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" ... Anyone?"

He was the only one left. The group had slowly drifted apart, member by member, until Cherno found himself strolling the fairground completely by himself. He couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened to all of his friends. The crowds chattered on and the barkers bellowed their pitches as if nothing was wrong. He saw few other options but to continue on. By then he was so desperate to catch a glimpse of someone familiar that his eyes lit up at a mere glimpse of red hair.

Was that her? He wasn't sure what Mahiri would have been doing way off in the distance like that, but he honed in on her nonetheless, pushing through the crowd. There was at least one good use for the bulk he'd added recently thanks to all his hard work. Even if he was still feeling overly nervous despite the more manly look. The closer he got, the more certain he was that he'd found the bright-haired leopardess, at least until she turned around.

Not the leopardess, but another familiar face, if not one he actually knew. Merely recognized. The same flirty lioness from the ticket counter peered pleasantly at him from afar. There was still plenty of distance between the two of them, but Cherno was certain she was looking directly at him. She smiled. For some reason, he smiled back. It just came automatically when he saw that kind, non-threatening display of feline fangs light up the pretty lion's face. He felt as if he could trust her.

When she gestured with a wave of her hand and a toss of her head, then vanished into what had to have been the biggest tent of them all, he didn't hesitate. There was an extensive queue forming just to gain access to that elaborate purple-black canvas. A display of lights illuminated it extravagantly, forming letters on the side that spelled out one hell of a bold claim.

THE GREATEST SHOW

There was no qualifier. Not in the whole park, or the whole country, the planet, the universe. Simply the greatest. Cherno was certainly intrigued enough to wonder what lay beyond, but he was still worried about everyone else. Maybe the lioness had answers for him. She saw who he came in with, maybe she'd seen them. That made more sense than the whole night had so far. Rather than use the main entrance, she'd slipped into some sort of back door or such, and so he followed, trying to find the secret flap to sneak into the tent ahead of everyone else. It was important.

When he eventually noticed a spot he could crawl under, he did a quick glance around and then dropped to his hands and knees in pursuit of the only familiar face he'd seen in the last fifteen minutes. When he realized how dark it was on the other side, he immediately regretted it. All fell to a complete blackness as soon as he emerged on the other side, like all light had been swallowed up. He fumbled about and ended up bumping his antlers into something solid and metal with a heavy clunk.

He couldn't hear the crowds outside anymore. The shouts, the music, the patter of feet on the path. All had fallen silent, seemingly all at once. Perking up his ears, he was alert to every noise, easily hearing the strike of a match, and then the hiss of a candle bursting to life. There she was, the bright-eyed lioness, her shiny blues reflecting in the flame that flickered upon the wax she clutched in her bare hand. The chaotic shapes and shadows of the fire crawled upon the walls around him as if alive, but he told himself it was nothing more than a trick of the light as he reached out to the cat he had thought was merely a ticket booth attendant.

"Hey! Um, sorry to creep in here. I was just wondering, I've lost track of everyone who I came in here with. I was wondering if maybe you'd -"

When the lioness so much as lifted a finger, he stopped talking. She brought that digit to her lips and shushed him softly, casting a deep, penetrating gaze over him. Her smile broadened. It wasn't quite as friendly as the one he saw before. He hadn't noticed just how long her fangs were, nor the crown of curvy ram's horns that decorated her head. When she had stifled him to silence without a word, she licked slowly across her dark lips and spoke in a low, sultry tone, like a purr of words.

"Yes. You're the one. You always were."

Cherno wasn't afraid to admit he was scared, all of a sudden. The pang of fear was more than merely instinctual. It wasn't about being alone in the dark with a lioness. There was something more to it. When he spoke again, he found himself stumbling over his words as if they too were trying to navigate that shadowy place with only the faint candlelight for guidance.

"What? I don't - what do - I'm just - " He stopped when he realized he was getting nowhere and just swallowed a breath. "Can you help me?"

"All the help you've ever needed stalks towards you now." She gave him a wink. "Just hold still. We don't have much time left before your grand debut."

There was definitely something behind him. He could faintly hear some sort of wet, slimy sound. It squelched and it sucked while he panted in rising terror, refusing to look back. There wouldn't have been much to see, anyway. The lioness blew out her candle, and all fell dark, leaving only Cherno's other senses to guide him. He heard it slickly slither close. He felt its damp, humid presence. Then the slippery embrace of some sort of appendage snatched him by the wrists, by waist, by the throat. All to keep him still while the lioness ran her claws down his chest, suddenly right in front of him.

"Allow the shadows to hold you tight. They will be gentle," she rumbled semi-reassuringly. "Now let's see how sweet you taste. Only the best for Mistress,"

He struggled in the grip of the tentacles that had him tight, not wanting to know what they belonged to. The cat curled her hand under his chin, tipping his head back so she could lock her lips with his. He felt her tongue, warm and scratchy, dragging over his own. He couldn't fight it off. She plunged it straight down his throat and then just kept on going, tingling him in places he'd never been licked before while he glurked and struggled. There was no pushing her off, no squirming free, nothing more than to be made out within the darkness while he swallowed the spit and purrs alike directly from the lion's mouth.

"Mmm. Yes!" she exclaimed as she withdrew. "The finest deer meat. Hold on tight, sweetie. It's time for you to meet the hyena."

Her tone was a mix of lust and tenderness, but it did little to settle Cherno down. He was still stuck on the last word she spoke. Hyena. It wasn't as if he'd never met the species before. He arrived there with a good giggly friend of his after all. Yet there was something more to that, something that rang so sinister it echoed through his mind, filling him with dread. Somehow, he knew who she was referring to.

For all his fear, she still turned him on. Maybe that was the reason. He had his muzzle interlocked with a fangy lioness, a feisty predator who'd caught him in the dark. There was something behind him, but it remained passive, merely holding him in place while the big cat ravaged him with attention. She grabbed him, she groped him, running her fingers down his spine until she could take a double handful of his ass. There she kneaded tightly until he tingled, slightly numbed by the overstimulation. He was shaky on his hooves by the time she finally broke free of the kiss, gasping, even coughing for breath.

"This must be very scary for you," she said, her voice honey-sweet yet hardly soothing. "The fear is natural. Nothing to be ashamed of. It will all go away in time, you blue little cutie."

She booped him on the nose as she eyed him up and down with a fire in her icy eyes. He watched her lick her chops once more, sucking the flavour from her tongue and teeth. Her red-tipped tail lashed back and forth, briefly catching his eye before his focus swiftly returned to those fangs. She got closer, and he couldn't back away from her, no matter how loudly his inner instincts were crying out. Her rumbles grew in their intensity until they were a constant snarl sawing out before him. Yet not even that readied him for the lunge.

All the generations between Cherno and his wild relatives couldn't prepare him for the attack. The lioness snatched him by the throat with her teeth, and it was more than just a nibble. She bit down, not piercing the skin but squeezing tightly enough to cut off all his air, leaving him to struggle and panic once his slimy bindings released him. He could flail all he liked, but it didn't stop her from slowly suffocating him with her dominant, predatory chomp. Her jaws were designed to take down creatures just like him. It didn't matter how strong, how toned he got. He would always be prey to a big cat who desired him.

His legs gave out beneath him and she took him down to the ground, hidden away in the shadows of the tent, if that was truly where they were anymore. He struck at her, shoved at her, but eventually his desperate fighting for his life was little more than a pat on the lion's back. She laid over him, never letting go, leaving him to flicker and fade in the clutches of those carnivorous jaws. It was all coming to an end, and he was helpless to protect his friends or himself. As the void loomed, he was left simply wondering why.

