was the easy part. But he soon found he just could not stop, locked into mind-blowing ecstasy, into those perfect moments of climax that usually only lasted a few seconds. He couldn't come down, couldn't finish cumming, he just kept giving everything the wendigo wished to take. And for all the times he'd been drained nearly dry before, sucked and pleasured by the most ravenous sexual beings in the world, in the universe, he'd never actually run out. Yet pinned there in the unending forest, surrounded by the snow, spurting into the monster's mouth, he finally glimpsed something he'd never thought he'd see. He really did have a limit.

It felt like he was cumming out his soul, his very being. But that was impossible. Those bony jaws closed around his cock, not biting, but latching on, ensuring he couldn't go anywhere. The long-clawed hand planted on Max's chest did enough for that, suppressing the weasel's squirms even as things started to turn nasty. He didn't get a proper look at what Oghden was drinking from him, but it wasn't just cum anymore. It didn't feel bad exactly, but it was too much. He was overstimulated, weakened, soon paralyzed by how thoroughly the wendigo fed upon his essence. His eyes widened as he watched Oghden's fragile-looking form filling out into a solid, well-fed appearance. His belly grew from thin to flat to full, rounding out and even bloating until the rest of his figure started to even out. Max might have been happy for him, to see him looking healthier, but he was left with the rising realization that for all Oghden took from him, it wasn't being replaced. He wasn't healing, he wasn't recovering, he was vanishing into almost nothing. It was like his entire being was being sucked out. He certainly wasn't cumming anymore, he was simply hollowing out. The meat upon the weasel's bones was weakening, leaving him drained and emaciated just like the wendigo had been. He couldn't even properly gasp to express the horror at the realization. Finally, a creature whose appetite exceeded the infinite well within him. He never thought he'd find one. And now, he wasn't sure if he'd ever move again.

It was starting to get hard to even stay conscious. Max was pretty sure nothing was coming out of him anymore but for blood. It was the last thing he had to give. No cum, no energy, he was an empty vessel, sucked down to the bones, a skeletal figure lying where there had been a cute little weasel. He only wanted to help, only wanted to sustain the creature so that he might feel better, at least for a little while. But he had greatly underestimated the hunger of a wendigo - or maybe he was more a strange, eldritch thing for whom that title was the closest approximation. When Oghden picked him up to shake him into his jaws as if to get the last few drops from an empty vessel, Max could see the desperation even in the darkness of the beast's lack of eyes. He thought of that gentle deer face, the one he first saw, and he knew that Oghden didn't really wish to hurt him. But he was fading, and for a moment, maybe even dying. The monster had to stop, had to release him, had to stop draining his existence through his cock. It didn't hurt anymore. Max was all numb, dizzy, barely able to think or see. The horrifying figure was merely a shadow to him, leaving him listening to the sloppy cacophony that was the squelching suck of that tongue kneading around his dick. And with that last trace of energy left inside him, he managed to mutter out one little plea for mercy, so faintly he didn't even hear it himself above the icy wind.

"Stop, please ..."

Though Oghden looked like nothing more than a feral beast while he fed on Max, the words were enough to stop him. He halted mid-suck, tensing up. Then it was a matter of slowly unwrapping his tongue from around Max's cock and letting him slip free of his grasp to slowly slump back down to the ground. That overworked shaft flopped to the side, allowed to soften at last, but Max still couldn't move. The wendigo looked so very full and satisfied, his belly round, even jiggling a little, and meanwhile the weasel looked like death. Oghden dipped his head down and let out some sort of strange, monstrous whine, picking Max up by the shoulders, pulling him up into his lap. That meant leaving him flopping limply over one thigh, but those long arms supported him, holding him up against the wendigo's chest, squished into that big, well-fed belly. He hugged Max's unmoving form, and the numbness began to recede like melting snow beneath the sun. His voice was a song again, a dark, ritualistic thing in a language Max didn't understand in the slightest, but it made him feel better, little by little.

