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A forgotten monolith sat atop the hill like a sleeping giant, with windows like hollow eyes watching over the darkened homes of the sleeping town. All the lights were out. The faded graffiti on the exterior walls got washed away a little more in the rain. No one had tagged the place in years. Nobody liked to go near the mall anymore. It radiated a certain menace, vast and empty, long since cleared out, ransacked, but never repurposed. All its memories remained locked inside as if it was a safe, a sealed vault of the past, an entity unto itself. Who knew what it might have managed to attract in all its years spent lying dormant? Especially in such a town, where the veil was weak every night of the year. Not just on Halloween.

It had once been the most bustling part of town. Oakmouth Mall had been closed for decades at that point, but left standing nonetheless. Any movement to get the place demolished and replaced with something more useful than an empty husk of its former glory always seemed to get shot down by the mayor before it could get off the ground. Something kept that place standing. It was more than just nostalgia. People reported strange dreams about the place, or even waking up within its walls. Others went inside of their own will for one reason or another and were never heard from again. It was time for a team of professionals to investigate the place before the evil within spilled out into the world.

Mahiri had been busy ever since she first arrived in town. There was a great demand for her and her team's skills when hardly a day seemed to go by in Oakmouth without some sort of haunting, sighting, or other unexplained activity. It certainly couldn't be chalked up to mere superstition. She'd seen things. Confronting things. Fought things. Her and Viktor made for quite a team, and they always came out safe. Such was the demand for their skills, the team had soon grown exponentially in size since its inception, and there were many still who wished to join. The most promising candidates rode with her that rainy evening, finally ready for their first real field training.

They needed two vans and a truck just to transport all their equipment and personnel at that point. Rolling into the bare parking lot, they stepped out as a crew together, and quickly got to action. The leopardess gave a nod to her personal trainee and the husky stepped up alongside her, ready to follow her every single command. Reaver was a good student, and very eager to learn, as well as a total cutie. The investigation life had never quite been quite so exciting as he perhaps expected, but he never complained. He just wanted to keep learning, and stuck close to her the whole time to the point he almost made her purr just from how carefully he watched her every movement. Either he was taking mental notes or he had himself a bit of a teacher crush - and she could work with either of those.

"We'll be covering one side of the first floor, looks like," she told him. "Hate to say it, but for your first time, it probably isn't going to be too exciting. We're just hoping to pick up some traces and figure out what we're dealing with - then we'll decide the plan and come back another night."

"Sounds good to me!" he said, then sheepishly continued. "Maybe that's for the best really, not sure I want to go face to face with a real, uh, ghost or something just yet ..."

"The time will come." She nodded. "But I think you're almost ready."

He wagged his tail to hear it, but quickly turned from her to pay attention to the handsome raptor standing before the group. Seemed it was time for one of Viktor's speeches again.

"I know you're all tired of hearing this over and over," he began. "I will be brief. Promise. We've grown a lot since we got started, but you're still all part of the family here. I don't want anything to happen to anybody. So,I just wanted to remind everyone to stick close to your partners, and to ensure you report any unusual sounds, sightings, or even thoughts and sensations. Are you ready in the truck, Carmen?"

The red-haired lioness flashed a thumbs up form where she sat in front of a great expanse of screens and other monitoring equipment. There was a reason everyone was equipped with a fairly form-fitting company outfit rather than their usual street clothes. What seemed like normal fabric was actually woven with several tracking and other devices to measure the ambient levels of sound, electronic frequency, even to record footage. How they'd managed to fit relatively high-quality cameras into the collars of such outfits was truly a marvel of the modern age, but it meant Carmen was right there watching everyone's perspectives and keeping recordings of their trek. It was a lot of data, but it was worth it to comb through later.

The raptor gave a satisfied nod. "Very good. We've had a number of reports, many of them conflicting. That means we don't know exactly what we might be dealing with, so tonight's investigation is strictly for information gathering. If you have a paranormal encounter, do not engage further, and evacuate safely to the truck so we can recall the teams."

Vel had heard it all before, and in very similar words, but he didn't even think of interrupting. Not because the raptor intimidated him - quite the opposite. The purple drake slowly swayed his tail just listening to the dino talk. Maybe he was developing a bit of a mentor crush, just like Reaver. That was the one thing his extensive research - which meant watching a lot of reality TV shows - didn't prepare him for, and he couldn't wait to get out there and show his teacher just how much he knew about the whole thing. Surely the raptor would be impressed.

Meanwhile, the on-site audio team was busy playfully bickering. Those two equines had been teasing each other since the very start. Lily was the veteran member of the team, knowledgeable, if a bit of a doubter. She had the odd luck of never being in the room whenever something particularly supernatural was happening, as good as she was at her job she had a tendency to laugh off anomalies in the recordings as some sort of prank. But that was probably for the best - there were rumours of a much more mundane threat at that location, and for that reason she had Kawazoe with her to help set up some of the recording devices. As well as for hauling whatever she didn't want to care.

"Ye looking scared, zeeb," she lightly joked.

"It's going to be dangerous in there, no doubt." He nodded. "Am I going to have to bail your ass out?"

"That's your job. Now get to carrying."

Lily might not have been such a skeptic if she knew what one of the new recruits was capable of. Rosalva was only kind of listening. She was daydreaming a little bit. The cat was a little absent sometimes, but she had a good teacher ready to show her around. Kamili did his best to keep the feline on task, and he always liked her company. That she had some particularly useful abilities was only one of the reasons he enjoyed having her around. He always felt safer with her, and for as distractible as she might have been, she did pick up some of the more technical things he taught her pretty quickly. That was going to come in handy for the task ahead - as the two of them were specifically on the hunt for any dangerous devices or mechanisms laid out by a potential killer in the location. He had to admit his heart was pounding a little at the thought, but Rosalva would keep him safe. Even if the killer was someone among them.

"Hey piggy. Need some help with that?"

Francesca - or Frankie to the whole team - reached out to give Anna some assistance with all the gear she was hauling. The chubby pig panted a little as she hefted all that gear around, and allowed the shark to take some of the burden off her arms. She gave a little smile.

"Oh, um. It's really okay. I've hauled around plenty of heavy equipment before."

