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The lights were flickering. They had been ever since Cherno arrived to his appointment in a luxurious business tower. The girly buck already felt out of place since he first stepped through the glass doors, trying to determine what kind of look it was that the receptionist had given him when he said who he was there to see. Elysia was known as one of the most reliable talent agents in the whole industry. It seemed silly that someone like him, with no acting experience at all, could have landed a meeting with her. But apparently she liked his cover letter, or maybe just his headshot, and there he was, dressed in his best, even wearing a tie that felt overly tight around his neck as he waited in the elevator, watching the numbers changing until it bonged at his floor, eleven stories up.

The doors opened, and Cherno was in an instant completely starstruck. It couldn't have actually been who he thought it was. He'd seen that striped face a hundred times, whether on screens, or magazine covers, but to have him standing right there in all his handsome perfection was a whole different story. Of course he was gaping at that tall, divinely-muscled tiger before his eyes, trying to think of something really cool to say. Maybe reference some of his more obscure work? Or maybe casual nonchalance was the coolest thing to do. Staring like he'd been afflicted with headlight syndrome probably wasn't the right choice, but it was the best he managed, and he saw a little smirk appear on the big cat's lips.

"Hey. I think Ely's waiting for you. Hope you're ready. I know what she's like when she's all charged up."

When Cherno didn't immediately move through the elevator doors that the tiger was holding open with one muscular arm, the cat reached out with his free hand and zapped him. It was such a shock that it lit up their surroundings for a moment, like he'd just cast a spell on him rather than just channelled some static electricity. The buck jumped high enough his antlers almost scraped the ceiling, leaving that striped cat laughing and patting him on the back.

"Good luck! Maybe we'll be in something together someday!"

With that, Cherno stumbled out of the elevator, watching the doors close behind him on that well-dressed tiger, who was already in the process of putting his shades back on. It was well past sunset outside. The flickering of the lights was even more noticeable by then, and he Cherno was pretty sure he heard a light bulb shatter in the distance before he got to the door. It was adorned with a stained-glass rose, and had no other signage whatsoever. If he didn't know what he was looking for, he'd have never known it was the place. With a deep breath, he adjusted his clothes, straightened his back, and did one last check over his hair before giving three firm knocks. He was immediately greeted by a lively voice shouting through the door.

"Cherno! Darling! Come in, ja?"

He found himself looking around to see if there was an obvious camera he had missed. But he wasn't going to keep her waiting, even if he was wondering what the violet light glowing through the cracks in the door possibly could have been. Was she having some sort of party in there? He got his answer when he opened the door. Once the blindness wore off anyway. Not one peek into the confines of Elysia's office, and he was stricken by the flashing colours of the electricity shooting off of the eel's body. It crackled off, strangely purple in tone, shooting and sparking from her body as if she were a concentrated thunderstorm. He couldn't even see the outline of her body at first until those constant zaps settled down to a constant crackle, illuminating her glistening shape, reflecting brightly off the slime-coated curves on full display. Once again, Cherno was left without words, frozen in the doorway, just looking over the spectacle before him.

She wasn't technically naked. Elysia's body was lit up with that electric eel energy, dancing over her excessively voluptuous form, highlighting every glistening part of her but for her limbs. Those were wrapped up tight in a set of warmers and stockings, matching in their black and shiny look, hugging tight around her arms and legs alike. Were they latex? Leather? Rubber? It was hard to tell from a distance, especially with his eyes still adjusting to the bright flashes. When his pupils were small enough to let him see her clearly, he did his best not to stare. He knew she was as impressive a specimen as she was an agent, but he didn't expect her to have her whole body on display from the moment of their first meeting. Her balls nestled snugly between thighs as thick as his whole body. She was doubly aroused, showing off not one but two purple cocks, their curved shape pressing up into the slight squish of her paunchy belly, sparks flickering between them like a Jacob's ladder. Yet for all her visible lust, she wasn't in the process of pleasuring herself at all. Her hands were busy juggling at least half a dozen conversations at once.

It took him a moment to truly appreciate what he was seeing. He was a bit distracted by the assets on display. At the very moment Cherno stepped into her office, Elysia was talking into two cellphones pressed between her shoulder and head, achieving roughly 100 words-per-minute with a single hand clacking away on a keyboard, texting with the other hand, using her toes to swipe through a series of photos displayed on the screen of a tablet placed on the floor, and sipping from a large mug she delicately clasped with the very tip of her tail. He counted at least ten matching cups on her desk, each of them empty, the string of a tea bag hanging over the side. There were no fewer than four laptops open in a semi-circle on her desk in front of her, and she swapped from one to the other at literal lightning speed. The frenzy of activity made Cherno's head spin, and that was just from a few seconds of observing her in her natural habitat. She stood up sharply when he made his entrance, and set into motion a series of goodbyes that spanned at least seven languages, none of which he spoke.

When she had finished, she knocked back the remainder of her drink and slammed the mug down with the many others, sending them rattling.

"Ahh! Green tea, very calming. Cherno, hello! You are greatly overdressed, my friend!"

"Uh ..." was the only sound out of his mouth.

"No no. Will not do at all. My clients, you see. They are most particular. I look at you, and I see a star, yes! But they do not want to see you all covered up. Tell me, the red one, or the blue one?"

She spoke so quickly, and in an accent that seemed to fade in and out between syllables that it took some time for him to even parse what she was saying to him. That was more than enough chance for her to grab two skimpy outfits that were hanging on nearby hooks, displaying them before the buck. They were about the same, but for the colour of the floral highlights down the hem of the skirt. His eyes naturally gravitated towards the blue set, and just like that, she was tossing the other outfit aside to crumple on the floor.

"Ah, blue, of course! A much better match for you. I know you had good taste, my friend. Now, do hurry and get changed. They are waiting."

She might as well have called down lightning from the heavens to strike him on the spot for how thoroughly stunned he was. He was still processing her previous sentences, much less her current urging, and he remained frozen to the spot as surely as if she'd glued his hooves to the floor. When she approached with that overtly girly outfit, standing well over half a foot taller than him, the dam of his overwhelmed state burst at last, leaving him flooding the room with stammered questions.

"Wait. Hold on. I thought ... I mean, isn't this an audition? Or, like, an interview! Am I in the right place?"

"You are absolutely correct!" Elysia held the outfit up in front of him, estimating how well it would fit him. Just having her standing that close was already making Cherno's fur stand up on end with static. "The most important audition of your life, if you ask me. No pressure!"

He raised his hands, finally managing to break through the awe and assert himself.

"But you haven't even told me what I'm doing yet!"

"Ah! You did not know? But maybe ... hm, I see, yes. The ads, they do not_mention_it, specifically. I assumed word was around by now, but perhaps..."

She tapped her lip a few times with her fingertip, and then just shrugged.

"No matter! You are here. Come with me when you are dressed. The studio awaits! It's very simple. You'll see."

