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Polite whispers died down as the host took the stage. He adjusted his cravat, pulling it down in to his black vest so that the pink-spotted knotted silk took on an appearance of a noose. The message was effective at quieting the crowd. They waited with baited breath as he idly stroked the feline at his feet. The ex-human panther shivered at his touch, fur thickening as the demon caressed the back of his head, slowly, deliberately. At last, as the tables quieted down, the man in the cravat began to speak. "Welcome fellows, madams, and others. It is with great pleasure that I thank you for attending this meeting of forces. While I am aware of the divisions between some of you, I want to take this time to remind you all that our victory was only achieved, and can only be maintained, by presenting a united front to the natives. Please take your turn to discuss possible cooperative ventures, and present your victories to the rest of us. Above all, I would like to remind you all that oaths are binding here- and please, enjoy yourselves. This is supposed to be a party after all." He cinched his cravat tighter around his neck, the accessory cutting in to his pale neck as he grinned, stepping down.

Begrudging applause was scattered around the ballroom as visitors paid their due respect to the current Archfiend. The adulation was punctuated by a tinkle of glass as one of the feline servers tripped, spilling a flute of blood on an older man wearing a snakeskin outfit. He stood immediately, frowning at the spotted leopard. The cat in question immediately dropped to his knees, pulling out a cloth from his pants and offering it up with both hands as he prostrated himself to the guest. The bulky figure, with surprising grace, leaned down to pick up the napkin, dabbing off the worst of the offense before handing it back to the servant, who prostrated himself on the ground in submission. Reaching down, the gentleman encircled the feline's head in a single scarred hand and quickly snapped his neck with a rotation of his wrist. He sat, unperturbed, and the room's conversation picked up once more. "I like the new War, don't you think? Last year was such an embarrassment for southern America, wouldn't you say?" A woman in a high-cut dress recrossed her legs, unconsciously trying to relieve her tension. Her table partner, a snappy middle aged Japanese man, nodded and returned his gaze to her. "At least when you tripped the slave this time, he didn't personally challenge Order to single combat. Really, their system of electing a leader over there is rather poor. Better to have a competition that encourages the traits a leader needs, rather than brute strength." The woman nodded. "So, how are the hearts? It was rather difficult to procure the medley the Archfiend asked for, but if there is one thing I like Italians for, it has to be those big juicy apple shaped tickers." The japanese man nodded, considering the thinly shaved muscle before him. "It is fine, thank you. I wanted to take offense at being served the dish over rice- but really, it was quite good. Excellent chef." The woman leaned forward. "No, I had the chef's heart. Good guess though." The pair chuckled, and the conversation moved on to a territorial dispute.

Eva wrinkled her brow. "It's sick. I just don't understand it." She watched two more waiter-slaves pull away the corpse by War's table. "Don't take offense but... you seem so much more... human than these other... demons." She bit off the word like a bitter pill. Eva pushed away the newest horrifying dish towards her companion, who was in the process of checking his meticulously straight teeth for stains in the steak knife's reflection. He set down the utensil and crossed his hands together, looking her straight in the eye. "Order has always been a human concept. The other Fiends believe that such a foreign title is an insult, but I have always taken a liking to it. They tend to underestimate that which is human, with good reason considering how easily we took this place. The crushing of the Americas was, in my opinion, the worst decision we could have made. It set us back fifty years, that desolation. So many lives wasted. So the demons of War could pretend to be big scary monsters? Live out their fantasy according to your kind's fears? I repeat, a waste. This is so much better. Your little rebellion in France is over, and all I had to do was give you a demonstration by bringing you here. Aren't I correct?" He waved over a server, another leopard, and pushed on the man's shoulder. The woman shook her head in the negative. "No. They will not believe me, they will consider me a race traitor just for listening to you." The Archfiend Order shook his head. "I happen to be an expert in the field of organization. You should take my word at face value when I say that by the end of the night you will work to end this little uprising of yours." Order paused in his diatribe to watch a Fiend take the stage. War stepped up, and began to address the group with a slideshow of gory combat feats. He meticulously detailed great glories won on the fronts of battle, here and and at home. He concluded with by announcing a gift of a personalized weapon, to fit their station and style. Order yawned, earning a quick glare from War. The elderly, gnarled man's features quickly smoothed over as he took his seat and let another guest take the stage. Order turned his attention back to the table, waving the leopard onwards. The server began to undress, meticulously folding his clothing, and laying it on the floor next to Order's seat. Eva eyed him curiously as he appreciatively looked over the slave. "This slave is perfection- even with Change here, spreading his contamination, he dare not insult my work. A perfect purebred in human form, this one is." He appreciatively stroked over the leopard, which shuddered. His sheath tightened, and a pink tip began to slip out in to the air. "So, you show me you've dominated a slave you bred. I suppose I should be impressed?" She looked away, uncomfortable. Order shook his head. "No, you miss the point again, Eva. I do this because I want to. Because I can. I'm here to have fun, not dally with a human rebel. But, if I happen to convince you along the way, so be it." He ran the pad of his thumb over the leopard's quickly strengthening erection, and a tiny mewl of submission escaped from the well-muscled ex-human. Eva suppressed a shudder, shooting back a scathing glance. "Well, have your fun without me. I think I'll go ahead and report back now." She said, her eyes cold with worry. Order waved his free hand, shooing her off, as he slid a digit inside the leopard's rear, leaning in to lick at his dribbling cock. Eva stood with as much grace as she could muster and started to pick her way around tables, trying to keep her head down and not catch any 'guest attention'. Speeches were beginning to die down, and the demons quickly turned their attention to each other, the room quickly devolving in to a blood-fueled orgy of sex, violence, and impassioned discussion between demons. The eerily well-trained slaves obeyed every whim without question, and the Fiends delighted in indulgence. Eva paused, bile rising at the scene in front of her.