"I'll bet you have."

The little tease instantly turned the pig into a blushing mess. She pursed her lips and tensed up her shoulders as if ready to curl up into a defensive ball, looking ever so embarrassed as she made a flustered denial.

"What? Oh, no no no, that's not what I meant at all! I just mean, at my previous work in the factory and ..."

"I know whatcha meant. You're just too fun to tease."

The shark reached out to give the pig a little boop on the snout and Anna lightly giggle-oinked in response.

"You're so meaaaan," she laughed, before softly adding. "I'll get you back sometime."

"Sure ya will, cutie. You're not nervous are you?"

"A little." Anna timidly licked her lips and set to fiddling with the little red bow in her hair. Frankie was pleased to see her still wearing it ever since she said how cute it was.

"Just stick with me and we'll get through it. No one's gonna hurt the best piggy."

"Thanks Frankie. I'll do that."

Some of the rest of the team was a little lost in thought. Onyx was staring off into the distance, the blue dragon considering something nobody else could see. Or maybe he was just thinking about what he was going to have for dinner when he got home from the whole thing. It was difficult to read his expression. Now and then he glanced to the side just to see if anyone was watching him too closely. Someone more suspicious might have caught on to the fact that he was up to something, but he certainly wasn't the killer among them. He just had ... plans. He wasn't sure what they were yet.

Thankfully, they had a new medium, who hadn't even finished her schooling yet. She probably wasn't reading his mind right at that moment. The valoinx was eager to test her skills in a real location, but some of the team was worried about her. Maybe she was too eager, too confident in her abilities. There were powerful forces at play in such a location, and even one of them could have been too much for a veteran psychic to handle, nevermind an amateur like her. Still, if there was one way to improve her abilities, it was definitely to expose herself to the most sinister of elements and test herself against her greatest challenge yet. Their usual medium coming down with a cold was her greatest opportunity, and she wasn't about to waste it.

She was the only one without a partner. Onyx was supposed to be paired up with James, but the two of them weren't together yet.. The shepherd dog was humming to himself, his eyes closed, only to snap up seemingly from a brief nap. Well, that was to be expected. The investigation was going on late, and he'd been sleeping somewhat strangely lately. To say nothing of the dreams. He of course didn't say anything about them, lest he not be allowed to come out that night. If there was something calling to him from somewhere deep within, and only to him, then he was special. He wasn't about to squander such an opportunity and insult the dream-figure who he swore he sometimes awoke to find briefly crouched down by his bedside.

Once all the gear was prepped and everyone was split into their respective pairings, they finally approached the doors. Getting them open required some muscle, and Viktor worked with Kawazoe to pry those old, stuck things out of place. Some of the glass was broken, the old advertisements had worn away, and there was plenty of debris and junk alike scattered there in the empty lobby. One look around was enough to quickly overwhelm anyone, with all those many stores, with their rusty security gates partly closed, the marks left behind by the signs that had long since been taken down or simply collapsed.

Giant letters littered the floor, spelling out nothing in particular. The escalators stood as motionless stairs. Fountains were drained dry, leaving only pennies and wishes behind. Beams of dusty light streamed in through some cracks in the ceiling, but the interior largely remained engulfed in darkness. If there was something in the shadows, it had plenty of places to hide. And they were going to find it. Hopefully before it found them.

Chapter I

For ReaverPup

Featuring Mahiri

(Femdom, petplay, latex)

Reaver followed along, watching that swishing tail in front of him. Mahiri was usually a pretty laid back cat, but something was exciting her. In a way, he couldn't wait to see what she was so keen on showing him, even if he was a little scared. It wasn't like her to do something without explaining it first. Usually she was such an excellent teacher, walking him through every step of the process. Maybe it just meant she thought he was ready for the real thing, at last.

The pet store had seen better days. It was as dingy as the rest of the abandoned building, but there was something particularly grim about all those empty cages and tanks. His eyes strayed briefly to a rack of leashes dangling there, mostly untouched, but his attention was mostly on the feline. She turned to him, handed him an ultraviolet flashlight, and gave him an affirming nod. The smirk on her face was perhaps a little mischievous. Maybe she was just trying to give him a little bit of a scare in a safe location.

"Alright, you know what to do with this, I should think. According to our new medium, this place is possibly inhabited. Let's see if we can find any fingerprints. You go that way, I'll go this way. Holler if you see anything."

She clicked on one of her own and then turned tail to cover one side of the store. He knew she was only a few steps away at any given time, but he still felt a little nervous being alone in a place that seemed very likely to be haunted. Scanning through the shelves, over bags of dry kibble, or some mangled old pet beds, he didn't immediately see any evidence in the purple beam of the flashlight. It would have glowed a neon green if there were any recent traces. From what Mahiri had told him, fingerprints only lasted for a minute or two after a paranormal entity left them. That meant if he did see something, then he was in the presence of a ghost, or worse. No small part of him was thankful there didn't seem to be any unnatural inhabitants of the broken down PetVille.

When he turned back to look for the leopardess, he found her missing. She'd been standing there moments ago. He couldn't hear her either. Well, maybe that was natural. She was a stealthy cat. Yet something told him it was more than that. He was truly alone in that possibly haunted store. Her scent was masked from him, her presence had vanished, at least according to his instincts. It all got him worked up enough that he couldn't help but nervously cry out for his teacher.

"Mahiri?"

There was no answer. He didn't move, just in case she was coming to him. He didn't look behind him either. That made it easier to sneak up on him. While he stood there, slightly cowering, tail down between his legs, it was ever so easy to come up behind him and clip something around his neck. He yelped and immediately brought his hands to his throat to try to combat the sudden attack, only to find it was nothing more than one of the pet collars that'd been left around the place. It had a little bell on it. Maybe that was her idea of a joke.

"Oh, um. Looks like you got me."

He hotly blushed as he tugged the leather strap a few times. It was solidly fixed in place, and somehow it fit him perfectly. When he tried to turn around to face her, she instead clutched him in both arms. She was purring. He squirmed a little at the touch, especially when she swiped a palm across his chest as if using him as a towel. Something smeared there on his shirt, a strange, dark liquid that he needed more light to see properly. It didn't drip down his chest like he might have expected from a regular fluid. It just kind of stuck to him. And seemed to move.