"What's simple?" He took the outfit as she thrust it at him, watching her as she took a few swaying steps back, staring at him, not giving him a hint of privacy.

When she clapped her hands together, he was pretty sure he heard faint thunder.

"Right, yes! So. My clients. Each of them is very interested in you. They have jobs for you! Big dollars here. But first, they want to see what you can do. So, we perform. You can perform, ja?"

"Oh." Cherno's heart sank. "I didn't realize we were doing that kind of thing. But I..."

"Oh! You are welcome to say no, yes. The door is there. No obligations! I just think ... well, look at you! One glance and the mirror and you'd know. You have all the looks of a star."

She framed his face between a heart she made with her fingers and thumb, grinning broadly as she peered at him through it. He hadn't noticed just how sharp her teeth were until then. She almost looked like a shark for a moment, towering over him, her eyes flashing with that inner energy. He was afraid to even touch her, though he couldn't stop staring at her enticingly slick body. Every part of her was slippery, shining under the lights, and he could only imagine what it would feel like to rub up against her, to get himself all slimed up in her embrace. She smelled nice, with a hint of blackberry to go along with her natural scent, and something told him she tasted just as good.

Tracing his eyes down a moment, he could hardly believe how casually she was wielding those dual cocks, stacked one on top of the other, glistening, dripping, sparking. As wild and maybe even dangerous as she seemed, he had to admit he was curious. She radiated with unspoken promises of pleasures like he'd never even dreamed about, her electric aura a beacon of sexual prowess, leaving him with the outline of his cock pushing down one tight-fitting suit pant leg. Swallowing, he stood up straight and did his best to look confident.

"Okay. Let's do it."

"Wunderbar. Meet me through that door when you are dressed! Very exciting! They will love you!"

She was gone before he even managed to figure out which door she was talking about. It closed behind her with a click, and he was left holding that girly outfit, wondering what exactly he'd got himself into. Elysia had a reputation, but not that kind of reputation, as far as he knew. But she was the best, supposedly. If there were connections to be had, she had them. He couldn't even imagine who might have been waiting for him on the other side of that door. This might well have been a day that changed his entire life. His heart was pounding, but he didn't let it distract him. Instead, he just set to stripping from those nice clothes of his, and getting into something more comfortable.

A nice, lacy pair of black stockings matched the panties that he was wiggling himself into, and the floral skirt fit him just right, as if she'd somehow acquired his measurements before meeting him. He wouldn't have been surprised. The top too, hugged just right around his chest, the whole thing coming together to highlight his girly frame in such a way as people would have mistaken him for female on first, second, and third glance alike. There was no mirror, but he did find himself standing by the window for a moment, checking out what he could see of his reflection, striking a pose with thighs together, his hands on his chest, looking like a pretty princess of a doe.

He wasn't sure what exactly he was picturing on the other side of the door, but it wasn't anything like he could have imagined. Elysia was still the only one there, disappointing his ambitions of meeting some famous director or producer. Instead, there was a large screen with what looked like a scrolling chat feed on one wall, and at least a dozen cameras all arranged in a circle around a central collection of pillows and cushions. The setup was as high-tech as they came, and he felt like he'd stepped into a whole different world just to enter the room. He was still outside that summoning circle of cameras, so to speak, and Elysia gestured wildly to him when she was him enter. Her face literally lit up.

"There he is! Oh my. Is he not the cutest doe you've ever seen? Come, come over, Cherno! Let the bidders see you!"

"Bidders?" he found himself quietly asking, but she didn't acknowledge it.

Moving like he was treading on thin ice, he made his cautious way into the middle of the room, seeing his own scantily-clad form coming up on the screens, from multiple angles. One of them seemed specifically pointed for the perfect upskirt, and as soon as his panty-clad booty was on display, the chat exploded with messages in more languages than he could ever recognize. He wasn't even sure what some of those symbols were. Maybe it was some sort of super-secret encrypted chat, for all he knew. The messages were scrolling so quickly that he couldn't keep up with all the usernames either, and so he just tore his gaze away from the screen and to the eel's bright expression.

"Of course! It is a privilege just to look at you! And these people - they will pay the best bucks - ah, dollars, apologies - to see what you can do! A pretty little thing like you, just look! Already, requests from all around the world!"

He squinted at the screen, trying to read some of those tips popping up. They were flooding the screen, each one accompanied by a little 'ding' of a notification. His heart was thumping again, making him feel a little dizzy, but he held on and focused inwards, finally managing to ask one more question.

"What sort of requests?"

"All kinds! Don't worry! I refuse the silly ones. Can't have you ruined on your big debut!" She flashed her grin at him, then turned and stabbed a finger towards the screen. Her gesture made one of the tips stand out from the others, detecting her motion somehow. "No! For the last time! I promised the fire department never again."

He couldn't read it before she swiped it away with a flick of her wrist, as if she were a magician. Then she turned to him again.

"There, you see? Nothing to fear. I will enforce the limits. Here! A much more reasonable one."

She gave a gesture like she were raising the dead, and one of the tips filled up half the screen for enough time to read it. It came from someone called "kitten12."

Nice, deep kiss? :)

That certainly wasn't as kinky as he'd expected. But then, he hardly knew what a kiss from an eel entailed. In a moment, she was upon him, seizing him by the shoulders and dipping him down like she were imitating the cover of a romance novel. His hooves wobbled beneath him as he struggled to balance, but her tail was there to support him. She wrapped him up with that flexible appendage, giving him the first taste of her slippery skin against his fur. Her slime was upon him, a pleasantly smooth substance, giving him a warm, pleasantly soaked sensation the more she lubricated him with her sleek touch. That tail of hers was as thick and powerful as a giant serpent, coiling him up in a muscular grip that soon had his arms trapped to his sides, unable to move no matter how much he wiggled, while she loomed above, grinning like an electric shark.

He could already feel the tingles. They weren't just dancing over his skin, but coursing through his whole body, as if she was filling him with the excess electricity coming off of her. It was a pulse, a steady beat of shocks that leapt from her and into him. They tickled a little at first, but soon, they were feeling a strange sort of arousing. Could she control it, or was the current just naturally that naughty? He could feel sparks of pleasure in his taint, even his prostate, and that was all from just touching her skin, feeling her squeeze him up tight as she held him right in place, meeting her muzzle with her own, locking their lips together until he could taste the electricity on her breath. It tingled down his throat, leaving him shivering, or maybe lightly convulsing, and that was before she introduced her tongue. In all his life he had never experienced something that wriggled quite like it did.

His eyes went wide, and then he closed them, adjusting to the feeling her tongue squirming through his lips, writhing from one cheek to another, tasting every single detail of his mouth. It felt like a living thing at first, pushing deep into his throat, spreading those warm tingles all the way to his stomach while she lightly drooled into his mouth. He did his best to kiss back, but really it was all her. The schluck of her sucking smooch rang in his ears, and he simply kept his eyes closed, tasting, swallowing, feeling his breath come slightly short as her tail gripped around his chest, kneading into his ribs. She wasn't hurting him, by any means, but she had such a good hold on him that even squirming was off limits by then. Her constricting tail kept him fully immersed in wet eel-kiss, the flavour flooding his mouth as surely as her saliva, leaving him with sweetness lingering on his tingling tongue even once she lewdly pulled from his lips with a pop and an ahhh of a sigh, wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand as drool dripped down to lightly tap upon her shiny tits.