The feeling coming back was like stepping in from the cold. First his central core recovered, his emaciated middle recovering back to its usual shape. It only took a few minutes of being squeezed and fussed over by his monster friend for him to start feeling like himself again. His limbs were still misbehaving for a while, but he had recovered enough to wiggle a little, giving Oghden a little cuddle on the chest, snuggling warmly into his lap, enjoying the heat of his presence. Maybe he'd been a little scared. Maybe he'd been moments away from total destruction, something he never even thought possible with his particular condition. But he was alive. And he'd given the sad creature a meal, however harsh the process might have been. When he could actually move his arm again, he reached up and stroked the wendigo on the skull-cheek.

"Are you okay?" he asked him, despite how clearly he'd been the victim in that scenario. "I didn't feel like running anymore. Was that a bad thing?"

"Yes. No. It's fine." Oghden timidly tilted his head down to nuzzle against Max's own, scritching his bony chin between the weasel's ears. "I don't make it easy. But you have to keep going. Do not look back. You will never leave this place otherwise."

"I don't want to leave you all alone!"

"You must. I will only get hungrier."

That made Max droop. "Even after that, you're still not full?"

"I will never be. We learn to live this way. I am still learning." His voice cracked to a strained tone as if each word hurt him. " I ... thought once to consume all there was. Every being, every life, gone into my gullet ... but I am ... improving. I think."

That left Max wondering just who and what exactly was holding him. Was he in the presence of a god? Or something greater? Nothing had ever drained him to the point that he felt he might actually perish. Oghden had done the impossible to him. Yet there he was, holding him, stroking him, making sure he'd be okay. No matter how powerful he really was, how cosmic and terrible, he had it in him to care about one single person. All Max could think to do was give him a little hug right back. Oghden already seemed a little skinnier around the middle than he'd been mere minutes ago.

"I'm really proud of you! It sounds like you work hard just to be nice when you don't have to."

To Max's delight, that got a short little chuckle from the skull-faced one.

"I suppose I do. I need you to go now. Maybe ... maybe next time, I will be more in control of myself. If you want to come back. I'm sorry we had to meet this way."

Maybe Max had good reason to be upset, to want to leave and never see the creature again. But instead, he just gave him a squeeze and a smooch on the teeth. He wasn't going to argue, this time. He was playing with forces beyond his understanding. Mortal fear was something he hadn't felt in so many years, yet standing in the presence of the thing that might have been a wendigo, might have been an ancient god, or something else entirely, he knew he was a mere whim away from complete destruction. It was entirely possible that every moment spent in Oghden's presence was hurting him, tempting him with the urge to consume. That would have explained why he spent his time isolated in that strange place. Max stood up, no longer feeling shaky but rather fully rejuvenated. He wasn't sure if his body had recovered by itself, or if Oghden had healed him somehow. Either way, he wasn't dead, and it was the monster's restraint that ensured as much. He gave one last look at his new friend.

"Bye Oggy. I promise I'll come visit. Um, somehow. Where do I find you, anyway?"

At first, Oghden didn't look up at him, still hanging his head, but eventually he offered what looked like a small bony smile.

"If you wish to see me, then someday, wherever you are ... just choose a direction and keep walking. You will find me in the cold."

Max nodded eagerly, and then slowly turned away. He knew he wasn't supposed to look back, but it took all his willpower not to just glance at the sad creature one more time, making him ball his hands into firsts just resisting such a natural urge. It wasn't fear he felt anymore. He was worried, concerned for the hurting thing, disappointed he couldn't do more for him somehow. But maybe such things took time. He couldn't take all the pain away in a single night. So away he walked, shivering his way into the dark. It was freezing at first, but the deathly winter receded in time, replaced instead by a fiery red expanse of autumn leaves, and then a more mundane orange and yellow. The morning peaked through the branches, and he found himself nakedly staggering back to the campsite once more. Though no one seemed to be around. Some of the tents were shredded, and others had collapsed and seemingly fallen into ruin. Leaves were piled over most of the supplies, burying them as if no one had been there for weeks, or longer. Just how long had he been there in that cold place? He hoped everyone was alright. It looked like he was just going to have to find his own way home.