Adding to the flustering situation was the tug of a leash. She wasn't just playing around. And something was crawling all over him. What did she get on him? Why was it slipping up over the collar of his shirt and then sliding down his bare fur, coating him all the way in a shiny, slippery layer? He was afraid to touch it. So too was he afraid to look back. It hardly seemed like her. Maybe it was something else he just thought was Mahiri, standing there behind him. The tingly scratch of her tongue along the back of his neck and head alike certainly felt feline. So too did the pinch of her fangs closing down on his shoulder, biting deeper and deeper until she pierced his skin.

"Ow, what - !"

Before he could properly protest, he felt something happening to him. That same glossy sensation was spreading down his arm on the side where she bit him. It reached all the way down his spine, and to the base of his tail. Eventually, it tingled. A sudden surge of lust hit him hard in response to the little nibble. He pulled away and found himself weak at the knees from the unexpected need. It wasn't just a twitch of his sheath. He viciously accelerated right to maximum arousal in the moments that followed, finally turning to get a good look at the leopardess once his cock had almost fully hardened, tenting his pants right in front of her. She was different.

At first he thought it had simply been a change of outfit. Had the leopardess had swapped her casual clothes for something a little more form-fitting? No, it wasn't just her clothing, it was her very skin. In place of the usual leopard spots there was a layer of shiny, smooth latex. It coated her from the tips of her ears all the way down to her toes. Only her vibrant hair and shining eyes retained their original colours. She faintly rustled and creaked as she moved, that synthetic skin shining brightly as he scanned all over her with that violet beam. She wasn't wearing a thing. Her silky smooth latex pussy shone brightly with the lust of her otherworldly arousal. And the longer he looked her over, the more he wanted her.

"You'll forgive the lack of ceremony," she teased. The flash of her ivory fangs stood in contrast to the black of her new skin. "The burden of this form is just how urgently I want to share it with people."

She licked across her lips and moved a little closer. He naturally backed up when she pressed her bust against his chest, but he didn't have much room left. The place really was haunted. Either it had taken her over - or she had always been secretly latex-corrupted from the start. It was still spreading across his fur. It left him with the urge to simply take his shirt off so he could run his fingers across his new skin. It wasn't a matter of it matting down his fur and covering it - it replaced his former fluff, little by little. He shuddered with pleasure just to run his fingertips along his newly smoothed surfaces. It worked out in vein-like tendrils from that little bite mark she left on his neck, corrupting him a little more with every pump of his heart. He was ready to do anything she wanted just to get corrupted a little more.

"Think you're ready to complete your training?" she purred.

He gave her one more good looking over, and then just slowly nodded. "Yes ma'am."

"You're awfully laid back about all this. I expected at least a little horror." She shrugged with a chuckle. "Oh well. I can't have everything I want. Just most of it."

With that, she laid her hands on his shoulders and simply started to push. She was surprisingly strong. As much as she was bigger and thicker, she'd never shown much visible muscle. He was helpless in her grip, sinking down to his knees before her as if in worship. She tugged on his leash and brought his muzzle to rest right between her shiny thighs, smothering his snout against her silky smooth latex cunt. A grind against his nose and lips got him a good sense of her textures and tastes alike. The heat emanated from within her as naturally as any flesh. He didn't even have to be told to press his nose in a little deeper and take a few sniffs, followed by some curious licks.

"That's a good pet. I knew you'd serve me well ever since I recruited you." She fiercely rumbled, then just patted him on the head. "Not that you haven't been a good assistant. I just want you allll to myself."

She gave a dominant thrust of her hips right in his face, smothering him even deeper. His muzzle entered her slightly, as did his tongue when he stuck it deep inside her. He couldn't resist. He needed that taste, that warmth, and she clutched him by the head with one hand while tugging his leash with the other to keep him utterly immersed in latexy leopard pussy, slurping and slobbering over the taste of her rich juices. Every lick made her wetter, and not just with his saliva. She soaked him in liquid latex lust while he subserviently ate her out like a good dog. If she wanted a loyal companion then she wasn't going to find a better one anywhere else. He'd make sure of that.

The initial thrust was hardly the end of it. She gripped his fur and fucked his face with some steady humping strokes, grinding that cunt all over his muzzle while he loyally lapped at her, inside and out. The firm, deep moans escaping between her fangs told him what a good job he was doing. She slowly took him down to the floor with the forceful motions of her hips. He slipped down the wall until she was on top of him, sitting snugly on his face, plapping her pussy up and down on his pretty muzzle. He dug his tongue in deep and pleasured her as much as he possibly could, faintly hmmfing and moaning but never complaining. All he needed to breathe was pure latex leopardess.

"Ah, yes! Mmm, sorry we couldn't do this somewhere more romantic. But you've always been a good pet looking for his owner, haven't you?"

She dropped his leash and took his head in both hands just so she could grind down on his tongue all the harder. The sensation of wet latex sliding back and forth across his face was enough to leave him slightly numb, but utterly engrossed in the delicious cat on his face. He clutched her hips, he curled his tongue, and he did his absolute best to massage the inside of her pussy until he felt her clenching, clamping, rapidly contracting all around his entire muzzle where it was sheathed tightly in that slick cat sex. Pumping, squeezing, flexing firmly, she rowled her way into a thunderous snarl that was as intimidating as the orgasm that gushed straight into his open mouth.

That growling cat squirted for him, soaking his tongue in corrupting juices, leaving him to swallow her warmth and flavour alike. He guzzled from her as he desperately moaned between her thighs, barely able to breathe. Drowning in wet latex was the way he would have wanted to go, but he couldn't serve her if he suffocated. She let him off after gushing him to a soaking state. By then, his face was the only part of his upper body that remained natural. The rest was completely encased in latex, replacing his former fur with that delightfully slick, shiny surface. His new skin wore her juices so well.