When she let him go, he almost teetered over, and she caught him before he collapsed. Her grip was surprisingly strong. She didn't look especially muscular, but she held on firmly enough to steady him despite the whims of his wobbly legs. There were plenty more requests up on the screen, and she pulled one up with one of those magical gestures, flicking two fingers together to make it bigger, before finally just chuckling.

"Ah! Always been a kinky one, haven't you? Very nice, very good."

He didn't get a chance to read the message before she dismissed it with a flick of her wrist. She didn't say anything else. Instead, she guided him with her touch, the tiniest zaps moving up and down his arms, reaching all the way to his fingertips while she took hold of his shoulders. She wasn't forceful, but she was firm, directing him down to the floor, silently urging him to stretch out on his belly, with a pillow nestled snugly beneath his crotch. That made for a fine angle to show off his rump, all tautly displayed in a pair of lady's panties, one of the low cameras projecting an impressive shot for the stream to see. Elysia lingered just behind, rubbing loudly rubbing her hands together. It sounded like she was preparing some sort of lotion, but that was just the natural lubrication of her body, slicking and sliming back and forth as her slippery palms went gliding over one another.

As before, his expectations were well off the mark. In such a position, his ass was on full display, and yet the first thing she went for was his shoulders. He felt her fingers working down his back muscles, pressing deeply to knead through his top, transferring some of that constantly-emitting energy to the aches and pains that he wasn't even aware of until they were gone. Maybe she didn't quite qualify as a good masseuse, but she was certainly effective with that electric assistance, pressing her fingertips in hard working him like fresh dough, slowly making her way towards his waist. But not before she'd attended to every single muscle in his back, giving him a little shock therapy at the same time as soothingly rubbing him, bringing him to such a state of arousal through electricity alone that a little whimpery bleat escaped his lips. It shuddered out of him like he was a frightened fawn, and as soon as the stream heard it, the ding of tips roared in all over again.

"They like your noises, Cherno. You are at least as cute as a button. Maybe several." Elysia gave a delighted laugh as she gripped him by the hips. "They will like this even more."

Just feeling her touch on a more sensitive place was already making him wiggle and twitch, his hips jumping back and forth as she lifted up his skirt. A single finger tugged his panties aside, and he was whining out as she stroked that charged up digit against his rim. She wasn't subtle. She had an audience to satisfy. No matter how much it made him bleat, she was soon kneading his hole with firm, tender strokes, directing her pleasant zaps inside of him. He could feel them hitting his prostate, pressing that button hard, making him leak pre into his skirt as it soaked right through the lacy garment wrapped and stretched around his heaving azure dick. He was already making enough noise, but it doubled once he felt her tongue.

As casually as if she merely pecking him on the cheek, she dipped her head beneath his little tail and pressed her lips right up against his asshole, penetrating him with one smooth plunge of her tongue. He felt it curling and bending inside him just right, pressing in on all the perfect angles. It soon looked like he was having a fit, kicking his hooves, forcing the eel to hold him down while she ate him out, slurping back and forth as she sloppily tonguefucked him, conducting her inner current right up inside of his most sensitive places. It was almost too much. It couldn't have been healthy for his body to endure that much voltage at once, he thought. There was a weird tightness in his chest as she worked, but the sensation of that wet eel tongue massaging him on the inside, of pressing all his pleasure buttons in just the way he liked it, that was enough to let him ignore such signs of danger. His face was soon transformed from a scrunched-up whimper of desperate delight and into something more dazed, his eyes glazed over and half-seeing as he let his tongue flop from his mouth, not caring how stupefied he might have looked for the audience.

Even when she withdrew after sending him straight to heaven for those few minutes of absolute ecstasy, the charge remained in his body. He even heard a crackle or two as little bolts leapt from his bare skin. She left him dripping and engorged, his cock thudding up against his belly, threatening to burst free of those cute undergarments with every pre-spurting throb. He was soaked, slathered, and in such bliss that he couldn't stop moaning even when she wasn't touching him anymore. She left him to writhe there upon the floor, looking like a wriggling eel himself. There was already plenty of slime clinging to his body, but it was a perfectly pleasant sensation, a soothing wetness that made him shine under the professional lighting. Elysia stood above, her own cocks trembling with energy, audibly buzzing with power as they smacked against each other with every needy throb.

"Yeah ... that's the one. Pretty tame for one of your requests, freakshow," she said as she found the next request to fulfill.

Cherno wasn't sure if that was a username or just something she was calling the unseen bidder. He couldn't rise. His arms were feeling weak, and the tingles running through his legs left him far too relaxed to think about anything so dramatic as rolling over or sitting up. She was notably rougher when she grabbed him this time. He was a ragdoll in her grasp at first, flopping back down until she yanked him up to his knees, staring right at those curvy cocks as they dripped their natural lubrication. The slit from which they extended was putting out more and more wetness by the moment, positively oozing, even audibly. She reached down to grip her dicks and squeeze them together, the tremendous squelch ringing in Cherno's ears, making him bite his lip just to hear something so absolutely lewd as the sound of those soaking wet shafts slipping and sliding together.

"Tap out if you need. But try to hold on as long as you can. And don't choke," she told him, in a tone that was far too casual for the words she spoke.

Before he could ask for any sort of further explanation, he was roughly introduced to the taste of her dick, the lower one shoving past his pursed lips in a single stroke. The other went gliding along the bridge of his muzzle, spreading a trail of slickness up between his eyes, gushing onto his forehead as she buried herself halfway inside his mouth before slipping back out with a smooth yank. Her grip went from his shoulders and more to his antlers, using them for handlebars as she wiggled him into position, catching the tips of both shafts at once. One of them alone was enough to stuff his mouth full. Taking them both was a matter of straining his jaw, of bulging his cheeks, of stretching out his throat as she forced them straight down to the base, leaving his nose smacking hard into her slippery crotch, smothering deep into a brightly fruity, yet uniquely musky scent. He sniffed her fragrance into his senses, feeling the intoxication pouring over him as thickly as her slime itself.

She let him adjust a while, sniffing at her crotch, her balls resting against his chin, as plump as grapefruits. The jolts ran down his throat. Even her fluids carried them, leaving every gulp of her pre tingling down to his belly with his every swallow. He was gulping it down generously, chugging every spurt she gave him, feeling her dripping all over his face. And then there came a rush of air as she pulled nearly out, giving him a moment to grasp around her doubled girth before she was slamming her dicks down his throat again. His face smacked into her belly as she crouched over top of him, tail lifted high and swinging through the room, nearly taking out some of the equipment before she just braced it down beneath her to add some extra leverage to the sloppy facefuck. A single thrust splattered his entire face with slime, leaving him coated, great clinging strands dripping from his features to splat upon the cushions below.

