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Corrupted Ruins, or Ruined by Corruption?

For SuperDuperDog

By Draconicon

Making his way into the corrupted valley, Satres the raven was an easy target. He knew that, and he knew that most demons that looked at him would assume that. It was the entire point of wearing something so bright; if he didn't, then he would have to hunt them down rather than deal with them as they were drawn in.

Bare talons pulled him along the rocky ground at the edge of the river that cut through the small valley, leading him towards the ancient city that had been long-ruined, long-abandoned, almost long-forgotten. He knew that most people assumed that it had been lost in a great disaster long ago, overwhelmed by the demons that had erupted from the valley and pushed towards the Teeth of Heaven. They had been contained again, pushed back, but there were many places that had been lost in the process.

Including this ancient ruin. The raven hopped from one stone to another, kicking himself forward with swift moves. The river fell behind as he climbed a collapsed stone bridge, dragging himself into the main road that led through the abandoned city.

Homes and shops and temples of stone littered his way forward, and the raven flicked his eyes from one to another. He could sense the power of Hell in the air, the thick haze of sulfur burning at his beak. He rubbed a feather along his nose, rubbing some of it away and leaving a hint of oil behind, just enough to cut the worst of the scent and let him think clearly.

Where are you? he wondered. Where are you hiding...

The raven took a step forward, his tight yellow clothes pulling on his middle. His arms and legs were only slightly wrapped, giving him a bit of freedom, but it was not enough to keep them from being tugged slightly. That was intentional; it allowed certain moves to be pulled off faster.

Satres took a step past an open doorway, and he felt the rustle of wind past cloth...wind, and something more.

His leg swung back, pulled by the wraps at his thigh. The reverse-kick snapped into a demon's stomach, sending it flying back into the house again. He spun, one of the strings of prayer beads wrapped around his wrist coming free, and he flicked one free of the string, sending it flying.

It struck the demon in the forehead, embedding itself there. The gasping thing froze up, looking like a statue of a jackal rather than a beast waiting to take him down.

"That will hold you, for now."

He shook his head, stringing the beads back along his wrist. That would be the weakest of the demons, he was sure. Bait, something to try and draw him further in, to make him overconfident.

Well, now they had their warning. They knew who they were dealing with. It was time to see if some were smart enough to run.

Satres shook his head, following the road further into town.

The raven was halfway towards the temple when something else stirred the demonic miasma that had filled the town. He paused in mid-step, his talon-fingers flicking along the edge of the prayer beads once more. Sinking his toes into the earth until they'd loosened the ground beneath him, he slowly spun in place, pulling some of the dirt with him. An easy way to irritate the eyes, to blind an attacker, he'd found.

Looking behind him revealed nothing, but to the left, then the right, he saw flickers of movement. Satres pretended that he hadn't, continuing to spin in place, ever so slowly looking in every direction that he could.

There was someone circling him. Someone fast.

The raven caught another stir, another shift in the scent of sulfur and thick demonic corruption. It was just enough to make him turn in time.

He caught the first grabbing hand by the wrist, throwing the figure over his shoulder and into the nearest building. The thick blur slammed into the stone hard enough to crack it, to send bricks of rock falling down on it. Whatever it was, it was buried now.

The raven turned, catching a blurry paw coming for his face. He punched it up, avoiding getting hit in the end of his beak, but didn't quite manage to stop the other hand coming for his chest.

"Ugh!"

The blow caught him hard enough to knock the air from his lungs, sending him stumbling backwards. He threw up one leg, managing to throw dust, but his attacker was faster. They dived through it, their eyes closed, their nostrils wide.

He was knocked to the ground, the air slammed out of his lungs. Even as he tried to get it back, he was rolled onto his front, his chest shoved to the ground. He gasped for air, only to have claws press into his shoulders, pinning him down.

"Ah...ah..."

"Mmm, didn't think we'd find someone so quick..."