She let him breathe for a little while. Not long. There was plenty more she had to do to that pretty face before it was completely overtaken by creeping latex corruption. A spin her hips and a swish of her tail and she turned her thick latex ass around to sit on top of his face. It was immediately evident what she wanted. A firm press of her smooth rim against his lips made for a little smooch of sorts. He didn't take long to start slurping. His breath was back, his stamina was restored, and his cock was still desperately hard. He knew as long as he impressed her, he would get his reward.

Eating latex ass was a treat for his tongue, slipping and sliding along the smooth surface. He made a sloppy doggy mess of her rim with all the drool he slobbered on her while he pleasured her. She used him like a throne, purring away, giving the occasional moan, and always grinding, shoving, pressing down firmly on his face to keep him perfectly engulfed between those plump cheeks. They faintly squeaked with the friction of the material against his fur. He dug deeper and deeper with his tongue until he could feel her pleased vibrations resonating through his entire body. She rattled his skull with how hard she purred for him, and meanwhile she ran her palm up and down against her pussy until she started to change.

"Mmm, good boy ... " she began. "I hardly even had to say a thing. You saw my body, and you understood the worship it deserved. That deserves a reward."

As much as he welcomed the air as she got up from his face, no small part of him wanted to just keep kicking her beneath the tail. He grasped meekly at her hips but let her go, watching her as she swished and swayed before him, staring down over his prone body. She needed more of his clothes off. Rather than grasp and tear at the fabric, she simply let the latex do the work. It spread down to his hips, his thighs, and his pants were simply overtaken by the corruption. Perhaps they melted, they fused with him, or whatever else. His cock remained untouched, standing up tall, fully knotted. She grasped it tightly in one hand and gave it a few squeezes.

"You want to give me everything, don't you? Every drop you have to spill is all mine to keep. Let's make wet latex love, sweet pet."

Rather than just mount him right where he was stretched out on the damp floor, she instead took him by the leash and gave a firm tug until he followed her lead. She held it too low to the ground to allow him to walk. He had to crawl. He went on all fours until they reached a pile of pet beds. That was going to have to be good enough for the ride to come. She shoved him over and swiftly pounced him, pinning him down with at least some cushion beneath his naked, mostly corrupted body. Her pussy was still slick and shiny, and it squelched smoothly as she slid the slippery folds slowly around the tip of his engorged shaft.

Sinking down on his tip, then his piercings one by one meant she made even more noise than he did. He whimpered while he got stuffed inside her, and she yowled sharply in his face, frequently flashing her white teeth as she clenched tight around his dick. She pushed all the way down to his knot and rested there a while, bouncing lightly, flexing firmly around his solid shaft. When he tentatively groped at her hips, looking for a place to put his hands, she guided him upwards with a tug of his wrists until he had a double grip of her huge, glossy tits. A firm squeeze was his own initiative.

"Good boy, gooood!" Her breathy moan was slightly degrading, but in precisely the way he liked.

He kept his grip tight on her bouncing tits while she pounded down on his knot. It didn't take her long to squelch it up inside her, stretching herself out in the process. He was all at once engulfed fully balls-deep in velvety latex pussy, hugged from all sides by the perfectly smooth, wet texture. He could already feel his cock getting smooth, getting coated in the corrupting goo that would soon become his everything. His colours faded to pure black as the full bodysuit of invading darkness overtook his balls and slowly crawled up his shaft until it had overtaken the entire thing. He remained beneath her, serving with her every plunge straight down onto his dick, hugging his knot with her flexing, pumping walls. He was going to make her cum again.

The only worry was not outlasting her. The way she drove down hard on his dick, he wasn't going to last much longer. Neither was she, by the way she clenched up tight. Those contractions got more and more frequent the longer she rode him, grinding on those piercings, letting them mercilessly stimulate her. She wouldn't slow down. Her hips thumped down on his while she snarled, even drooled on his face. The latex was crawling down his legs, wrapping around his hips to make his butt extra glossy. There wasn't much of his natural fur left. Soon he'd be fully engulfed in her gift, with his cum deep inside her latex womb.

She got in his face. She drooled. She clutched him close, clinging to his body, wrapping her arms around him just so she could smother him in her bust a while. That was where he stayed, stuffed in her squeaky tits, knotted in her cunt, huffing and yelping as if in fright while she rode him to his peak and then right over the edge without a moment to breathe along the way. She certainly wasn't savouring him. A pounding bounce and grind against his knot was enough to make him cum himself mindless, drooling while he shot his seed straight inside the transform leopard's pussy. He soaked her, he filled her, and he made her squirt for him too. Or at least the clenching, gushing, pumping peak that left her snarling in his flattened ears felt like a cumshot of her own.

When he'd completely emptied his nuts inside her latex sex, she pulled abruptly off him without giving him a moment's pause. He yelped at the overstimulation, and found himself just as hard as ever. Just looking over her silky smooth black body was enough to keep him horny for her, no matter how drained he might have been. He huffed, he whimpered, and he eagerly rose up to his knees when she tugged his leash with a little growl. For a moment she seemed to ignite a spark of aggression, like she was going to maul him at any second. She got to her feet and paced back and forth like a hungry cat in a cage, only to settle down into a warm, contented rumble.

"You're good at pleasing this form. Almost there. Almost part of the collective."

Reaver curiously quirked his head, but he didn't question her. Instead, he just watched her closely as she dipped a hand down between her thighs and rubbed a palm across her well-creamed cunt.

"You know what the best part of this new flesh is? It's ever so malleable. I can do anything I want with it."

He hardly even saw the changes as they occurred. Just the results. She lifted her hand and soon ran her fingers around the erecting girth of a towering black spire. Her cock was already bigger than his, and she wasn't even fully hard yet. Those perfectly smooth, shiny nuts were an impressive sight too. They were plump and taut as if with pressure, all swollen up tight with the need coursing through her firming shaft. She kept stroking it until it was fully firm, standing up right in front of his face as he knelt before her. Of course he wanted to give it a taste.

For all the latex coating her body, redefining her flesh, she still had a warm, pheromone-laden taste to lap up with his eager tongue. The corruption crawled down to his knees but stopped there for the moment. She needed to give him just a little more to complete the transformation, and he was going to earn it. It didn't take long for her to start urging her tip against his lips. There was plenty of uncut wrapping to unroll with his tongue to get the tastes within. He slurped and worshipped her as she gave the occasional tug of his leash to urge him along. She hardly had to remind him of his place when he so eagerly served. It was like he'd forgotten who he even was before falling prey to her seductive ways.