Yet somehow he survived, after a period beneath the surface. It felt as deep as death, but the lion had seemingly only strangled him into a harsh, unquiet slumber. Cherno was under long enough to awaken somewhere else entirely. It was going to take him some time to even process what he was seeing when he opened his eyes again. There was such an assortment of lights and sounds that his hazy senses were immediately overwhelmed. He heard voices and he saw the silhouettes of more people than he could immediately count. One of them moved closer.

A well-dressed figure approached, wrapped in a vibrant black and violet suit with a lengthy tailcoat, along with some lengthy boots that reached up to her thighs. She kept her features mostly concealed beneath the brim of a tall top hat. She leaned on a skull-topped cane and slowly swayed as the deer's vision returned to him by inches. The blur of the crowd before him came into clarity, revealing their raucous excitement, their leering grins and looks of hunger and lust alike. He was on a stage, under the gaze of an audience so large he couldn't even see the end of it, naked in the spotlight.

The realization made him jolt in place, attempting to flee out of sight before his humiliation could freeze him solid. That was how he discovered the restraints. They were much more natural than whatever had grabbed him in the shadows, but that was little comfort. He was chained to a great wooden X, stretched out and on display. All the work he'd done to make himself a little more handsome, a little more bulked and toned was there for the masses to see. The hatted figure before him clicked her tongue at the sight of him struggling, stepping closer to reveal herself at last.

Tipping her hat upwards with the top of her cane, the hyena flashed him a sadistic grin that reflected the steady glow of her hellishly red eyes. He knew what she was from the moment he saw her. The horror of being helpless before a real, living demon was beyond mere mortal terror. She was something so much worse than a predator in the wild, something his ancestors had never prepared him for. Shirazi. The one he always knew was coming.

While she flashed him a nightmarish stripe-framed visage, the sound of a few musical notes cut through the crowd noise. That same lioness provided the opening bars, poised at the seat of the most elaborate grand piano he'd ever seen. The audience swiftly fell silent as a tune began, and the hyena demon began to sing to him.

Good evening folks

Now here's a cutie you should know

He's not some simple joke

He's the one they call Cherno the Doe

That's right my dearest deer

I hear that inner screaming

There's a good girl hidden here

Who just needs a proper reaming

What is it you fear most?

If you'll just hear me out

I'll chase away your inner ghosts

*And melt all your remaining doubt *

Oh!

Ho ho ho ho!

Hee hee hee hee!

*Nowhere to go *

Poor poor Cherno

*You belong *

To me

*Shall we start off with a taste? *

*Lick the blue right off your face? *

Shall I go in for a grope?

*While you lose all remaining hope? *

A left-handed touch

*There is so much *

*I want to do *

To you

That was when the band kicked in. He couldn't see it, but a cacophony of brass and percussion blared into his senses, surrounding him from all sides with pure, unfiltered sound. He never took his eyes off the hyena. She began to dance, swinging her cane haphazardly, her tone growing much more energetic and gleeful.

Welcome!

To your live demise

Hear them chanting your precious name

Hell comes, believe your eyes

*This is your eternity of fame *

There will be no roses for you

But always the memory

I'm going to make them all adore you

Put your name on the marquee

*Because a morsel like you who lives unclaimed *

*Well, that just won't do! That's why I came! *

*On my humble stage *

You can scream and rage

While I show you both pleasure and pain

I want to demonstrate

How to break your prostate

*Until you never measure eight again *

*So let me slither softly *

Into the confines of your mind

I'll burn out your every thought

Melt you down to naught

*Leave nothing for your friends to find *

Oh ho ho ho!

So

*We'll *

Make a spooky little demon pact

Then I'll show you my disappearing act

Fuck you in the ass

Burn it all to ash

Have my deer and eat it too

*Yes, oh listen now! *

They

Say

*The bleating meat is fun to eat *

*And you're gonna be my forever treat *

Nowhere left to run

We're gonna have such fun

*With what I've got planned for you *

Now scream!

Little slut-buck

Ain't no accounting for taste

Now watch me fuck a smile right onto your pretty face

You're balanced on a razor's edge

And I'm getting ready to shove

All those hidden needs that I will dredge

You're gonna fit me like a glove

Well

Your every hole's a goal and I'm on a breakaway

I 've got no mercy left for you

*You've got more than hell to pay *

As I live and breathe

You were made to squeeze

And I'll open that secret door

Don't avert your eyes

*While I baptize *

My lovely new demon whore

She menaced him as she serenaded her very captive audience. Sometimes she nibbled and bit at him between verses. She flicked a forked tongue in his face and slightly inside one of his ears at the word slither. A fire started at his feet when she mentioned burning to ash. The lioness was swiftly there to stomp it out before it could burn him, appearing on the scene in a puff of crimson smoke and vanishing just as quickly. She was thankfully there to catch the nasty-looking dagger the hyena threw at him when she said edge, too. A little wave of her finger at the striped demoness, and she was right back to playing, as if that attempted murder was nothing more than a bit of naughtiness.

After that last verse, things really kicked up. The music got louder, and the piano kept on playing despite the lioness leaving her post in front of it. A glance revealed the keys were even still moving all on their own. That was irrelevant in the face of another demoness stepping before him. The lioness might not have had the same menace to her, but Cherno knew she was every bit as wicked as the hyena she seemed to serve. The two of them joined together in a duet to close the overwhelming performance. Her voice was softer, sweeter, more italic than bold.

Now spin the wheel!

(Take a chance!)

It's time for your grand premiere

Try not to squeal!

(Such romance!)

Let's ruin us a pretty deer

Ohhhhh, we're aching and we're needing

We've been longing for a doe like you, girl

We're built for breaking and for breeding

We're going to be your entire world

Yes yes yes yes!

Oh no no no!

Bite and take and claim!

Let's make ourselves a great big mess

You only have yourself to blame!

You only have yourself to blame!

And don't you dare have a change of heart!

Or she'll tear your entire soul apart!

Say good!

(Good!)

Bye!

(Bye!)

Cherrrrrrno

You've got everything

To make us sing

And you'll make me purrrrrrr now

Let us hear you laugh, oh

*Ya ha ha! *

Yee hee hee!

You're gonna give it all to me

Ohhhhh

Ya ha ha!

You hoo hoo!

We're gonna take it all from you

Ya ha ha!

Yee hee hee!

You're gonna give it all to me

Ya ha ha!

You hoo hoo!

_We're gonna take it all _

From!

Youuuuuuuuuuuuu

Dropping to their knees to belt out that last note made the finale all the more dramatic. The audience erupted in the most uproarious applause and cheering Cherno had ever heard. It was deafening. Some of it blended into unhinged laughter like there were a thousand hyenas watching him at once. Others snarled with apparent bloodlust, blending into a single fearsome cacophony. Cherno shuddered, fighting down a sense of nausea as he finally stopped spinning. The hyena had given him a push at the start of the duet, leaving him twirling around and around as if on a wheel of fortune. His vision was blurred, his head hurt, and the wicked things were still looming close.

"Carmentis, first of all my thralls," the demon elaborately said. "Unchain the meat."

The lioness leapt into action. There wasn't any apparent latch or breaking point on the shackles that bound Cherno in place, but she easily snapped them off anyway as if she was tearing paper. The chains clattered to the floor and Cherno went right along with them, falling to his hands and knees before the demons who had captured him. By the strictest of definitions, he was free to do whatever he wanted. His eyes darted upwards to regard the cruel smiles directed his way, then scanned over the audience of ravenous, gnashing teeth. Making a hasty exit from the stage didn't seem like the smartest of choices, and yet there was nothing he wanted to do more.

Instinct won out. There was no fighting them, only flight, flight, flight. His hooves slipped on the stage as he scrambled to make his naked escape from the demons who had so musically told him he was going to die before a cheering audience. His surprise that they didn't move to stop him was outweighed by his sheer panic. He was almost there. If he could just duck behind the curtain, maybe he could find his way out of that hellish realm.