The excess lube meant she was effortlessly gliding along the surface of his tongue. All the drool helped too. He was salivating as he sucked the flavour from the eel's twin shafts, kneading the base with his lips, doing his best to slurp and massage with his tongue as she rammed right past to the back of his throat. Somehow, she never choked him. She should have been. It wasn't like he had zero gag reflex. But even as his gullet bulged with the outline of two eel dicks, and her balls smacked into his lip so firmly they were almost in his mouth, grinding against his chin with every stroke, leaving that unique eel scent stained upon his fur a little deeper each time. He could feel her dicks bulging, swelling up with arousal, growing fatter in his throat as her impending orgasm tensed its way through her muscles, leaving her thudding his face with her balls and crotch alike all the more wildly. The room was flashing like a fireworks show as shocks radiated from her body, the strobe of her inner current becoming a blinding flash, ensuring Cherno kept his eyes shut tight as her thunderous climax brewed up in her clenching balls.

He was aching by then. His cock kept that skirt tented, the bright blue just a little brighter with the energy running through his body. She wasn't giving him any sort of release, using him like that. It was all about her own. He felt her tail curling around his shoulders, and then pressing to the back of his head, adding to the grip of her antlers to make absolutely sure he couldn't go anywhere. A hiss escaped her, then a shriek, and she shoved into him with the full force of her body, smothering him in eel crotch as she bottomed out within his throat. He felt the twitches, felt the swelling, but he was hardly prepared for the tingling spurt that gushed down his gullet, sending those shocks through his entire body, splashing his belly full of electric jizz, sending him into frightful convulsions. She held on tight all the while, ensuring she stayed buried balls-deep in his face, holding him there to breathlessly guzzle down her cream, spurting from one cock and then the other, alternating in those juicy squirts to feel like one continuous cumshot, a hose of eel seed that slightly swelled him, leaving him to audibly slosh before she even pulled out.

Her productivity was off the charts. Just when he thought she had to be done cumming, when the stream seemed thinner, another fat gush of eel cum stuffed his throat, and it was finally making his head spine. Gasp as he did, he couldn't get a single breath of air, all smothered in her sleek crotch like that. A light pat on her thigh might have been too subtle for the cameras to pick up, but she felt it, and shoved him back as she released her grip on him, letting him collapse to the floor in a creamy coughing fit as she sprayed him down with the remainder of her orgasm. His outfit was already clinging to him with the damp coating of her slime, but the cumshot hitting him in the chest ensured his top was essentially translucent by the time she was done. She loomed above, looking like a giant, grinning sharkishly, her hands on her hips. Then she nudged his cock with a stocking-clad foot, leaving him to whine right through the mouthful of cum he was currently coughing up.

"You see? And I didn't even break him. Is anyone kind enough to let him finish, or am I just going to leave him whimpering all night long? That sounds cruel. But it's hardly my decision now, is it? Let's see what you have for us next."

She scrolled through the requests with a few sharp gestures, still lightly teasing him with the very tip of her toe. He was shaking where he was sprawled, twitching violently at times, a few sparks shooting from his body. The energy lived inside of him by then, controlling his body as much as he did, sending him into convulsions as the perpetual electrocution worked through his muscles. It ought to have been unpleasant, or at least concerning, but every time it sparked up and became a jolt, it made him a little harder, a little wetter, his pre pumping out in such quantity that his entire shaft was coated with the sleek lubrication of his own oozing juices. Elysia was still searching through the bids, looking for something she liked.

"No ... I'd love to have him suck my tail, but let's give his jaw a break," she murmured at one, pushing it aside. "And ... well, I certainly could go for that, but a little degrading, yes? Let's not scare off too many viewers just yet. Maybe later."

It took her a while to settle on something she liked. There were dozens of requests to sift through, and she stood there shaking her head and cycling through them faster than any reasonable person could have possibly been reading them in that many languages. Cherno could only vaguely read the screen anyway. His vision was blurred, and there were all sorts of juices still clinging to his face, some of them running down into his open, panting mouth. Her taste became his everything, lingering there in his senses, making him lick his lips and suck his tongue, craving more. All he could was drool upon the floor as he awaited his crowdfunded fate, faintly watching the eel herself for any hints as she stood slowly swishing her tail.

"Oh, that will do. With the foot just like ...?" She raised a stocking-covered leg, bending it and miming the requested position. "You are very kind with your estimates of my flexibility. Let's see what I can do."

She circled him a few times, examining him from a few angles, nudging him with her toe. He didn't move. If she wanted him to do anything, she would have told him, he figured. All he had to do was perform. And that meant enduring whatever she threw at him. They were all seeing how good he was at getting destroyed, right? He'd hardly broken a sweat. Though he had to wonder how much more he could take without getting the release he so badly needed, his hooves knocking against the floor here and there when his twitches of desire made him kick his legs. Or maybe that was just the remnants of the electric build up running through his body, discharging with little pops and crackles. He could hear himself buzzing with the power he'd absorbed simply by touching her, his belly all lit up from the inside, even glowing with a faint purple tone as the creamy contents churned and crackled.

He was learning to temper his expectations around her. Anything was possible. Even so, getting stepped on was a surprise. He felt her foot on the back of his head, pressing him down flat, smothering him in the pillows briefly before he managed to turn his head to the side and breathe. He jumped when she grabbed his ass, not just for the sudden squeeze, but for the jolt that hit him as soon as she did. It was more than just a faint tingle. She was getting brighter, letting off even more energy, filling up the room with her violet radiance as surely as her scent, an exotic musk with a hint of fruit basking in his nose as she lifted him right up to mount him. The room lit up like lightning was striking every time her cocks throbbed, spraying out thick gobs of neon precum that rained down on his back, leaving his top sticking to his fur and skin as it grew somehow wetter than it already was.

She mounted up behind him, pulling his butt up in her harsh grip, her sole still planted on his head, ensuring he stayed nice and bent over for her. A slip of her tail between her legs and his alike turned it into a cushion beneath his cock, and he wasted no time starting to hump at it, rubbing his desperately rigid shaft against the sleek slime that coated her. The tip wriggled beside his face, and he couldn't resist starting to lick it, getting a better taste of her slightly salty flavour. He was sucking before he knew what he was doing, wrapping his lips around the slimy surface, kneading and working, drinking that slick lube right off her body as he swallowed her shocks like liquid. She was savoury and sweet, and exotic blend of tastes to delight his palate while she teased him, tugging his panties down to his knees, leaving them locked together by the pre-soaked garment as she shoved the twin cocks up between the curves of his backside.