Getting his lips around her cock was his greatest priority in life after a few good samples of her flavour. He sucked the light musk from her tip and delved down deep to engulf that dick in his muzzle until she entered his throat. To his surprise and pride alike, he didn't choke, not even for a second. Her smooth shaft slipped easily down his gullet, as if meant for him to swallow. He drank every drop of the juices that were flowing, shooting from that fat cat cock and bobbed on her inches while they throbbed in his mouth. Every pulse was the reward he needed for doing such a good job. He was guzzling her precum before long at all, loudly gulping it down when it welled up in his mouth and mixed with his saliva, saturating him with that rich flavour.

Stepping forth, she planted a hand firmly on the back of his head and gave a little growl as she started thrusting. She fucked his face hard enough to loudly plap her balls against his chin with every stroke, sending juices coursing down his chest as he drooled for her. The best he could do was try to suck back while she so commandingly facefucked him. Two hands now, both gripping his chin, and she took him for a ride, driving deep into his throat while he closed his eyes and endured the heavy thump of her belly against his muzzle, knowing she still had his cum inside her, somewhere.

Soon she tugged his leash again, with one hand still firmly on his head, making sure he couldn't pull back for long. He managed a few gasps between her wet plunges down his throat, but soon found himself lightheaded, spinning, weakened. If he passed out, it would have been worth it just to please her. Though he wanted to last long enough to taste her cum. The squelching suckles of his pursed lips gliding up and down her latex cock were almost deafening, ringing out through the store and well beyond, echoing through the darkness. All that mattered to him was being a good little pet, no matter who heard them, or even saw them. The whole team could have been watching them at that moment and he'd never have noticed, but thankfully they were completely alone in that dark place. Aside from perhaps any spirits or other entities that might have been observing their every indulgence.

Through clenched teeth, she managed to snarl out one single word that rose above the echoing cacophony of extra sloppy facefucking.

"Bitch ..."

Somehow, he knew she meant it in the best of ways. It was her compliment to the good dog on how well he was performing as her new slut, her new pet. And it was also his only warning before she bottomed out with her balls nestled against his lower lip, twitching and tightening even more until they were two perfectly round, smooth tanks ready to pump fresh cum straight down his throat. He sucked and didn't stop sucking even once she erupted with a roar. The bellow of feline sound left his ears ringing too much to hear the splorches of her spunk shooting into his belly. He gulped rapidly but quickly found himself a mess as her seed overflowed from his mouth and poured down his latex body. The crawling corruption finished its journey not long after that.

He felt it tingling slowly down his calves until it worked between his toes to completely cover his entire body. Gone were his usual markings, his identifying colours. He was all black, all shiny, fully taken over by that invading substance that had already claimed the leopardess. Or maybe it was Mahiri. Falling slowly back as she released the tension in his leash, he fell on his rump and let her cum on his face while he panted and drooled for her. Like a good boy. An exhausted one at that, but that didn't make him any less horny for her. She teased him with the silky-textured pads of her paw against his cock, lightly rubbing as she loomed above, cock soaked and coated but never softening.

"Doesn't it feel good? That shall be your skin now. But we can always hide in plain sight, when we need to."

She stopped teasing him and took to pacing again, holding his leash slack in one hand. After a few moments to consider her plan of attack, eyeing him up and down the whole while, she gave a sudden tug once more that was harsh enough to drag him onto his hands and knees. By her sharp, seemingly approving grin, that was exactly what she wanted.

"Not that I'm done with you. Time to break in that new butt. Let me show you all the pleasures of your new form."

She soon circled around him with a swift motion. He held that position, huffing, lightly wagging his latexed tail, and let her mount him with a pounce. She got her fangs around the back of his neck and clamped on tight, but not so hard it hurt. All she did was nibble him while she wrapped an arm around his chest and tugged his leash tightly back to lock him in the precise position she wanted. A slap of her cock against one cheek was enough to make him yelp. Soon he settled down to moaning while she found his ring, jabbing, humping, sparing nothing for mercy or patience in her haste to fuck her new pet until he was truly hers. As if hadn't already made that decision from the moment he first saw her secret form.

Pushing slowly inside of him, she at least let him adjust to her size little by little. She gave him an inch and let him clench on it, and eventually she just gave his ass a soft whack in what felt oddly like an approving way. He kept his head held high like a shiny show dog, like the best pet he could be while she shoved him full of latex leopard cock. Her breasts weighed upon his back, squishing to his shoulders while she pushed and humped, occasionally thrusting forth to drive into his rear a little faster. It wasn't too long before she bottomed out with her fat balls pressed firmly against his own. Just having her there, deeply held in his transformed body, was enough to set him to near-orgasmic clenching, totally hands free. She knew just how to press his buttons, but he refused to blow his load until it was explicitly clear it was time.

Another spank preceded her starting to really fuck him. She toyed with his rump while she dug deep inside, then pulled out to plap forth and thud her hips and balls alike against his butt. The impact tested his strength and stamina alike. He remained relatively steady, but lurched with the force of her mating him, breaking him thrust by thrust. Soon she accelerated to a frightful pace, rutting him hard, loudly thumping into his soft body. The sound of latex meeting latex squeaked out between the steady thuds of her ramming into him. It was all so forceful, so harsh, but he endured it without a word of complaint. It wasn't that he was holding them back. With her every single thrust, he found himself swelling with pride and pleasure alike just knowing how well he could take even her fiercest fuck.

With her every stroke inside him, he found himself getting tighter. He clenched on her, but never slowed her down, no matter how hard he clamped down on her driving dick. Her snarls echoed right through his skull as she took some time off nibbling him to lick the back of his head and shout her pleasure into his submissively flattened ears. Thump thump thump went her brutal thrusts all the while. It was more than just sheer force through. She knew just how to put the pressure on his little pleasure button, how to massage his prostate even amid the lunging, plapping pounding she was giving him. He found himself curling his toes, twitching his tail, losing control of his body entirely after just a few minutes of taking her fat black latex cock. His body was hers to control, to pleasure precisely how she wanted to, and he'd cum exactly when she said he would.