A pre-pubescent girl was crossed her arms, pouting. She surveyed her chosen waiter, a panther ex-human that stood quietly, in the buff. "Male? Ick." She pulled on the gown of a nearby woman, who was conversing with a Japanese man. "No, I don't care if it is eco-friendly, you know we need to up our quotas in order to meet the demands- hmm? Oh, Bessie, how may I help you sweetie?" The girl pulled at her sundress shyly. "Can you do an alter for me, Delta? They always get worms when I do it." She asked, her posture the picture of innocence. The woman in the evening gown sighed. "Very well. I'd remind you that you'd have a sycophant to do it yourself if you hadn't made him fuck himself to death. The girl twirled her skirt and giggled. "But he was so cute when he curled up in a ball! Give me another one, I promise I won't break them!" Delta rolled her eyes. "Fine. Promise me a pair of factories." The girl stuck a finger in her mouth and thought about it for a moment. "Liquid not flesh, deal." She kissed her finger and pressed it in to Delta's hand. "All better. Come on!" Delta shot an apologetic glance at the Japanese man, who waved a hand and shooed her away, already thoroughly frisking his own waiter of clothing. With the assistance of the steak knife. And he wasn't being too careful not to get some flesh with the clothing.

Delta stood, black cocktail dress settling like a waterfall against her bronzed skin as she considered the specimen before her. "The best canvas, really, is the human form." She gazed off, making eye contact with Eva briefly. Smiling demurely, she traced the outline of the male's pectorals, fingers dancing across his chest, then tiptoeing their way downwards. "So adaptable. Really, the best a Fiend could ask for. All that compact structure just waiting to be expanded upon." She stepped back, eyeing the panther as a sculptor his stone. She tilted her head, the panther's chest swelling, like water filling a balloon as a pert pair of breasts swelled upon his chest, skin from his sides pulling taut as the magic drew upon his form to make the changes. The only acknowledgement from the waiter was a marked increase in breathing. She smiled as the swelling slowed, then stopped at a healthy C cup. "Positively delicious looking." She licked her lips, stepping forward once more. Conversation died down as the crowd stopped even pretending to not be paying rapt attention. Delta glanced around. "I prefer to give a more practical demonstration of my progress. As you all will see, I still have the market cornered on alterations." As she spoke, her hand delicately plucked across the panther's stomach, pinching, pulling, pushing. She rubbed the panther's cheek, and cheekbones ground together. The panther's jaw clenched, and a trickle of blood seeped from the pores of his face, visibly matting his fur as she brushed a hand to him. "Breeding pairs are no longer necessary." She trailed a hand down below his testes, his sheath twitching at her touch, as she spread the flesh beneath his pouch. She whispered in the panther's ear, then stepped away. The feline moaned, starting low and working the pitch up as his vocal cords shifted. With a voice Eva found eerily similar to her own, the panther began to pant and whine, as if desperate to throw away the last vestiges of his humanity. Dropping to all fours, the panther spread is legs wide, lifting his tail. Aided by the prying of his fingers, he showed off to the room his new set of feline female feral genitals. As he splayed them, exhibiting his new pink breeding tunnel, he pulled on a breast, twisting the teat beneath his crude fingers. He gasped with pleasure, arching his ass up in the air, whining. The waiter nearby, suffering under the knife of the demonic Japanese businessman, began to pant heavily. Even as blood trickled from a hundred different shallow cuts across his body, his erection freely slipped free. The barbs across his feline shaft actually flexed in time with his pulse, so strong was his desire. Still, he remained where he was. As Eva watched the spectacle, the hermaphroditic waiter rolled on to his back. Breasts had begun to fill in underneath his current set, leaving his chest stacked with a rounded D cup on top, and a A cup that looked to be going on B as a third row of teats began to sprout underneath those. The waiter looked pleadingly at the little girl. "Please." The girl's expression darkened, and she reached down over the panther and began to bend back a finger. "Pets are meant to be seen, not speak. I believe that was the first rule we taught you." She pulled it back further, and the panther whimpered. Despite the obvious pain, it was clear the feline was still being wracked with pleasure, as his prick drooled over his stomach. Grasping at his member, he jerked it back and forth furiously, climaxing after mere seconds of attention to himself as he splattered his new breasts with thick, milky semen.