They made so much noise. He sincerely felt that Elysia's dicks might have been the most slippery things in existence, coated with that tingly slime that poured off their impressive lengths. They squelched with every touch, every rub against his ass, spreading that generous lubrication to his tightly clenching rim. He felt it running down his taint, giving his balls a shiny coat of eel-slicked paint, and of course all that mess did a fine job of conducting all that electricity. His hair was a mess, gone frizzy with all the static, and he was occasionally convulsing as those inner zaps built to a shock straight down his spine. It seemed dangerous, maybe hazardous to his long-term health. And he just wanted more. Grinding on his taint like that meant she could direct some bolts right at his prostate again, much more intensely than before, bringing from him a bleat so sharp and sudden it sounded more like a scream. In an instant his brain fired off all the endorphins, all the sensations that he might have associated with orgasm lighting up at once, but he stayed mercilessly trapped in the moment, riding the lightning to a peak that felt like it might have never ended.

It only got better. She started with one cock, spreading him out with ease, stuffing him full of all that lube, splashing it inside of him as if overturning a bucket in his backside. He wasn't sure what sorts of sounds he was making anymore. The zaps were drowning it out anyway. In one small part of his mind that was still coherent, he wondered how all that equipment was holding up when she was literally shooting bolts in all directions, sending them bouncing off the walls. Maybe the room was specifically prepared to absorb all that power. But he certainly wasn't. His body wasn't his own anymore, kept pinned beneath her foot as he tried to violently shake with the spasms that came with her inner charge taking control of his muscles, leaving him flopping about in all sorts of comical ways. It still felt good. He humped recklessly at her tail, his face sliding back and forth against the tip, and she held him down just enough to ensure he couldn't squirm away, rubbing her top cock against the fluffy underside of his lifted tail, slathering it up with her marking slime.

One stroke back, and she was squeezing the shaft that wasn't inside him yet. She'd been pretty nonchalant about her own pleasure until then, but one good rub and she was tossing her head back, putting on an elaborate show of moaning. He believed every breath of it. She kept that dick grinding on him, rubbing at the small of his back beneath his lifted skirt, making an utter mess of his butt as she hosed him down in an excess of pre. The other shaft, she buried inside him again, giving his balls a splatting slap with her own, flinging off the coat of slime to soak down the inside of his thighs. She pressed her foot down a little harder, partly silencing his electrocuted cries, the vibrating bleats spilling from his lips. He closed his eyes and let her take him, her speed accelerating to a frightening pace as she lunged her way back and forth, one knee planted beside his own, bracing her to propel her whole weight into pounding his cute deerboy butt. Every stroke came accompanied by a truly excessive schhhlorrrp that might have made him laugh if it wasn't caught up in getting fucked halfway to hell by the relentless electric eel.

As comical as the slick sounds of a well-lubed sea creature stuffing him full of shocking dick might have sounded, schlucking away and splatting hard against his ass, it was music to his ears. Elysia sounded somewhat feminine even as she fucked him like a beast, leaving his ass numb from the non-stop spanking, yet all the while giving some slow, drawn-out moans that rolled from one of his ears to the other as she rocked side to side with her writhes of pleasure. Her eyes were closed, and the room was fully illuminated, a glaring sheen reflecting on her dripping body. Every thud of hips to deer butt shook Cherno to the antlers, making his whole form wobble, though it was hardly comparable to the jiggle running all through her body. All those soft assets shook like jelly, her thighs and tits and belly all giving a generous bounce, though other parts of her were taut and firm, operating at full strength to ensure she could demolish him for a live audience. They were all watching, from every angle, watching that eel dick going in and out of his flexing hole, listening to her other shaft gliding up and down his butt, and every juicy noise that came with the soaking wet mating. He could only imagine how they were all reacting behind their screens.

His cock was engorged to the point it felt like he'd grown a full inch. He was rigid to the point he could hardly even throb anymore. It was enough to make him grit his teeth at first, though that classic look of a blissed-out bottom fell over him like a magic spell in time. His eyes rolled partly back, and his mouth curled into a big dumb smile. When his tongue flopped over his lower lip, it was sparking with electricity, little lightning bolts dancing over the blue like the world's smallest rave. His body was just starting to go beyond need and into unpleasant ache when she reached down and gave him a spank that filled the room with the sound of thunder. The flash of light was blinding for a moment, leaving an imprint image on his out-of-focus eyes as climax finally found its way from his spine and to his balls and cock. He clamped down with all his might, milking the eel's cock for everything it had, feeling the first richly hot burst of cum flooding him right at the very moment he made a mess big enough to be called a catastrophe. His outfit was utterly ruined, even more so than before, as he hosed himself down with more cum than he normally shot over the course of three combined orgasms, all milked out of him by the perfect electric stimulation, pushing him past climax and into rapture.

She didn't just cum inside him. One cock pumped a steady gush of hot eel jizz straight into his butt, the other remained poised against the curve of his rump, erupting to shower him in her thick cream. All together like that, it left him briefly fading to black, left basking in a state of mindless bliss until she'd finished cumming on him from butt to antlers, leaving him plastered and lightly pinned, sprawled out like a rug as she pulled from him. He was overflowing, gushing, a waterfall of fresh eel cum, twitching there on the floor, all but paralyzed. Maybe he still could have moved, but he had no desire to try. He was happy to close his eyes and ride out the enduring coma of satisfaction that felt near akin to a religious experience. He'd never thought a little electricity could leave him ascending to a place that felt somewhere far beyond mortal pleasure, but he wanted more. Neither she nor the audience was done with him yet.

"Hmm, yes, yah, all of this, very good." Elysia stood above the sloshing deer, striking a contemplative pose. "I know I am up for it. And this fine young buck - I think he is too. Only one way to see for sure."

After brutalizing him like a barracuda, she was surprisingly gentle with the way she handled him. She took him by the wrist, and eased him onto his back, slowly settling down in his lap, guiding his touch. He got a good feel for just how deliciously curvy she was as she encouraged him to grope his way down her womanly silhouette, squeezing where she was softest, letting his fingers vanish into the squishy padding that enhanced her every shape. He'd never been much for anyone's, but he found himself playing with her breasts, giving them a solid kneading before moving onto her belly. A rub over that smooth paunch was oddly satisfying, especially for the texture gliding against his fingertips. He could have just kept admiring her all night, but she urged him along, nudging at his hands until he was taking a deep, generous grip of her butt. A hint of greed welled up inside him, leaving him to press deeply into the taut yet bouncy rump that supported her huge tail. He squeezed until his hands had almost vanished into the plump and malleable curves of her striped ass, feeling the tingles growing stronger the tighter he held on.

She slowly settled into his lap, sitting that fine backside right atop his cock, letting it squish between her cheeks as she wiggled her way in and got comfortable. Her grin was even bigger than before, flashing in his face, though he only got a few moments to look at her before she was pulling him close, burying his face between her tits, smothering him there to get zapped from either side. She nibbled her way from one of his ears to the other, before wetly whispering into one of them.

"Mmmm, there's a good deer. Feel how you throb under my tail. Let's show them all just how flexible you are."