It wasn't a verbal command that sent him over the edge so much as it was a collective agreement via body language. They knew it was time when she was spurting and snarling her way to a near-peak that kept her twitching and bulging inside him, and he was rapidly throbbing from the tip of his cock all the way down to his balls, his taint, and that taut ring wrapped snug around her pumping inches. She smacked that fine ass one more time, yanked that leash, and finally just filled the whole building with her roars as she came inside his cushy ass. That sound was powerful enough to awaken every single forgotten soul in the whole mall, proclaiming to every inhabitant how hard she was cumming in her pet. Let them all hear, he thought to himself even as he erupted for her all over again.

This time it wasn't inside her, it was all over himself and the floor alike. He painted a puddle of spunk on the floor while he welcomed the warmth beneath his tail. She shot what felt like a dozen loads inside him all at once, a high pressure blast of leopard cream that filled his belly with the satisfying heat and weight of her pure, concentrated essence. He did his best to squeeze on her, to milk her for all she could give him, to hold it all inside like the perfect latex condom pup he could be, but a little spilled down his taint nonetheless. The rest remained sloshing inside him, leaving his belly heavy and hot, his eyes fluttering, his head spinning with the afterglow of pleasure that glimmered through his blackened form. She slowly settled from growls to purrs, kissing and nibbling at his ear, licking along its edge. When she had fully drained her shiny nuts inside his butt, she finally spoke.

"Gooood."

It was more of a rumble than a word, but it was all he needed to hear. Her regular speaking voice returned to her in time as the moment cleared from her veins.

"How do you feel?"

He answered swiftly. "Wonderful, Mistress."

"That's right." She licked his cheek. "You're free to call me that all you like, pet. Just as you're free to worship me however you see fit. We're going to have such fun."

The urge to slip out from under her just so he could turn around and run his tongue all over the temple of her body was a strong one he was just going to have to ignore. Instead, she weighed herself down atop him and pinned him to the beds beneath them both with her cock still faintly twitching inside him, only slightly softened. Maybe she was going to be ready for more in a short while, but not yet. It made for a comfortable enough position on its own, but when her purring continued it truly got pleasant. He was just going to have to stay like that, pinned by that horny latex cat, shining in the darkness, united together in squeaking bliss as if she'd known his dreams all along. He'd never had such a clear sense of purpose as he did there in that empty place, leashed and collared, stuffed full of leopard cum and already anticipating their next rut. She still had so very much to show him.

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Chapter II

For Serami

Featuring Kamili

(Gore, dubcon, hard vore)

"You're sure this is okay? I mean, I don't mean to keep asking. I just don't want to seem like we're exploiting you."

Rosalva took a moment to even realize she was being spoken to, as if it hadn't even occurred to her that her present task might have been taking advantage of her. She tipped her head at the cute hyena and just shrugged.

"Huh? Oh, no, it's fine! I've done weirder jobs."

"Well, if you're sure! You can always tap out if it proves too much. Just lemme know."

He sweetly smiled and she smiled back. Kamili had been kind to her ever since she first signed up, even if she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do half the time. A little nudging and they got good work done together. Some of the other trainees seemed nervous about what they were going to encounter out there in the dark, but a regenerating feline like her had nothing to really worry about. Any sort of injury was little more than an inconvenience for her, which was precisely why she'd been chosen to work on some of the most physically dangerous tasks. They could leave the spiritual dangers to the other investigators.

"So ... sorry to make you a canary like this, but you've heard the stories."

Kamili scritched his chin as he studied a printed blueprint of the whole mall that was spread out over an old food court table. Rosalva leaned in to peek at it, but it was a little technical for her. He tapped on the sheet as if to make a mental note, then nodded to her.

"I guess I'll just get right to the point. It's possible that there might be some sort of death traps set up here, maybe by some sort of crazed killer. Regular dangerous people aren't really our specialty, but we have a way of running into them anyway."

"You don't have to keep apologizing. Just promise you won't freak out when you see it?"

The cat seemed briefly shy, so the hyena tentatively patted her on the shoulder. He didn't want to be too touchy with the new recruit. With a confident nod, he gave her a firm look just to make sure she knew he meant it.

"Promise. I've seen a lot of things in my time with the team, and it hasn't even been long."

She was an unusual one, carrying with her an air of curiosity and maybe strangeness, but they were all a little strange to be willingly walking into such obviously dangerous places, haunted or not. Once they were all set up, with a toolbox each ready to disarm whatever deadly contraptions they came across, they set out into the shadows. Rosalva took point, and Kamili followed from a safe distance. She wasn't even being especially careful. He admired her fearlessness from behind as she swished her way off into the gloomy halls of that abandoned place. Neither of them were old enough to remember it when it was still open, but judging by the rows upon rows of empty storefronts, it had been a bustling place at some point. All the more reason for it to be haunted by various misdeeds of the past.

It was when they walked by a slightly ajar door to the back halls that Kamili called for a halt.

"Hold on a second. I think I see something." He waited for Rosalva to turn around, then pointed to the marks just around the handle of the double door. "See the scratches there?"

The cat leaned in to take a better look, then just shrugged.

"Nope!"

"Oh. Well, anyway, it looks like someone forced it open sometime recently. See? The marks haven't had time to smooth over."

"Still nope!"

"That's okay. I think we should check it out, though. Just, please be care-"

She was already opening the door without a hint of caution. As soon as she tugged it, there came some kind of mechanical clunk from the other side, followed by a series of clicks and whirrs like an oversized clock. Kamili reflexively reached out for her, only to jump back when he heard a KACHUNK. Then there was a wetter noise. It accompanied a short exhalation of breath and slight yelp from the cat. Something fired through a hidden mechanism, punching a solid steel bolt right through Rosalva's chest with a meaty gush of blood and flesh alike. The mechanism was powerful enough to shoot it right through her body, leaving nothing but a gaping hole straight through her. That meant she didn't have to bother pulling it out.