A slick sound grew louder with each passing moment. He was right about one thing. Neither the hyena nor the lioness had moved from their place when he got up and ran from them. They didn't need to. Shirazi's tongue stretched out like a frog's, all shiny black and glistening with saliva. It caught the deer around the throat from behind, immediately yanking him off his hooves with a nasty chokehold. He fell hard and kicked madly as he was dragged right back to where he started by that warm, slippery appendage, getting all his screams strangled out of him. When he was at her feet, the demoness spoke again.

"If you shall be so kind as to shell my sweet little nut," Shirazi snickered as she stood above the struggling buck. Having her tongue stretched out like that, grasping the kicking deer did nothing to muffle her words.

"My pleasure, mistress," Carmen purred.

She crouched down to run a hand along Cherno's cheek. Her touch was oddly calming even in the midst of the panic, but only for a moment. She swiftly took him by the antlers and gave them a harsh tweak. They were completely without sensation, but he still flinched when he heard them crack. He'd been proud of that year's rack, with all its many points. It made him look just that much more masculine, but thanks to the unnatural strength of the cat, he was left wearing little more than nubs atop his head.

Carmen tossed them aside to clatter loudly on the stage as if they were nothing more than trash. She smiled down at him when she was done.

"That's better. Much more like the real you, I think," she softly said as she gazed deeply into his wide, terrified eyes. "Do try to enjoy yourself. There's no death like your first."

Shirazi reeled him in. She forced him to stand before her on shaking legs when the alternative was being choked out her grasping tongue. Grabbing and groping him all over, she felt him up like he was nothing more than the meat she called him. He flinched away from her every touch, he whimpered, he shook his head. None of it tugged at the blackened heartstrings of a demon who had lustful malice in her eyes. A flash of her teeth, a gleam of her fangs, and she lunged for him.

He glimpsed the darkness in her maw for all of a moment before she engulfed him in the slobbery embrace of her humid jaws. Her fangs slipped along his neck as she wetly omphed his whole head in her mouth at once. He went stiff, panic setting in, paralyzing his muscles. Those that still functioned were in overdrive, making him twist and writhe in utter fear while she forced his face into the back of her throat. She wasn't that much bigger than him, but her inner flesh proved more malleable than a mere mortal's. His features were a bulging mask of terror in her stripey throat while the hyena demon swallowed him alive.

When she released her tongue from around his throat and instead coiled it over his whole body instead, he was free to scream all he liked. Her grip was tight enough to constrict him like a drooling snake, binding his arms to his sides, his legs together, squeezing harder, harsher until his joints popped. She ran her claws down his sides, she clutched his ass, digging her thumbs into the tender muscles until he tingled. Her gullet slickly slipped past his face, then his chest. No matter how much bulk he tried to gain, no matter how strong he got through all that hard work, he was still a curvy deer to be devoured with ease.

He could faintly hear the audience. They were chanting something. It was muffled by the flesh around him. He was plunging between the heavy undulations of the peristalsis squishing tightly around his struggling body, sliding deeper towards the demon's stomach. Anything but this, he told himself, but he was far too overwhelmed and overpowered alike to properly fight her. Shirazi consumed him, glancing her fangs along his skin, slurping and slathering along his chest and then his taut belly as she worked her way down. A wrench of her head lifted him straight up off the stage, his bound legs sticking straight up towards the lights overhead. Everyone got to watch him descend, and they revelled in the cruelty of it all.

The demon was surprisingly accommodating inside, enrobing him in the soft embrace of slick stomach walls when his face dunked down into her gut. He felt her kneading at him while he accumulated in there, making her swell and expand with the weight of her prey. Then there came her licks between his legs, teasing across his soft sheath, his balls, his taint, then finally to his rim and the very base of his tail. She had such control over that unnatural slurper, dragging and tending to him until he was twitching with unwelcome pleasure. It didn't do much to offset the horror of the situation.

She held him there, suspended, captive in her gullet while she tormented him with her tongue. Only when she decided he'd had enough did she throw herself into a heavy, rolling swallow that snatched him by the chest and dragged him swiftly downwards to thud to the very bottom of her belly. She grew fatter with her meal, stretching her outfit to the breaking point, popping buttons until her gut sprang free of its confines, bare in her kneading clutches. A second set of hands was soon upon him from the outside as the lioness massaged her mistress, helping the venison settle into her hotly gurgling, sloshing stomach.

It was already giving some ominous churns and squeezes around him before he'd even fully descended to the bottom. She gulped and shuddered with apparent pleasure, surrounding him with muffled giggles in her excitement for eating him. He descended deeper, thighs descending smoothly, sheath mashed firm to the walls of her throat as she finished off her meal. When he was little more than a pair of hooves between her teeth, she licked them, nibbled them, turned this way and that to ensure every last member of the audience got their last glimpse of poor Cherno before he vanished. Then there came the final, resounding ULLLP like a second grand finale.

Locked away in the dungeon of her flesh, he could only bleat and beat his body against the walls that kept him confined while they pressed in tighter and tighter. Digestion wasn't going to be easy on him. It burbled and it glurrrrned aggressively all around him. Tighter and tighter still it squeezed. The walls were soft but they were strong, and he was running out of room to breathe. Maybe suffocating inside her bulging belly would have been a mercy when the heat was growing so intense. That was to say nothing of the juices, of the hissing, tingly fluids pouring down on him from all sides, coating him and soaking him in a damning cocktail that threatened to dissolve him from the outside in.

The pain set in. It took a while. He was being crushed by the walls brutally compacting around him. His lungs burned in the caustic air of his own body melting in an acid that ate away at his hide. Everything that was pretty and precious about dear Cherno was swiftly ruined by the wicked efficiency of a demon's digestive acids. She jostled him around with a few bounces of her belly, making sure he was as evenly coated as he could be while she cooked him to perfection in that hellish chamber. The kneading fingers massaging those cruel fluids deeper into his skin only ensured the total destruction of his body was more swift.

She couldn't take away his screams. Shirazi held a microphone to her belly while the deer wailed his agony inside her. Somewhere out there, he heard the muffled reproduction of his anguish crackling through some vast speakers. They cheered for his impending death as if he himself was putting on a performance while the demon showed off the slowly shrinking bulge of solid meat inside her. The constant compression and gradual melting of everything he was ensured her gut got smaller, smoother, rounder by the moment.

At least it was almost over. The horror of his own digestion, of being siphoned and assimilated into a demon's curves while still very much alive was drawing to an end as his mortal vessel failed. He couldn't breathe much, nor could he struggle. His voice fell silent, to the audible disappointment of the audience, but their excitement rose back up when they realized he was dying. Wheezing, slumping, softening, he sank down to the bottom of the juices that were ending him, boiling him away into nothing more than hot venison stew, a satisfying meal for the demoness who was digesting him to death.

Yet even as sweet oblivion beckoned him, the horror didn't end. As if planted there by the demon herself, Cherno found himself thinking in those fleeting final moments of existence that death itself might not save him from her. If demons were a reality of the world in which he lived, then so too was his soul. She surely had it in his clutches, and he wasn't sure what that meant. It couldn't have been good. Even in his fading torment, he knew that more awaited. She seemed to sense such thinking, and spoke softly in a voice that was somehow clear to him despite the messy sloshing and grumbling around him.

"Do not fear for your immortal soul dear Cherno! I'm only taking a piece of it. A little slice along the sides to help trim it down to something I can sculpt. I will see you on the other side."

A few firm pats to the diminished silhouette of digesting deer, and Cherno finally gave in. He fell apart under that slight extra pressure, turning to little more than sludge inside Shirazi, nothing more than meat and bones to be fully melted down and claimed. A hyena like her was going to use every last bit of him. A demon like her was going to ensure such a carnal indulgence of a meal wasn't to be her last. She refused to let him get away so easily. All it took was a snap of her fingers. No sooner was he released from the clutches of mortality, and he was back to kneel before her as if nothing had just happened.