She turned to the camera, grinding her ass up and down his dick, lubing him up with every jiggly bounce as he slipped sleekly to thud his tip to the base of her fat tail.

"You see, he's not all bottom, now is he? Let's get a feel for that fat buck dick."

He was already spurting all over her taint, grinding his way between her balls and making his way up to slide back and forth across her tight rim. She kept him immersed in her cleavage all the while, pulling him into a lustful embrace, wrapping her tail around his shoulders, and then around herself, strapping them together to ensure he wasn't getting out of that ride. If it wasn't for how slick she was, she might have been too tight to penetrate, especially when he was as hard as he was, but one good push and she was sinking down on his cock. All her moans, all her gasps, every sound out of her throat got projected right into one of his ears, mixing in with all the slippery noise that came as she sat down on his dick until his balls were resting against her butt. She constricted him with her tail just enough to make it a little harder to breathe, to leave him taking short, huffy sucks of air between her breasts, and then she started to ride.

At first it was just bouncing, shifting her body weight up and down, but keeping him buried in eel booty while he set to licking her tits. He liked her taste, and he swore it was only getting more intense as they worked. She didn't exactly sweat, but she got wetter, slicker, and slimier as they went on, leaving him dragging his tongue over her soaking skin again and again to suck down her sweet and salty flavour. Every thud on his cock made his whole body shudder. She wasn't light, and she was coming down on him with a heavy slam of rump to hips and thighs, keeping him pinned as she set to fucking herself with his shaft. Every smack was a spatter of juices, making her grip him just a little tighter, shocking him a little more. Eventually she snatched him by the antlers, yanking him back viciously, only to shove him right into one of her tits. Her aim was true, and he found one of those black nips pressing between his lips on impact. He got the idea, soon latching on, starting to suck the volts right out of her like milk.

The steady thunderclap of her ass pounding him became overwhelming, and she was lighting up the room once more as her energy peaked and her pace reached something brutal. Cherno had no complaints. That was exactly how hard he would have wanted to fuck her if he was the one on top. He held onto her hips and bucked beneath her butt, driving his every inch into her depths, feeling the tingles dancing over his shaft as she squeezed down on him tighter and tighter. Her cocks were sliding up and down his belly, getting under his top to smear over his fur. He could feel her marking him, soaking him, that scent sinking deep into his skin, just enough to let everyone know for a while he'd spent his Thursday getting fucked by an eel. The sensation of her pillowy ass beating against him again and again made him suck on her all the harder, finally just giving her a bite that she didn't seem to mind in the slightest, feeling the accumulating storm building in his muscles, threatening to send him into violent convulsions at any minute.

He didn't even know he was capable of cumming that hard, period, nevermind so recently after already blowing a load big enough to last him all week. Her ass was perfect. A nice, fat eel booty to fuck, to plunge in and out of, to slap his balls against and bury himself in, feeling her stimulating him every time she clenched down. She was soft, she was tight, and of course she was just so very slimy, her sleek body rubbing against his own, spreading the pleasure of her shocking touch, bringing him to a climax that rocked its way through his whole body. It wasn't the best angle to thrust, but he did his best, wildly rocking, shaking, flexing every muscle he had to pour every last remaining drop of his strength into pounding her gloriously cushy butt, rutting his way inside her, giving a mating grunt that could have even been called gruff as he blew his load inside her, flooding her with cum that reached all the way to her belly.

It was an impressive show, though somewhat overshadowed when she jizzed on him hard enough to knock him flat, spurting right beneath his shirt until it was gushing out his collar, giving him a musky facial that he was soon drinking and slurping from his lips. She pushed him down and rode out the remnants of their mutual explosion, rising and falling on his cock, squeezing hard, milking him for everything he had, and then making him give a little more. He felt like a different creature entirely as long as her electric current flowed through his body. He was empowered, made more virile than ever before, until he was achieving what he would have called impossible. Elysia's belly was jostling just a little more as she rode him dry, weighted with the load he'd pumped beneath her tail. There she sat for a while, letting the climax fall and become a cozy blanket over the two of them, basking there for a while.

She almost looked content for a few seconds, like she might have been calming down, her expression becoming a soothed, orgasmic smirk, her eyes closing. But then she was shooting up to her feet, making him bleat with how fast she pulled off his cock. A few squeezes of her cocks had her dripping down the last few gobs of cum onto his chest, leaving him to simmer there in a puddle, wondering if maybe it was over, if he'd finally hit his limit. Elysia didn't seem to think so. She was already sifting through the desires of her audience for the perfect finale.

"Oh, darling. That's far too violent. I am not going to fry him!" Elysia had softened, but her cocks remained out of their slit, flopped over one another as she debated one of the on-screen bidders.

Somehow, Cherno managed to open a single eye, and could vaguely make out the return message.

So just give him the special shock. You know the one. I'll pay.

A number popped up on screen. Cherno must have been seeing double. There was no way there were really that many zeros in it.

"Hm. Well! You weren't kidding, were you? Poor Cherno! Too cute! They all want to see you ruined and helpless. Is it a deer thing, or is it just your pretty face? We'll never truly understand the whims of the horny."

He was just about to try rolling over, but she was upon him like a descending eagle. First she pulled what remained of his clothing off, leaving just his stockings. Then she was rubbing the small of his back. It seemed awfully tame for all that buildup, the faint tingles soothing his overworked muscles. But he heard the surge. Elysia's eyes lit up, along with the entire room, the cloak of bolts wrapped about her body intensifying, moving at blinding speed. It all came forth in one massive zzzzaapppp that struck the deer right in the base of his spine, sending that shocking sensation to his every nerve. He thrashed about for a moment, giving an electrocuted cry, a shouted babble that fell silent just as his muscles went numb. His limbs flopped down as she took her hand off of him, and in a moment, he was unable to move any part of his body but his mouth, his whimpers and his rapid breathing the only sign of life.

"Just a temporary state! Promise!" she assured him as she loomed over him, her teeth flashing right in his face. "Now. What first?"

Ding, ding, ding went the chat. He couldn't turn his head to see it.

"Hmm. Only fair, you're right."

She nudged him over with her foot, and he was soon watching her heft up her tail, getting a good look at her fine, round ass as she knelt down and dipped her balls right atop his nose. Paralyzed as he was, all he could do was breathe of her scent, enduring every bit of humiliation as she rubbed those plump eel nuts all over his face, leaving him even more deeply imbued with her musk. She lowered her stance more and more, smothering him entirely, sitting right atop his muzzle and letting it slip slightly past the resistance of her rim. He was soon splashing into his own cum, immersed in the mess he'd made of her ass, feeling his jizz pouring down his cheeks, or past his parted lips. A little wiggle, and she sank down even lower, penetrating himself, leaving him stuck in her backside while she squeezed on him, completely overtaking his head with the juicy heft of her rumpcheeks. A few bounces had her using him as a dildo, denying him any air at all but for eel musk. It was already doing things to his cock just to keep him smothered like that. The zaps were hardly necessary.