The hyena stood there with his hands over his mouth, staring at a wound that would have definitely been fatal for anyone else. Rosalva just stood there for a moment, her expression furrowed in a wince of visible pain as she regarded the damage/ while it began to seal back up. It was a gradual process, but a visible one. The only thing that didn't heal was her clothes. They were torn and bloody after that nasty puncture, but she just shrugged her shoulders and glanced back to Kamili as if to see if she had done a good job. He was still a bit frozen, so she just pouted at him a little.

"You said you wouldn't freak out!"

"I didn't ..." he said through his fingers.

"Anyway, I got the door open!"

"You're sure you're okay?" Kamili was trying not to stare. "Didn't that hurt?"

"Just a little! It feels kinda nice, in a way?" She made it sound like a question. "All good! Should I keep going?"

The hyena nodded. "Yes, but ... carefully, please. One step at a time."

He made sure to check the door for other possible traps before following her. That one needed to be manually rearmed in order to fire again, which just told him it was even more likely that someone was currently using the place as a base of some sort. He took a few pictures of the cogs and gears. Some part of him couldn't help but admire the craftsmanship.

Whoever had assembled it knew exactly what they were doing, repurposing old parts into something nearly flawless. No matter how a victim opened the door, whether quickly, slowly, or even carefully stepping to the side while they did, it probably would have hit its target. It was just a good thing the victim was so nonchalant about the whole thing.

The cat trotted along as if she wasn't at risk of temporarily grievous bodily harm at any given moment. One wrong step could have meant a gruesome pause in their investigation while she got her body back together. Kamili had to wonder just how far her abilities went. Could she regenerate from complete destruction, if such a thing were to happen? Did it go down to the cellular level? He always considered it a little rude to ask too many questions of anyone supernatural or otherwise special, so he just took her word for it that everything would be fine. Even if that meant fussing at her when she just kept touching everything.

"What's this?"

Before he could stop her, she was tugging at a seemingly stuck valve of some sort. Kamili didn't know what it was for. Being in the back rooms of a business like that always felt like stepping into another world never meant for them. A lingering sense of intrusion came with those many identical doors, each given little more label than a few letters and numbers. The hall was dark, but his scans didn't reveal any sort of visible mechanism or other indications of a trap. As much as he knew he was going to hate himself for giving the command if it meant something bad happened to her again, he slowly nodded.

"Try pulling it out a little bit, then turning to the left."

"Okay!" She was eager to be useful, and popped the valve out of its safety latch with a firm pull. Nothing clunked threateningly in response. Then she looked to her left and turned her body to follow.

" ... The valve, I mean. Turn that to the left, if you can."

"Gotcha!"

It squeaked while she worked. She grunted a little with the effort, but eventually it started turning, and in the process an otherwise seamless segment of the drab old wall lifted up to reveal a hidden passage. Now they were really getting to the heart of it. Kamili nervously glanced back to make sure nobody was following them. If there really was a killer hiding somewhere in that mall, they probably knew they were coming. They could have been anywhere. They could have been any one of them, for that matter. But not Rosalva. That cat didn't have a cruel bone in her body. She kept turning until the doorway was big enough for a fairly tall person to enter, and then she moved to enter before Kamili gave an alarmed little whoop to stop her.

"Wait a sec - if that's really a hideout of some sort, it's definitely going to be trapped."

"Don't worry, I'll find them!" was all she said in response before she went striding straight into the killer's den.

Of course there was something waiting for her. She walked straight past a fairly obvious switch and onto a piece of metal hooked up to several wires. The shock she got was enough to light up the dark hall around the hyena, freezing her in place until two nasty-looking hooks came swinging down at high speed and dug into her back. They punctured through her shoulder and lifted her right up as the electric device shorted out, leaving her dangling there, dripping blood, faintly squirming after she stopped violently convulsing. The whole thing was elaborate, with plenty of moving, grinding parts. The hooks carried her across the room, trailing crimson all the way, until she was left dangling above a drain.

As he watched her get hauled off with a mix of horror and relief that it wasn't worse, Kamili got a good look at the rest of the room. It was a fully illuminated workshop, stocked with modern tech the likes of which couldn't have just been left behind there by the previous occupants of the mall. The room hadn't shown up on the blueprints either. The walls were decorated with finished contraptions, while the tables contained work-in-progress projects.

Most of them had deadly-looking teeth, blades, spikes, or other sharp edges sure to maim whoever fell into them. The more he looked over them, the more he couldn't help but admire the work that went into them. He hated to give credit to someone so obviously twisted and cruel, but he was dealing with a genius, an artist even. Some part of him wished he could build devices like that.

"Can you help me down?"

He gave his head a quick shake and turned his attention to the impaled cat. Of course he could. What was he thinking, just standing there, staring at those awful tools of torture and murder while she dangled there bleeding into a darkened drain? The trap had been built to restrain and injure, but not to kill. After a scan of the room to make sure there were no other traps he had missed, he quickly rushed over to her. He had to stand up on his toes to reach her. She didn't seem like she was in any apparent distress, more just inconvenienced by the whole thing, but he hurried along anyway. It didn't feel right just leaving her there.

Maybe it was a bit of adrenaline that helped him heft her up off those dual hooks and bring her back down to her feet. She stretched her arms once she was free, then wiped her chest off a little as if to brush off all the blood on her clothes while she started to heal up once more. She looked a touch embarrassed for a moment while he carefully watched her. There really was no hiding the need to reach down and casually smooth over the slight bulge that came with her semi-firm dick after that intense experience. He didn't comment, nor did he seem to mind when she got a little blood on him. She gave a little eep.

"Oops, sorry, bleeding on you ..."

"That's really okay. You're sure you're fine?"

"Uh huh! That was pretty cool. Who builds this stuff?"

He held her for maybe a little longer than he needed to. Part of him just wanted to give her a hug after all she'd already been through. But again, they'd only just met. It wasn't time to get all affectionate yet, even if she did have a bit of a boner. He was committed to being a good teacher to the fresh, invincible student. When she was steady on her feet and his heart had slowed down a little, he let her go and turned to the tables of equipment once more.

"Hopefully we can help figure that out. While we're here, we can take a close look at everything and see how they work, to better prepare the team should they run into anything like it out there."