The transition was a jarring one that left him reeling and crawling away from her. She rubbed her belly - still visibly engorged with him but shrinking, smoothing, flattening over in favour of making her thicker all over. He could watch as her tits got big enough to burst from her outfit, as her thighs stretched her pants tighter and tighter, and as the bulge in those strained bottoms grew even more imposing. Eventually she simply couldn't be bothered to remain clothed, and tossed aside her hat and cane so she could launch into a frenzy of shredding that freed her from those garments, rags and fragments fluttering down around her like flower petals. Her voice was like a hiss.

"Just look at all your contributions. That body will be better served as part of mine. I can feel it. Softer. Thicker. Another layer on my stripes."

Being newly naked meant she could show off the fat, pitch black nuts and unsheathing equine meat she was sporting. A shiny black dick like that looked like it belonged on a zebra. It filled out before him while she cupped her sack, letting it jiggle just as much as the assets he'd helped perfect. Not only did it have that massive equine heft to it, but it also came equipped with an extra thick roll of excess skin that almost completely covered the flat tip. It was the first time Cherno had ever seen an uncut horse cock.

"This is all thanks to you. Such heft you grant. All that hard work of yours, mine to keep," she sharply giggled, and then she lunged.

He bleated in fear as she pounced on him and pinned him under the weight of her prey-padded body. The extra weight that held him down was all thanks to his own body being destroyed inside her. At least she wasn't mauling him. Shirazi merely clutched him by the muzzle rather than outright attacking, tilting his head until he was looking directly into her eyes.

"Say your name for me," she told him.

He looked up at her, eyes still shiny with fear, but he obeyed before he knew why.

"Cherno."

"Hmm," she said, stroking at her chin and swiftly climbing off of him. "Not dumb enough yet."

"Cuter though, wouldn't you all say?" The lioness purred to him as she helped him to his hooves, hefting him under the arms.

The two demons stroked at him and showed him off to the gathered masses. He was naked as before, and looking much like he did before he got the idea to toughen up a little. His musculature was subtle, his body was slimmer and girlier. His antlers were back, but they were shorter than before like an early season set, much less impressive than the full rack that still laid discarded on the stage. A blue blush illuminated his cheeks when he realized that wasn't the only thing about him that was less manly than before. Being eaten and returned to life had stolen from him some of his size, with a smaller sheath and coinpurse sack on display for everyone to see how much he'd lost.

As much as he wanted to be more shocked about it all, he felt himself lacking a certain clarity of mind. It was hard to think in sentences. Some of his memories were cloudy, too. Why was he there in the first place? There was something about his missing friends, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember who he'd been looking for. Their faces blurred when he tried to picture them. So too did his home, and the life he had before that stage. Maybe it wasn't as important as he once thought it was.

"Yesssss," came the hyena's snakelike tone. "I like this one better. You were lying to yourself, anyway. This is the real you."

That was enough to snap him from the haze with a burst of outrage. He shook his head and channelled all his remaining willpower, all his strength into one single word of protest.

"No!"

The reaction of course was laughter, from the demons and all who watched alike. Carmen squeezed him and nibbled on one of his ears, speaking her honeyed words with a sensual rumble.

"Oh my. So feisty. Maybe you've got a little big cat in you. You will soon."

Shirazi snickered as she reached out for the shaken deer, squeezing him by the hips. She got in his face, huffed her steaming breath over his features like she was about to eat him again, and then just settled on licking his cheek. He was coated with slobber in an instant. Her voice boomed out as she spoke not just to him but to all who had gathered to watch their cruel show.

"Tell me this. What is it that makes deer so fuckable? Is it their little tails, or their pretty faces? Is it the thrill of taking something so soft and precious, almost too tender for this world, and reducing it to nothing more than your little cumdump and dinner alike? We shall certainly see. But first."

Planting a hand firmly atop his head, she gave him a harsh shove so that he'd drop to his knees again before the altar of her fat nuts. They glistened with the sweat that steamed upon her smooth, shiny skin.

"Be a good doe. Suck the musk you helped make. Sniff down what I took from you."

Part of him resisted. Part of him didn't. He pulled away at first as she forced his face against her balls, but once he was smothered there he couldn't resist. He was stuck there as if magnetized, trying not to breathe too deeply. The tight grip she had on a fistful of his hair reminded him how things could hurt if he didn't obey, so he gave her the most cursory of sniffs. That alone was enough to swamp him with his first dose of absolutely mind-melting demon musk. She was rich with that silvery scent that tingled through his thoughts, overriding everything else until he simply had to go back for another sample. A little deeper that time.

She smelled good in the kind or raunchy, sexy way that made him quiver and stiffen from a mere few huffs. Shirazi rubbed his face in her nuts while he drank her scent fresh from her fur and skin, swallowing it with every deeper and deeper breath. It was enough to make him a believer right that very moment. The unsettling feeling of instant addiction rose in his chest. He needed more of her before he even stopped sampling her. It left him pressing his nose more deeply into the middle of her sack, dragging out as much scent as he could possibly sniff.

"I think we have a winner," Carmen teased, reaching down to press her hand on the back of Cherno's head.

He hardly needed the encouragement, nor the guidance. Finding his way to that tuft of thicker, darker fur around the base of Shirazi's cock came naturally to him. There he smothered himself with some help from Carmen's forceful shoves, completely burying his nose in that musky patch. He breathed nothing but for Shirazi itself, and he thrived on it. His arousal was swiftly obvious, standing up tall after such a short time drenched in hyena sweat. She wasn't just turning him on with that thick, forbidden scent. His cock twitched so hard he was close to cumming by the time she finally let him up for air.

His first reflex was to try to dive down for more, but she held him back, clutching him by the hair so he could refill his lungs with something other than her. His breath was steaming after indulging in that heated essence. He panted heavily, drooled a little, eyes glassy and mind thoroughly clouded. When Shirazi hefted up that thick horsecock and let it thud atop his nose, he didn't hesitate to open up for her. There was some part of him still there inside, some part that held back, that fought against the hold she had over his body, over his every movement. The rest of him gleefully latched onto the thick, flared tip of her blunt cock, tongue dipping into the excess foreskin that wrapped around it for some extra flavour.

She stretched his jaws when she fucked his way towards his throat, straining him, choking him. He didn't let that stop him from suckling and worshipping her with his tongue and mouth alike. Part of it was the fear of what might happen if he was anything but completely submissive to her. Part of it was his newfound obsession with her scent, her taste, with everything about that horny demon. When she started making him swallow her cock, he gagged at first, but swiftly found calm even while she was bulging out his throat fur with the details of her flare and bulging veins alike. She could be as rough as she liked and he was ready to obey her.

When she got plunged down his throat deeply enough, she reached down for the natural blowjob handles of his antlers. They might have been smaller than before, but they were still sturdy enough to help her pump him and fuck his face in smooth, sloppy thrusts. The juices spitting from her shaft mixed with all the excess saliva her flavour was helping him produce, splashing out on every pull back. It poured down his chin and her nuts alike, soaking the deer's soft fur while he got his gullet rutted by the lustful demoness. His own cock was raging the entire time, so very near orgasm just from getting publicly used like that.

Shirazi was not one for restraint, quickly getting carried away with her slamming down his throat. It stretched him out and kept him from breathing much, but he couldn't do much more than squirm. Her pace was brutal enough to take him right down to the floor of the stage, pouncing him flat so she could sit on his chest and thrust in his muzzle. His mouth was just another hole to fuck. She plapped him hard with her swinging nuts while he got his belly filled with precum, shooting straight out of that thick cock until he was feeling weighed down by it.