Demons turned back to their own pleasures, satisfied at the demonstration, but Eva watched on with morbid curiousity as the little girl- no, demon, she reminded herself- snapped off the little finger of the right hand and tossed it aside. The panther yowled in pain, tears filling his eyes. With almost detached interest- shock, probably- Eva noted that as the panther lost concentration, he began to sob very... humanly, in contrast to his earlier bestial actions. A wet hiss escaped from the panther's nethers as urine began to trickle from his sex, dribbling down his tail and matting it. The pale yellow liquid quickly turned in to a puddle as it became apparent that the panther lost control. His high pitched sobs filled the growing roar of shrieks and moans that filled the room. Delta's gaze returned to Eva, bringing her out of her stupor, and filling her with terror. To be so completely altered against her will- it was what had broken so many of them in the beginning. This was the fate she had to avoid, at any cost. She skirted the wall as she watched the panther- pantheress?- coat his fingers in his own seed, sliding them in to his sex, desperately fucking himself. Unable to bring herself to look away, she groped blindly for the door, grasping the handle. Throwing it open, she ran.

She stumbled over a pair of waiters writhing on the ground. Both males, one had the other pinned to the ground on all fours. Undressed just enough to get access to each other, the panthers rutted with abandon. The male on the ground lulled his head as he grunted, eyes briefly catching on her body. The dominant rumbled, grasping the nape of his feline slut, twisting the flesh until the slut mewled. The panther on top thrust deeply, hilting himself inside of the other black furred feline as he curled his right hand in to a fist. Gently, he started tapping the panther's back, right below his shoulder. The submissive moaned, cock twitching at each contact. With a satisfied smirk, the panther on top slid his shaft back, until Eva could see the taper of the head. Replacing his hands on the panther's hips, he eased his shaft back in to his partner. A soft, slick slurp met her ears as she watched the feline's eager exit engulf the shaft. The pair's eyes rolled, their tails lashed, as the panther fucked his kitten in to coital bliss. The dominant cat looked up from tending to his partner for a moment, locking eyes with Eva. He smirked, showing off his mouth of fangs, as he began pounding in to his partner harder. The soft sound of sex was replaced by a meaty slap of hips meeting ass, and the whimpering of the svelt panther rocking himself back and forth on his hands and knees. The top's arms flexed, showing off his thick cords of muscle as he raised an eyebrow at Eva, grin widening. She shivered despite herself, a shock of sudden heat spreading to her nethers. She caught a whimper in her throat trying to escape. That smaller panther's cock... she watched the semi-flaccid member flop up and hit his stomach every time his partner buried his delicious shaft inside him. Thoughts of escape were quickly leaving her mind. She was outside the meeting room- only servants were out here, weren't they?

Unknown to Eva, an young man, human in appearance, was seated by the door, invisible to the human eye. He was also enjoying the show, furiously pumped his own shaft, some fifteen inches long. Sometimes, you had to make your own fun, especially when you had to wait on your boss for the next day or two. "You wouldn't really mind getting a closer look. There are only servants out here, no demon is going to bother coming after you. Get closer..." He repeated the line twice, letting it settle subconciously.

Eva licked her lips nervously, taking a step forward, eyeing the 'enhanced' pair of humans. That fur looked so silky smooth. The lean panther looked like he was lost in a state of bliss, and judging by how his cock looked half-erect, the monster inside of him would split her apart! Another step forward. Hadn't she had a call to make? The thought flew out her head as she watched the pair approach their climax- at least, based on the buff dominant's jerky thrusts. He slammed his cock home, reaching underneath his partner's stomach to grasp at his cock. Placing his thumb on one side, and his pointer finger on the other, he began to jerk the member up and down, masturbating his partner. The poor cocksleeve of a cat shuddered, his knees wobbling as his member reached full strength and began to twitch at the careful fur-coated touch of his partner. Still staring directly at Eva, he let go of the cock, giving several more careful, deep thrusts before stopping, pulling out. He jerked his penis back and forth several times before several long, milk-white jets of cum shot from his cock. They fell in to his partner's fur, and he placed a hand on the still-desperate feline's back. He rubbed back and forth, eyes fluttering from the afterglow, as he rubbed the cum in to his poor partner's fur. Shiny, slimy streaks of cum worked deep in to the fur, and when he was satisfied with his work, he stepped back. His partner at last picked up his head, looking quite pathetic. An idea slipped in to her head. They thought she was a demon! Fantasies ran through her head as she took the last step forward, the panther pair at her feet. No one would ever know. She licked her lips. "Let's get started then, shall we?"

As she gave instructions, Order's henchman took a moment to answer a call. "Let her go once she gets pregnant. Airfare, and something valuable in plain sight on the way out. She'll be calling on us soon enough, I expect." Answering affirmative, the demon returned to milking his member, watching the threesome get started.