Unneeded or not, she was soon playing with him, massaging his shaft with oddly delicate touches. And then she wasn't touching it at all, simply keeping her fingers close, holding it up with the force of electricity alone. She made it glow with all the charge she was conducting through it, stimulating him from tip to balls to boy button, muffling his bleats with her ass. Toying with him as if she were casting a spell, she even made little arcane gestures, conducting the symphony of stimulation up and down the spire of his over-engorged cock. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move, left entirely helpless as she toyed with him. His limbs were limply stretched out all around him, and she just rubbed herself back and forth atop his face, keeping him completely smothered in her rump, leaving the lack of air to enhance every impossible sensation. He would have screamed if he was still able when she directed that violet current of shock inside his cock, starting at the slit and letting it tingle all the way to his balls, until they were glowing from the inside with her endless energy.

She turned him into a fountain. He was all at once erupting, shooting his cum straight up in the air at such a height it became a downpour. Elysia sat snugly on his face, letting it all rain down upon her body, splattering her face, her tits, and everything else. It was a storm of deer seed, sprayed out with such force it almost scared him, feeling like his body was doing things it was never meant to do. She sat just a few seconds longer, loudly dripping with the layers of cum he'd painted her with, before finally getting off of him and letting him gasp out, rapidly refilling his lungs as he best he could. It made him cough, especially with all the eel slime in his mouth, but in the process he found he was able to sit up at least somewhat, turning over on his side with some effort. His arms still weren't responding much, but some of the feeling was coming back. All of it was good.

Elysia sat nearby, her thighs spread around his shoulders, his antlers faintly poking at her belly. She shook her head at the screen.

"Eat him? Oh, you kinky things. I am trying to start a career here, not end one. Be serious! Who might be interested in hiring him?"

There were a lot of notification sounds, and she just laughed.

"That's crazy. You're all crazy! I'm going to need a big number if you're that determined. The kid's got a promising career ahead of him!"

Another few dings, and she wasn't laughing anymore.

"Mist. You are serious."

Cherno managed to turn his head over in the eel's lap, just in time to see another message come up.

No, wait! I'll double that!

No sooner had that bid come in, and there was another.

_Triple to do it. He's meant for your stomach. _

Four times!

There was a pause, and Elysia pulled him up to wrap her thighs around his waist, resting his back against her cum-streaked tits.

"Ah, there you see? You are far too vulnerable for a one-off performance -" she began, but then there was another ding.

_Fine. Ten times. _

The eel fell silent, and so did the stream. They let that linger in the air for a while. And then Elysia just shrugged.

"Well! The show must go on! Sorry, dear. Looks like there's such thing as being too delectable. And I'll admit. I'm going to enjoy this too."

The lingering shock in his spine ensured he couldn't even squirm much. Not to mention the orgasm. He was having such a pleasant afterglow that just her tongue upon his face was enough to make him moan out loud, despite the circumstances. She took her time. She knew he couldn't get away. A nibble along one of his shoulders travelled up the side of his neck, his cheek, and then she nipped his ear. He never knew eels to have such sharp teeth, but it wasn't like he'd met many of them. They felt strong. But he didn't think she could go so far as to bite through part of him. It was painless, of course, but it still made for one hell of a CRUNCH as she snapped off one of his antlers in a single bite, forcefully spitting it across the room. Then the other. She wiped some of the fragments off her lips with a wrist, and then set to slipping her jaws over his head, once those pokey obstacles were eliminated. There was no elaborate ceremony to it. One moment he saw those teeth framing his vision from the inside, and then all was black, his attempts at protest muffled in her maw as she immersed him in the drooly darkness of her hungry embrace.

He didn't struggle in the slightest when she started swallowing him. He heard the gulp all around him, kneading him so firmly he was sliding up out of her lap, the force of her gullet stronger than the gravity keeping him from his fate. He couldn't kick, couldn't thrash about, merely dangling from her soaking jaws as she squeezed him into her bulging neck. It was a nice long slide before the alarmed expression outlined in her shiny throat vanished into her chest, bulging down beneath her breasts, his body bending backwards until his spine gave a little pop through his joints. He could hear a humming inside her like an engine to go along with all the other internal noise, the sloppy slurping, the splatter of spit soaking over his every single naked inch. She was eating him totally hands-free at first, though she finally had to support his butt in both hands, shoving him up between her teeth, nibbling and kneading him all over as if to tenderize him for her waiting gut.

Gravity turned itself around as his legs kicked up towards the ceiling. He managed a few flails of his hooves as they stuck out of her jaws, flinging some juices around, but he couldn't do anything about his situation. Wriggling or not, he was slipping and sliding down into the glowing beauty, on camera, for an audience who was apparently willing to pay anything just to see him being eaten whole by the eel. She wasn't hiding her enjoyment, either. Just getting past his waist, and she was already jerking off with one hand, squishing her cocks together as she gripped him and pushed him inwards. A toss of her head threw his legs around, slapping his cock to the roof of her mouth, sliding and grinding its way along. For whatever reason, he was still hard. Not as much as before, but he was fully exposed to the sleek tunnel of her throat, grinding all the way down its smooth confines as she gulped him, descending towards the sweet contents of her belly as they sloshed within earshot. He was pushing inside before he even realized how close he was getting.

He wasn't a small dinner for her, as big as she was. Her chubby belly was expanding with the weight of him before he was even fully settled in. She was still swallowing his legs, pushing on his hooves with one palm. The other hand was busy, accelerating her pass, stroking off to the experience of swallowing a cute deer alive, spurting already, looking like she was cumming for how much pre she was producing. His own cum was still dripping down her body, streaming across her swelling gut as he splashed into the waiting juices. Her taste for fine things ensured the contents were inoffensive to the point of almost pleasant, but that didn't change the fact that he'd been devoured by a ravenous eel. Elysia gave her head another toss, and down he went, hooves vanishing past her lips, sealed away behind her grinning teeth, sliding down the meet the rest of him as he curled up tight within her churning gut. He didn't feel it working on him yet, but there was plenty of noise. And he wasn't safe from her shocks in there either.

"Ah ... can't control ... too good ..." came Elysia's voice, filtered through her gut.

She'd finally lost herself to the moment, her shocks shooting from her body, turning the scene apocalyptic as she furiously pleasured herself, moving so quickly it could hardly be seen. Inside, the sound or surging overtook all else. Cherno got himself shocked from every angle, the walls of her stomach conducting the many volts perfectly. It left him thrashing around in there, his body seized by the jolts running through his nerves, and through it all, he throbbed, her spurted, he sprayed himself down with cum in what felt like one continuous orgasm, all blending into one another, emptying him of every single drop he had until he was beyond numb. None of it hurt, even once she started scorching him with shocks too powerful for him to withstand. Black smoke rose slowly from her nostrils after a while as she cooked him just a little, leaving her looking like a dragon. And through it all, the excess energy was kicking up her digestives to a flurry of activity, leaving him dissolving near as rapidly as if he'd been immersed in lava.