His own shaft throbbed away, utterly ignored in all the chaos. Carmen couldn't resist such an opportunity. She rumbled as she knelt down to stroke at it, getting a twitch and a few involuntary kicks from the deer, hooves tapping on the stage. That made her chuckle and rub him all the harder, getting her digits all smeared with his precum. He wanted to cum so badly, but something kept him from fully slipping over the edge. Maybe it was just the fact that they weren't done with him yet.

The lioness moved from rubbing his dick to playfully grinding her own cock against his. Hers was more than twice as big, in length and width alike. She didn't even have to tell him that. Rubbing shaft to shaft was tease enough. That quickly bored her though, and she moved on to sitting on his dick, letting it slip snugly between the smooth-furred cheeks of her ass as she lifted her red-tufted tail high for the audience to get a good look at the action. She might have been bigger, but she was going to ride that deer while his cock was still big enough to satisfy her.

Settling snugly down on his shaft, she took him deep into a plump, tight donut hole to match her pitch black equine cock. He felt the first clench clamping down on him when he was balls-deep inside her. That was almost enough to make him cum right that very second. His moans didn't make it from his throat given it was currently clogged with hyena dick and precum alike. Shirazi didn't pause in her face-rutting just because the deer was close to climaxing. If anything, it made her fuck him harder.

Cherno was in a world of eye-watering pleasure as he got fucked and milked all at once by the demonic pair. Carmen sat down deep on his dick, grinding on him, squeezing on him, but she was soon up again to bounce and ride him like the demon she was. Her ass was soft but that only helped a little when she came thudding down at bruising speed to thump and slam on the deer's hips. He didn't last much longer inside her when she really got to pleasuring herself with his cock. Not when she was clenching and squeezing like that, flexing hard on him every time she came down for another thud of her rump to his girly body.

Flailing his arms about, he scrambled for something to hold onto while he blew his load deep inside the zebra-cocked lioness. It was thicker, hotter than his usual output. He came himself silly, jetting again and again while she sat there snugly hugging his every inch. Shirazi took that as her sign to fuck his throat even harder, silencing his attempts at moaning in favour of those messy glurks that came with choking down that much dick and pre alike. She bounced and smacked him with her nuts again and again, clapping his chin with her shiny black balls until she whooped and cackled in delight, ready to flood him at last.

That he'd lasted so long without passing out was an impressive feat in itself. He couldn't hear how the audience responded to it over the hyena's laughter. She let her unhinged nature show as she drenched his insides with her spunk, cock flaring in Cherno's throat until she was shooting a belly-stretching load straight down inside of him. He heard it glurshing thickly as it slopped down his gullet, filling him up to the very brim, weighing him down even flatter to the floor. She wouldn't stop cumming inside him, even when it welled up in his throat, or ran from his nostrils, utterly saturating him with her scent and taste alike. He was her fountain, her condom, her cumdump, and she drained her nuts fully inside him before even thinking about letting him breathe again.

The extended shlurrrrp of pulling out of his mouth ended in a messy pop. From there, the buck could only hack and choke his way back to the surface as if swimming up from the bottom of a lake. A lake of thick, hot, richly musky hyena cum. The lioness patiently waited for him to recover, sitting on his dick the whole time. She didn't let him up yet. When he was back to wheezing and panting rather than desperately gasping for air, she rocked a whimper out of him by going up and down on his cock once more, gliding that blue shaft into her glossy hole. His dick went gliding on her own cum while he watched her fatter shaft bobbing up and down in time to her movements through blurred vision.

"I want you to have him. A little piece of the soul, all for you. Chip it off and claim it," came Shirazi's voice, softer than usual. Her words were only for the two of them to hear, not the audience.

"You are very generous, Mistress," Carmen answered, then leaned closer to Cherno's face. "I promise I'll take good care of you."

She demonstrated what good care was by riding his sensitive cock all the harder. He might have just blown, but it still felt good. She was making him warm, working him up to a second cumshot in a short span. The taste of hyena cock on his tongue, the hot feeling of drooling Shirazi's spunk, those both certainly helped. He swallowed some of it back down once his throat was clear, savouring the flavour that imprinted itself on his senses. Drenched in scent and throbbing hard, he finally managed a bleat as the lioness gave a playful growl near his face.

"That's it. Good girl, Cherno. Cum for Carmen," the lioness purred to him, going tighter and tighter while she slickly slurped her shiny rim up and down his dick.

He did as she commanded within seconds of the words leaving her soft black lips. An arch of his back, a buck of his hips, and he unloaded everything he could possibly give her. She moaned for him, gave him her approving cries of yes, and finally fell to growling as she used that moment to go over the edge herself. Cherno saw her pleased expression for a mere few moments before he had to close his eyes again under the torrent of her cum. It was just as hot as the hyena's, just as thicker, just as overwhelming to his senses, and she covered him in it.

Those long, heavy ropes splattered over his features, soaked into his hair, coated every single inch of him above the waist by the time she was done with her clenching, twitching finish. Falling to rumbles in the aftermath, she remained right where she was while Cherno groaned beneath her, still inside her, not even fully softened. This time, she didn't push him any further. Instead, she leaned close, and drew her rough tongue along his cheeks, then his face, cleaning up the mess she just made while she soothed him with her constant rumbles.

"You are precious. I shall savour every piece of your innocent little soul I get. Ooh, look how it glows!" she brightly told him, as if there was nothing particularly scary about the moment.

When she pressed close and laid her lips on his, it was easy to forget the danger he was in. They made out while she slowly slipped from his cock, rubbing her own on his belly and chest while the hyena's cum sloshed around inside him. She slipped him her tongue and he sucked it, then she dragged his inside with a deft curl of her own. They sloppily kissed for a time, grinding, squeezing as she laid on him like a blanket, but the audience was ever chanting for his grisly end. They weren't satisfied with just one death.

Carmentis smoothly transitioned from kissing her prey to slowly, wetly engulfing him. She opened her jaws around his muzzle and took him inside before he even realized what was happening. It all felt like one long kiss to him, one that grew deeper and deeper until he was pushing into her open throat. It was only the sudden STOMP of Shirazi's paws coming down on his antlers that forced him back to reality. The hyena snapped off his crown once more with a pleased snicker, leaving the splinters discarded on the stage so the lioness could easily overcome his entire head in her drooling maw.

A heavy gulp took his muzzle down as she continued her work along his body. Being eaten by her was a much gentler experience than the hyena had given him, but the instinctual fear hadn't been fucked out of him yet. Her teeth framed his throat as she gulped his head straight down. The rest of him, slimmer, softer than before, was easy to eat. She laid on him for as long as she could, feasting on his body until she simply had to roll back and sit on her ass, legs spread as she gathered more Cherno into her mouth.

Another ullp, another kneading squeeze her gullet all around him dragged him past her lips and into the humid darkness that awaited him. She was every bit the demon that Shirazi was - if not quite as powerful - and that meant she was built for swallowing her prey whole. No mortal limits could slow her down. She stretched and soon rounded out as he made his way past her naked bust and into her dark stomach. It was sleek and slimy inside, coated in the juices that were going to mean his nasty demise once more. At least it didn't immediately sting.

She finished him off with a roll of her shoulders and a long, satisfying siiiiigh. Some part of him was pleased to know she enjoyed eating him so much. That was soon pushed aside in favour of fear once more as the walls squeezed in on him from all sides, clenching up tight so he could be thoroughly coated in the juices rapidly pouring out all around him. They rose up to dangerous levels but didn't quite submerge him, keeping him struggling for air as the tingles started and turned to itching within seconds. A few solid smacks of her palms to the bulge of her prey beneath her bust and the lioness settled back down into what could only be called a purr, even if she was a big cat. Perhaps demons made whatever sounds they wished.

"That's a good doe. I'll try not to be too harsh on you in there."