The voice wasn't quite fully corrupted yet, but it was deep enough into it that the raven worried that it was going to get worse. He grunted as he looked over his shoulder, wanting to see just who had been fast enough to knock him off his feet.

It was a wolf...or at least, it had been. There were still hints of the species beneath the blackening fur, beneath the red stripes that ran up the wolf's chest and down his shoulders. The long hair that the canine had seemed to hide the worst of the burn marks that most hellhounds had on their ears, too, which meant that he hadn't been entirely turned.

The sudden pressure of something large and throbbing at his back entrance, however, told him that a significant part of the wolf had been corrupted...enough to pass the corruption on.

Satres tried to kick, but the hellhound wolf had already knocked his legs down, knelt on them to keep him from getting any leverage to knock him away. It was almost impressive in its own way, though he would have preferred to admire it from afar.

"You are making a mistake," the raven grunted under his breath. "If you corrupt me, you will have no way to return to your former form."

"You think that I want to?"

"I know that there's a part of you that does."

"You're wrong. I survived this way. I'm strong enough to resist the worst of it."

"That's what they all say," he muttered under his breath.

RIIIIIP!

The raven's tailfeathers went up out of shock more than anything else, but the feeling of big hands on his rump didn't help matters. His cheeks were red and his eyes were wide as he felt them being spread further and further, his hole soon on display, as well as -

"Oh ho ho. What do we have here, hmmm?"

The hellhound wolf reached down between his legs, bouncing the chastity cage that the raven wore back and forth. It was just thick enough for the metal to not really bounce what it hid around, but Satres got a small smile as the hellhound whipped his hand back with a hiss.

"I would be careful what you touch. That is quite holy."

"Hmmph. You shouldn't have worn that. You'll be burning something very sensitive after I finish corrupting you."

"You are welcome to try. I will not let that stand between me and my attempts to purify you after this."

"Overconfident..."

He felt the hellhound's cock sliding up between his feathered cheeks, rubbing along his taint before making its way between them. The tip was hot and wet, and he clicked his beak as he felt it nudging against his hole.

This is going to burn a bit...

The pre-cum on the tip of the hellhound's cock was not enough to take away the burning heat of pain from the dry intrusion, but it was enough to start the corruption. He felt the tingling power of a demon running through his back end, trying to change him, corrupt him, warp him. Already, his pucker was starting to clench, his tailfeathers going higher to try and entice others to come and use him.

But that was all that he could allow.

Breathing deep, Satres pulled at his chi, at his inner reserves, and recited his mantra as he focused it on his depths.

There is no corruption that I do not allow. There is no pleasure that I do not seek. There is no pain that I am not strong enough to overcome. What is me, is me. What is not, is not.

As he held that thought in mind, he also held the image of his power pressing down towards his backside. He imagined his chi forming a plug of sorts deeper in his body, a dam that would hold the corruption back, even as it continued to pour into his rump.

It worked well enough for the rest of his body, but back there...

Satres had to focus on his breathing and his mantra as pleasure and pain mixed together, as his hole started to get used to the intrusion, as his insides started to warp to mix with the hellhound's...size. He clicked his beak again, almost wondering if his hips were widening, if his rump was growing. Both were entirely possible under the influences of the demonic corruption. They pulled, they forced, they dredged up the worst desires of the mortal folk, and then pushed one to give in to the urges that they found.

The raven's breath began to shake, little tremors running down his spine as the hellhound sunk his cock in again, and again, and again, each shove forcing the raven's hole open once more. It was a tingling pleasure to feel it opening like that, to feel the tip tickling his prostate, to know that he would have to focus to hold off this one.

Already, his hole felt...felt eager to have that cock inside of him, and while it wasn't spreading further just yet, it was amazing that someone had enough power over corruption to do that much. If this was not the master of the ruins, then he would be facing someone far stronger than usual.

But that was fine...If he could survive this, he would be fine. After all, if he survived, it would give him a chance to purify the wolf, and then they could fight together...

Or...he would fall...and then the demon would have a better helper than he already had...

Let's see how long I can last...

The End