He melted so quickly she barely found the chance to cum on her prey-stuffed gut before it flattened over, his features vanishing in the bubbling, electric acid, leaving him stripped down to little more than bones in a matter of seconds. And all the while, she was spraying herself down, hosing her glistening body from belly to breasts to face, even chugging down some of it with her mouth open wide, her twin cocks shooting out a combined load was enough to flood the room. It was a torrential storm, complete with thunder and lightning, and no amount of shockproofing could preserve all her equipment. The show went on, but several of her feeds shorted out as equipment caught the ambient electricity, bolted to bits by the discharge that came with her ferocious orgasm. She painted the whole room white with the triumphant climax, as Cherno's features stripped away. His limbs were gone first, leaving him little more than a lump, his face losing its features, the remaining meat absorbing into her system faster than should have been possible. She was cranked up to turbo speed in her excitement, adding him to her pudge in under a minute, fully absorbing him in her intestines as her cumshot finally simmered down.

She slumped back against the wall and slowly slide her way down until she was sprawled, groaning, rubbing herself, looking like she'd been completely destroyed. She was fatter, too. What had been a lovely deer mere minutes before was little more than padding on the curvy eel's body, thickening her bust, her butt, her belly, adding an extra layer of jiggle to her already voluptuous form. Silent, sighing, and stretched out, she looked ready for a nap. The light show of her electric charge ended. Maybe she was finally spent.

The bidders were going to have to replay the digestion process in slow motion to really get their money's worth. But maybe just the knowledge that that promising cutie of a deer was part of her was satisfaction enough. The finale of her show came in the form of a wet belch, only figuratively thunderous this time, erupting outwards with enough force that she ejected the last remaining piece of him. Those stockings were frayed and ruined by the digestive process, but they fluttered down to the floor all the same, faintly recognizable at least. She'd digested him right out of those, and the viewers got what they had wanted. All she had to worry about now was finding time to burn off the extra fat. Unless she preferred her newly thickened look.

It wasn't her plan, but when she sat up next, it was almost an hour later. She'd slipped into a nap, or maybe more of a food coma after digesting that tasty boy so quickly. Her body could do so many things when she was all charged up that it seemed unnatural, or even like magic. But there were consequences. She wasn't emitting any light anymore when she awoke, dazed and disoriented, taking her sweet time in rising. The stream was still running, in a greatly diminished state. Many of the feeds had gone dark, and most of the audience had departed while she snoozed. Except for one. She was greeted by a single message when she roused from her slumber, staggering her way to her feet, using her tail to keep from falling over. A rub of her eyes, and then a smack of her lips and it occurred to her.

"Did I really just ... oh, damn it all. He had such promise."

She looked down, and hefted her fattened gut, letting it drop and jiggle, showing off the added fat the buck had given her.

"Well. I suppose you got what you wanted. I do hope you're happy. If word gets out about my snacking habits, who will come see me now?"

When she didn't get a response, she yawned broadly enough to put a crick in her jaw, stretching her arms behind her head, her gait much more slumped and reserved in contrast to her previous exuberance. Then she tipped her head at the nearest functioning camera.

"Any reason you're still watching? Just here to admire a fat eel?"

The response came quick.

I want the whole show.

"The whole - ah. I see. Truly no end to the depths of your depravity is there?" She gave a sleepy grin at the camera, and then shrugged her shoulders. "I don't see why not. And ... hmf, yes, I am ready. Or he is, I should say."

She took one of the smaller cameras from its perch and carried it with her as she departed the room, making her way back into her main office, and trailing slime and other various juices as she passed through it and pushed her way into a personal bathroom. Cherno had been efficiently absorbed in an alarmingly short timespan, and her belly was starting to gurgle with the realization of how much she'd overworked her own digestive system. It wasn't painful, but it was starting to feel increasingly urgent with every step. Sighing her way down to the seat of the toilet, she made sure the camera was set up at least so it could see her body, if not the impolite act that followed.

"All set. Perhaps if I had prepared I would have hooked you up with some sort of toilet cam." She snorted with a laugh. "I would say there's not going to be a next time - but I never really know what will happen when I'm on a full charge."

A flex, and she sighed with relief, staring the process of pushing what remained of Cherno out of her body. He was kind enough to give her little trouble on the way out, splashing into the water below in smooth, thick chunks of eel shit. There was nothing electric or neon about that. He looked like any other dump, the only indication that she was squeezing out what used to be a deer being the little fragments of that demolished bone, and maybe the tiniest trace of his fur and hair here and there. It had lost all its colour, mixing in with the rest, giving her a slight tickle as she faintly grunted through the process. There was something satisfying about it. Maybe it was just the relief, or maybe it was the carnal knowledge that she was dumping what had once been a beautiful buck, a bright-eyed young cutie who never expected to end his appointment getting flushed down an eel's toilet. But, she had said it would be a life-changing meeting, hadn't she?

Despite knowing she was being watched, she couldn't help but show her enjoyment. She closed her eyes, and murmured faintly, even giving the occasional groan that sounded more sexual than anything. It wasn't getting her off to shit him out exactly, but it was soothing, stimulating, and supremely satisfying, no matter how crude it might have been to take pleasure in the crude finish to Cherno's audition. One flush wasn't enough, leaving her poised, gripping the handle, waiting for the water to refill before she overflowed the poor toilet. It wasn't made for this kind of thing. By the time she was done, she had squeezed out almost a dozen pounds of former deer, sending most of him down into the pipes below. But not all. Instead of flushing down the last of him, she rose up, moving much more slowly as she reached for the camera and swung it around to get one last shot of the steaming pile of ex-deer, letting her audience of one see exactly what they wanted to see before she hit the handle again and sent the thick mess spiralling in the spinning water, ending the stream and sitting back down to cleanse herself.

"Poor deer," she lamented to no one in particular. "I would apologize for getting carried away, but it's a little late now. I don't think you can hear me. And was it my fault? I am merely a conduit for the dreams and desires of others."

Another yawn, and she smacked her lips. She could still taste him on her tongue.

"Perhaps I shouldn't feel too upset. If it wasn't me, someone else was bound to devour such a prime cut of meat as yourself. And I must say, I was right about you. You really did put in one hell of a performance. A finale to remember."

Eventually she decided to leave the monologuing to the actors, and gave one last flush, shuffling nakedly to the private shower she had installed in her office, finally peeling herself from those soaked stockings and warmers. There were plenty of calls, messages, and other urgent dealings waiting for her at her desk, but for once, she allowed herself to relax and simply steam beneath the hot water, simmering in the sensation of contentment that came after a truly exquisite feast. She'd drained herself of voltage, and filled herself with the warmth of a good meal, and after a show like that one, she'd decided she earned a brief break to recover, reflect, and quite literally recharge.