Maybe she was trying, but it was a negligible difference at best. The acids burned. His bones popped and crackled under the intense pressure. His skin was stripped away layer by layer and he choked on the caustic air. The only thing that comforted him during his grisly demise was knowing it wasn't permanent, that they couldn't possibly have been done playing with him yet. With the mortal fear put aside, he could focus on ignoring the pain as best he could - and trying not to think of the implications of having his soul siphoned away one piece at a time by a pair of demonesses.

Carmen rubbed at her gut, and soon Shirazi did too. Their kneading hands helped accelerate the digestive process, which was likely more a mercy than anything. It meant he wasn't going to sizzle and simmer in there for too much longer when he was already getting so soft. At least he would live on, in whatever form they made of him when he returned. He was ready to slump down and accept his end, until he felt a third pair of hands pressing in on him from the outside. The touch was soft, even hesitant. It couldn't be.

"Yes, that's right. Go ahead. Feel your former self in there," Carmen warmly said as she guided the wrists of the deer before her.

"That's ... me?" came Cherno's soft voice as he massaged the still-squirming bulge of his own body being melted down to mush inside the lioness.

"It was." She gave him a smile. "But not anymore."

There was already a new Cherno standing there on the stage, smaller, slimmer. He was wider at the hips and smaller at the shoulders, and his dick was so small it was nothing more than cute. This one was more obedient than the last, kneeling with the lioness while she digested his slightly more masculine body. He stared at her in awe and did as he was told, massaging the fading buck inside her belly. The sound of his own voice, albeit slightly higher and more delicate, sent panic through the digesting deer. It was too late for that.

The walls closed in and crushed the remaining life out of him just as the lioness began to play with the shrunken cock of her new toy. She licked her lips and gave a gentle belch in the living Cherno's face as she finished off the previous one for good. Snuffing him out with the grip of her gut crunching him to stillness was enough to make her moan. Her cock twitched as she felt him stop moving, dying inside her knowing the Cherno on the stage wasn't him. That was the last attention Carmen gave him.

"My my. Look how big you made me! I'm not used to being so musky." She ran her fingers up and down her cock a few times as her belly flattened over and her curves grew visibly softer all over.

Most of the former Cherno went to her dick. He made it fatter, made her balls heavier, and filled her up with another load of fresh cum ready to be milked by a good girl. He licked the tip of her flared shaft to clean her up a little, but she was busy toying with his own smaller dick. It was only a few inches long by that point, standing up firm to her every touch. He loved her taste almost as much as the hyena's, especially knowing he'd helped bring it out. Licking her all over, he didn't hesitate to open up for her when she pushed that broad tip against his lips.

Even if he was smaller and she was bigger, he still swallowed it without stopping. It stretched his throat and bulged all the way down to his soft chest. He wasn't as trim there as before, unlike the rest of his girly frame. If anything he was softer, as if he was getting a little bust of his own just by being close to the demons. Carmen pushed his head down on her dick, demonstrating her own disappearing act as she sheathed it inside him. It was enough to keep him dangling from her as she rose up to her feet once more, slowly swaying her hips, showing off his bent over ass to the audience.

"What do you think? I'd say he's almost right," she rumbled. "But we can break him down all the more."

A sudden smack to his ass jolted him, but it was the kind of pain that made him moan. At least it did now. His mind was all disconnected, finding blanks where there used to be important information about who he was, what he cared about, what he wanted. All he desired was the two of them. He sucked Carmen's cock while she held onto one of his short, unimpressive antlers, tugging him back and forth, but eventually she had to let him go. Not because he was suffocating, but rather just because she had other ideas for how to use his body.

A firm push was enough to flatten him, and the two demons stood above him for a time, simply letting him bask in their presence. Their cocks throbbed for him, standing tall and thick, looking too big for a frail little thing like him. When they came down on top of him, they aimed for the same spot, laying those heavy nuts atop his face, smothering and teabagging him with all the extra heft he'd granted them after digesting in their bellies. His little dick shivered with tension, spurting a little precum from the pressure and pleasure of getting dominated by those infernal beauties.

They almost made him cum just like that. He loved to sniff them, to lick them, to bathe in their raunchy demon scent until he smelled like nothing but the two of them. The hyena's was still thicker, and it overpowered Carmen's the longer she lingered there. That grew doubly true when she simply decided to get right down on his face, lowering that plump, shiny equine rim onto his lips and nose to completely overtake him all at once. He got his muzzle wedged between her striped cheeks as a fleeting sense of familiarity came over him, as if he'd pictured this very moment before. It probably wasn't important.

With his cock standing up as a cute little beacon of blue, Carmen made her move. This time, she didn't have enough to work with to get herself off, but she could still have her fun. Wrapping her lips around those few inches of petite deer dick, she sucked him deeply, easily fitting him on her tongue. He didn't even reach the back of her throat. That just meant her bobbing and rough-tongued slurping was all the more intense, as if she was working on a clit rather than a dick. He was sensitive to the point of almost unbearable, just barely able to stand it while she gave him those firm sucks.

Of course, none of that allowed him to distract from the main course of eating Shirazi's thick donut with all the strength he had in his girly body. He reached up to hold her hips, squeezing tight, pulling her down on him. The extra pressure was enough to snap off his small antlers like they were made of cheap plastic, but he didn't care. All he wanted was more, more, sniffing her, licking her, pressing his tongue right inside of her while he wrapped his lips around the plump ring of dark black. Sucking on her, slathering her, drooling all over that shiny asshole, he worked himself up to a pulsing peak that didn't even need the lion's sucking to get him off. He could have squirted from hyena musk alone.

While he maaahed into her ass, Shirazi just pressed down all the more firmly, overtaking him until she started to press that squishy ring right around his face. He shook and shot his load in Carmen's mouth after just a short suck, going off much earlier than he was used to. The resulting blush soon vanished inside the hyena. She bathed him in hotter, more humid musk while she wedged him up beneath her tail, devouring him between those heavy cheeks. He was going to make her even thicker, going to make her ass even fatter once she was done using him as her girly little living dildo.

There was nothing fearful about being consumed this time, though it was overwhelming enough to blank him out a little. Carmen swallowed his paltry offering of cum and kissed him on the tip of the dick, only to get a surprise splash of one more rope spraying from him as Shirazi overtook his shoulders. The realization that she was eating him with that sweaty, flexing hole was enough to make him cum just a little more, but his cute balls really had nothing more to give after that. Carmen caught that thin rope on the face and licked it away with a smile before she simply took Cherno by the hooves to help work him inside the hyena.

Shirazi crawled on all fours, tail raised, belly sagging to the stage as she devoured Cherno in the most humiliating of ways. Deeper and deeper she took him, rounding out with his form as he settled into her digestive system in reverse, hugged from all sides by the schlurking, squelching flesh. It already tugged at him, sometimes pinching or clinging, trying to digest him before he was even fully consumed. Her body was made to absorb mortal things like him, and she could eat him however she wanted. It didn't have to make sense if it turned her on.

"Rub him," she told Carmen, who was there to attend to Mistress the moment she was called. "Knead the doe for me. Let us shape him into something better. All it will take is a little baking."

The way she emphasized individual words so sharply sounded as if she was the only one in the entire world who truly understood them. Cherno found himself buried in the backside of the demon hyena, hugged tight by a strange sort of digestive process much different from the one in her stomach, but the familiar touch of the lioness helped him settle in. He remembered little of his previous digestions, but this one seemed gentler, from what he could tell. All he had to do was to close his eyes and settle into the embrace of the hyena's body, to become one with her flesh, part of everything that made her so luscious and desirable.

His body softened inside of her. She absorbed him into her curves, into the heft of her ass, thickening beneath Carmen's fingers as she so easily assimilated the entire deer she'd stuffed in her rump. The meat of him was one thing, but with his gradual, squishy demise there came again that brief glow, that spark of something vital and important deep within the demon's belly that flickered and faded. Another piece of him, another shred of his soul siphoned off to feed her hellish hunger, ensuring the Cherno who returned to existence at the snap of her black-clawed digits was one bearing the mark of even further corruption, almost unrecognizable as the handsome buck who the cat dragged in.

With nothing more than nubs where his proud antlers had been, a trim body entirely lacking in visible muscle definition, a mostly blank but content expression on his face, and a nice fat ass, he was the perfect girly boy bimbo. Though even that wasn't entirely certain, given the pair of small, soft nubs that might have been breasts on his chest. They were the smallest of cup sizes at best, but that didn't prevent them from leaking some when they hyena squeezed at them from behind. Such a touch revealed just how sensitive they were, leaving him collapsing back against the striped demon, suspended in her grasp as she showed him off.

"What do you think? I've been working hard to improve him for all you lovely people," she proudly said.

Cherno's dick twitched at all the attention. It was tiny, just a few inches of blue that poked up from his sheath, cute and nearly useless. He whined as she played with it, squeezing it between two fingers and a thumb for a few smooth strokes that made his legs all the weaker. Then he heard a lick of her chops from behind him, and a shuddered breath of desire.

"All the inches I've taken from you, but I still want more. I think it's time we made a clit of that cute cock. I'll show you how it feels to get limped like a little bitch before everyone's eyes."

When she pushed him down, he easily collapsed to let her on top of him. Her teeth were on his neck, her claws were at his side. She mounted him with a musk-steaming club of a big fat horsecock, stiff and flared already just to touch against his soft, unspoiled fur. Her shaft was bigger, heavier, harder than ever before, all thanks to him. All he could do was whimper for her while he lifted his little tail, showing the audience what a good little slut she'd made of him. She was about to make him even more of one.

Getting his rim thumped with the blunt tip of that broad cock was enough to knock all remaining thoughts out of his head. He was nothing but her hole, her whore, her bleating meat to fuck as she pushed deep inside him until he gave those lovely silly deer noises that made her giggle. Snickering didn't prevent her from gnawing on him while she pushed deeper and deeper, bulging his belly with the shape of her huge dick, swelling him with prespunk within moments. Her output was all the thicker, all the more potent after digesting him twice over and tasting of his soul. If he was just a little girlier, she might have been able to knock him up.

Rutting him that deep meant grinding against his tender boi button inside with every stroke. It was all the more sensitive after his changes. Having Shirazi squeeze at his new tits just meant all the more pleasure overloading his system as she fucked his ass right there on the stage. His body was almost entirely concealed beneath her bulk, beneath the extra pudge and pounds he'd packed onto her form in the process of digesting inside her twice over, but the audience appreciated the show nonetheless. They chanted in time to that striped ass going up and down atop the pinned deer, watching her jiggle as she plapped him, listening to the slick sounds of sleek, shiny demon dick plunging into a tight doe hole over and over again.

Ecstasy like that wasn't meant for Cherno's mortal soul, nevermind his body. He was immediately overwhelmed while he got his butt stuffed by the cackling madwoman. She licked his throat, she bit his ear, and she clutched him ever so tight by the chest while she fucked, fucked, fucked. It all sent him swelling, filling with her pre-seed before she even blew inside him, dripping as many juices as he still had left from his small cock. She was going to break him if she kept going at him that hard. Maybe that was the point.

As she pounded his body nearly numb, keeping him at a perpetual peak that never quite released, he found himself getting stretched to his limits, getting pushed right to the very edge of what he could enjoy. One more good, shrill and deerish cry from his lips and he finally slumped as he felt something inside him give way. It was like a pop, a bursting sensation that felt dire at first, but there was no pain in the aftermath. Instead, there finally came that rush of blissful relief as he shot hard for her, blasting cum all over his own belly in thin but high-pressured jets.

"Enjoy, Cherno. This is the last time you ever get hard."

His belly tingled as he came for her, and he just kept going, kept pushing past his limits and into utter madness thanks to her fucking him just right. Her own cock swelled, the veins bulged to stimulate him all the more, the flare stretched out to make a visible shape in his gut, and then she came. It was a belly-filling, bloating, overwhelming cumshot that swiftly stuffed his middle taut. Moments later and he was drooling it, getting jizzed right through like a broken condom while his cock started to soften. Not because he was done with his orgasm, but because she'd rutted him so hard that she'd broken him a little, leaving him unable to keep it up any longer. That didn't make her cock inside him feel any less pleasant.

Even as she sloshed him full of her demon cream, he felt a ticklish sensation across his swollen middle as if someone were drawing on him. It was only when Shirazi finished her nut-clenching climax that Cherno finally got to figure out what was happening to him. She gave a few more violent thrusts inside him and then wrenched him back, still impaled on her dick. Sitting up let her clutch him from behind in an embrace of her arms and legs alike, dragging her tongue along the back of his head while he glanced down at his wobbling middle. Someone had decorated it for him.

The elaborate design of a stylishly grinning face tattooed just above his soft cock, a demonic brand that told everyone who he belonged to. As if that wasn't already abundantly clear to the many lustful eyes upon him. He drooled for her and slowly nodded his head to an unspoken question, too dumb to think of anything else. He wasn't Cherno, he was Shirazi's slut, blissful to bask in her presence, to touch her and breathe her, to swim in her scent and flex around the inches of her huge cock.

"A little gift for being such a good girl," she told him, running her tongue along the edges of his ear. "Now you've got a ruined little clit for life, like a proper demon whore. I wonder how easy it'll be to make you cum soft?"

"Yes ... " he whispered. It was the only word he knew.

"That's right. You're almost done. We've portioned you just right. Half for me and half for her. I want you to have the last slice of soul all to yourself, my lioness."

Carmen beamed to be told that, looking genuinely sweet despite her demonic features. And despite standing there with a horsecock the size of Cherno's arm. She stroked it a few times, taking a moment to pause and sniff at her fingers with a faint blush on her cheeks, stunned by just how musky it was. When Shirazi pushed him towards it, the deer simply obeyed her commands without needing to be told. He shoved his face against that flare and sniffed deep at the broad, leaking slit of the lion's dick.

The time for slow worship and mediating on scents and tastes was long since past. Shirazi grew impatient enough to shove the back of his head straight down Carmen's dick, engulfing him in an instant in that splotchy shaft. It squeezed around him with a sound much like a gulp, and acted like a throat in the process. Pulling, dragging him deeper, he swam in lion musk, still drunk on hyena, sweltering his way towards the base of that bulging spire one swallow at a time. He loved making that demon cat rumble.

Shirazi wasn't about to pull out of him when she could fuck him down the lion's dick instead. She stood up with her cock still sheathed in his ample rump, making it jiggle as she gave some thrusts. That just sent Cherno lunging towards Carmen's sack, sliding up to his chest in hungry shaft, feeling the precum squelching out around him as he plunged. The lioness had to pause to brace herself, stepping back and thrusting her hips right into the hyena's own motions. Soon they were essentially spitroasting him between the two of them, fucking and sucking him down one sloppy cock-gulp at a time until there wasn't enough of him left to fuck.

Squishing his gut down flat in the grip of that lion cock meant getting some of that cum squeezed back out of him. He drooled it as much as it squirted out around Shirazi's shaft, soaking the demon's fur as she fucked him down that dick. Only when Carmen started overtaking the deer's ass with her cockslit did the hyena finally pull out, leaving Cherno gaping, dripping, and soft-dicked as ever, as he was always going to be. He moaned his way down into the depths, nearly drowning in the heat and musk that surrounded him. He loved that potent hyena raunchiness, but now it was time to sink smoothly into some fine cat scent, swallowing it with his every pleasured gasp, barely clinging onto consciousness.

There was so much cum awaiting him deep down in the darkness. He sagged her sack and made for a fine bulge of girly deer prey in her balls when he touched down to the bottom. There wasn't a trace of struggle left in him anymore. He accepted his fourth demise with lust and the desire for more. His hooves slipped away down the shaft of the moaning lioness. She sounded like she was already cumming from the sensation of swallowing him alone.

"Ahh. Good to have you in my body once more! Such pleasure I will take in jizzing you out along with the very last of your innocent little soul." She chuckled. "Almost too innocent. Haven't you ever tried being a little bad in your life? But ah, that's what makes you so spiritually succulent."

She clenched up around him until the outline of his body was all but vacuum-sealed beneath the skin of her nuts. It was an impressive trick for the audience to appreciate, and it made the progress of his own digestion into spunk all the more clear. One good squeeze was already enough to soften him a little. His features smoothed over as that big cat's sack glorped away, sloshing him with seed, covering him in fresh cum that sank deeply into his skin. It was cleansing, purifying even, or so it felt. He sighed and sank deeper and deeper while his extremities went numb, locked in a state of perpetual pleasure, of demonically induced euphoria over his own destruction and corruption alike.

Somewhere in the mess of it all, he added his own tiny contribution to the rising flood of jizz swelling those shiny balls. Just being inside her was enough to make him cum again, even without the ability to get hard. He squirted and he sighed again, sinking fully under the surface while his features got wiped away by the constant churning, by the heavy clenching that unmade him in the tight grip of Carmen's lust-hunger. She rubbed her cock idly, keeping it stiff but making sure not to cum Cherno out before it was time, holding him tighter and tighter to test if he was still solid. He couldn't hold up to such scrutiny forever.

One more good clench was all it took to snuff him out again with a satisfying glrrrk. His remaining silhouette got squished down into a round, flattened shape, a mere lump sagging in Carmen's sack. Then that too smoothed over and vanished, leaving her just with the extra heft of that engorging load of cream. There came that flicker once more, that fleeting glimpse of his immortal self being wiped away, and it brought the demoness who finished him off unimaginable pleasure.

"Such a gift you've given me in sharing this girly one," the lioness mused, licking over her lips, writhing in place.

"You deserve half of every boy I eat," Shirazi told her, truly an affectionate thing for a demon like her.

They kissed for a time before all the audience, their horns growing out and curling thanks to all they had absorbed from the once-masculine deer. Those curvy black adornments even took on some extra points, splitting off to add some features much like the antlers they had taken from him. He got to kneel and appreciate the changes for himself when he was back once more, alive in some form for the fifth time, in his new form. Shirazi picked him up just to show him off to the many onlookers who cheered for his full transformation. He couldn't have been less of a buck.

With nothing more than smooth, nubby antlers, a soft face, wide hips, thicker thighs, leaky boi-tits that perpetually trickled a little stream of milk, and a perpetually soft cock drooped down from its sheath, he was the perfect toy for any demon to have. Shirazi teased him with a little gesture as if she was going to toss him into the audience, to throw him to the masses and forget about him, but she wouldn't do that. Not to someone who belonged so fully to her. Instead, she dropped him, letting his extra cushy ass soften his landing.

When he didn't make a move, she simply stepped on him, laying a big, soft paw on his face to envelop him in those squishy black pads. He clutched at it like it was the most precious thing in the world to him, taking a deep sniff. Mindlessly worshipping her came with its own rewards, driving him to the brink, to the very edge of pleasure once more. His dick might have been soft, but he could still feel the lust running through it. Licking and slathering up the demon's foot, taking in her scent once more, getting her sweat smeared on his face was enough to make him spurt a thin, watery shot of what was at least supposed to be cum. It could barely be called that.

Having another paw pressed down on him just ensured he squirted all the more. Carmen ran her toes and claws over his tattooed belly while she rubbed him with her heel and got her pads smeared in his pathetic offering of seed. She was rubbing her cock all the while, helping to milk it of the load she made of him. It sloshed as her fat balls swung back and forth, tightening up, rising, smoothing over, shining bright beneath the lights. A rowl grew to a full on roar as the lioness went into a state of bliss that Cherno could only hope to fathom someday.

She came all over him, making sure to direct that arc of spunk up and then down on his face, his chest, his belly, his tiny cock, everything. He was completely blanketed in fresh, intensely hot cum that used to be him, soaked to the skin in her scent, hosed down to the point of nearly washed away. Trickles of the fresh demon seed ran over the edges of the stage, pouring onto the front row. They caught it in their hands, or lapped it up from the floor if they missed out. That velvet cream was far too sinful an indulgence to possibly waste.

Ending that torrent was a more solid something that thudded into Cherno's chest. It had been softened by the digestive process, but was still recognizable as his own empty skull. He might have found that something other than sexy if he still had a mind to consider it. Instead, he just clutched it proudly as a symbol of their dominance over his body. When she was finally done cumming, the lioness slumped her shoulders and closed her eyes, all with a smile on her face. Her tail swished and the hyena reached over to rub her softening cock a few times, leaning close. She didn't exactly whisper, but the words were mostly just meant for the three of them rather than the entire slavering crowd.

"Let's make sure all these people know exactly who you belong to," Shirazi told him, as if everything they'd done somehow still wasn't enough. "I won't let anyone else have you."

Cherno could only blankly await what came next while he stewed in their cum, wondering how he could get any more marked than he already was. They still had more scent to give him. That involved clutching their two prey-fattened cocks and aiming them down towards his prone body, publicly pissing all over his fallen self. They washed much of Carmen's cum off of him with those twin golden streams, soaking him in steaming fluids that slathered him and marked him down to the very core. For good.

He opened his mouth to let them piss in it, drinking the stuff down without any shame. It didn't matter if the audience mocked him, if they called him names. Everything they said was true. He was a dirty little piss slut. His soft cock could squirt from sniffing their paws alone. It shouldn't have been a surprise that he enjoyed getting used like that. Once they left him in a puddle, steam rising up from his near-comatose body, drooling pouring out of his mouth and his tongue dangling down the side of his cheek, they moved towards the centre stage.

"And now," Shirazi said softly. "You've been such a good audience. Will you stay for the very final finale?"

"We'll show you what we've made of our new toy," Carmen chimed in, turning tail to the audience, teasing with a swish of her tuft.

"Everything he used to be. Every bit of boyishness, everything that was ever strong, ever anything but ours. This is what he's become."

While Cherno lay soaking in their piss, he got to watch as the demon's squatted and publicly began to shit him out right in front of all those eyes. The audience liked that part just as much as all the rest. They watched right with him as they squeezed out thick logs of former deer, of all his past selves that still felt shame, fear, independence - anything but total devotion to the demonesses who had broken him was going into a bone-strewn pile there on the stage.

There were multiple skulls to add to the mess, squeezed out of those plump black donuts one after another. One from the lioness, two from the hyena. They'd kept those intact perhaps on purpose, just to show off all the deaths Cherno had gone through in their bodies. Emptied and packed with shit, they thudded in with all the other bones, quickly overtaken by the waste they pushed with occasional gasps and huffs of pleasure alike. Everything he'd ever been, was all gone, body and soul, destroyed forever. All that remained was whatever was dumbly chuckling there on the stage, completely broken, drooling in delight to be theirs.

Shirazi finished and rose back up, turning away from the mountain she made. It was something to be forgotten, to be left as a monument to Cherno's total destruction. That was hardly even his name anymore. The broken vessel laying there had very little in common with the deer who'd been dragged there and forced to be part of their demonic show. The hyena blew a kiss at the audience as they gave their standing ovation for the depraved performance, and the curtain began to fall. It was just the three of them after that. The lights began to turn off one by one. The hyena took his hand and offered him her broadest, most fearsome smile.

"I think that makes for a very happy Halloween indeed," she giggled. "Now. Come with us. We're going to your new home."