"Okay, well, good luck!"

"No, it's okay. I don't mind showing you a few things. C'mere."

As they moved over to examine the unseen killer's current projects, he felt a little something. It was like someone had breathed right into one of his dome-shaped ears, maybe whispered something he couldn't quite hear. He looked up and turned back to Rosalva to arch a brow at her.

"Did you say something?"

"Nope!"

"Huh. You didn't hear someone talking just now, did you?"

She perked her ears up and put on a face of utter concentration. In the silence, he felt it again, like a pair of invisible lips teasing their way towards his mind. It made him sharply turn in the direction of the sensation, batting at his ear as if swatting a bug.

"There it is again!" he exclaimed.

"There what is?"

"You don't hear it? I could have sworn ..."

He dropped it. It wouldn't have been the first time his nerves got the better of him while out on the job. A suitable distraction was all that custom engineering on display all around the two of them. He was still cautious handling anything, but he felt mostly safe by then. There probably wouldn't have been deadly swinging blades or whatever else right at the centre of the killer's workshop. Any intruders would have been already taken out by the homemade security system. If they weren't indestructible, at least.

When she spotted an unusual device sitting on the table, seemingly simple from the outside, Rosalva was stricken by a wave of curiosity. It looked like a solid steel box with a single slit on one side just big enough to insert a hand. She at least had the presence of mind to keep from shoving herself inside all at once. Instead, she reached over and grabbed it to give it a few shakes. It didn't rattle. Surprisingly heavy, too. Looking a little closer, she tried to peer inside the little opening to get an idea for what was going on inside the featureless thing, and all the while Kamili was just staring at her. It was a bit odd, maybe. He barely seemed to move.

"What do you think this is for?"

No response. She blinked at him, and then just shrugged. Guess it wasn't important. Just as she was about to put it down, he made an abrupt comment in a low voice.

"Put your hand in."

"Huh?"

She looked at him. Oh! Were his eyes always so pretty? They were usually a cute brown, but the light or something seemed to bring out a little bit of red. It was pretty cool. He glared at her, and slowly lifted a hand to point to the object she was holding.

"Stick your hand inside. I want to see what happens."

"Oh, okay!"

For as strange as he was suddenly being, she didn't even hesitate. She put the thing down then went ahead and shoved her left hand right through the hole until she felt something clamp down on her wrist. Something started clicking. Kamili leaned in, looking intently at the whole process. She heard him wetly lick his lips even over the other noise. The clicking got louder until there came a sudden crrrrrnch as solid gears squeezed down on her whole hand at once, crushing into the bones, mangling it to unusable and soon unrecognizable when it started twisting.

She didn't scream like might have seemed the obvious response, but she did make some gasps and groans that sounded more like someone who'd just taken a slurp of soup that was a little too hot. Even as it got worse. More than just a one-time injury, it started grinding and spinning to make sure to absolutely annihilate every single bone in her hand, all accompanied by appropriately sickly sounds. After a while, she fell instead to faintly moaning and murmuring with her eyes half-closed, tenting her bottoms once more until she simply couldn't hide the effects that gruesome injury was having on her. Whoever had designed that thing had made sure it did as much damage as possible before releasing her, and the experience was one worth panting over as she lost herself in it for a while.

She examined the ruined meat where her hand used to be with a glassy, distant expression. Not because she was dazed, but more she was caught up in an exhilarating head rush, as if endorphins had overpowered the actual pain they were meant to combat. She shook it off and found Kamili staring at her closely. Specifically, at her mangled flesh. Maybe it was a hyena thing? Did they get a little excited around blood sometimes? No wait, that was sharks. Either way, she was going to be fine, though such extensive damage was going to take a little longer to repair compared to a simple puncture. She could get it relatively together, but actually making it heal up to the point of usable was probably going to take a few hours. Hands were complicated. The process of putting her bones back together was equally noisy, all crunchy and crackly, sometimes flecking blood off in all directions. Oops, she got a little bit on that work table, though given the things that mysterious builder had been working on, they probably didn't mind a bit of a mess. She glanced over at her trainer.

"That was kinda cool! Very creative. Anything else you want me to try out?"

He was heaving by then. His shoulders were slumped, his head tilted forward, his breaths coming raggedly, shuddering through his slender body. It made him look a little bigger, despite the slouch, as if he'd bulked up a little in the moments since she last looked at him. She thought to ask if he was feeling okay, but that might have been rude.

Instead, she just followed his guidance as he reached out and started firmly pushing her across the room. He didn't have to be so insistent. She would have got the idea eventually. On they went, until they were standing in front of what looked like it might have been a refrigerator once, before all of its parts were repurposed and swapped out. It had a heavy bolt holding it shut.

"Get in," came his voice, somewhere between a snarl and a snicker.

"Just right in? Well, alright!"

It took her some effort to move the door, so he went ahead and helped. When they finally managed to pry it open together, they revealed a system of sharpened metal and gears. Some of it might have come from a lawnmower, other parts looked more custom built. All she knew was it was incredibly pointy in there, and that didn't stop him from urging her along. A nod, and then a shove right between her shoulders hurried her into climbing her whole body inside. It was pretty spacious even with all the different components. Soon, she was standing up in that homemade iron maiden of sorts, wiggling until she was comfortable. Kamili didn't hesitate to slam the door shut on her again.

Doing so immediately set off some sort of startup process. The machine groaned a little, shuddered in a lifelike sort of way, and then started chugging. It sounded a little like a train. Soon, the sharpened sections started to move. They didn't spin right away, and instead just twitched and rattled as the power flowed through the homemade system. It was an impressive thing for something largely built out of reused parts. She wished it wasn't so dark in there so she could see what was going on a little better. Instead, she was just going to have to go by the sounds. They painted a clear enough picture.

From a chug to a high-pitched mechanical whine, the whole thing started forcefully turning soon enough. It took its time chewing through her, and the sharp, sometimes shrill sounds she made were impossible to describe as anything but erotic. She soaked in the feeling of that machine penetrating her flesh, overloading her senses until she couldn't help but moan her way all through it like it was the best sex she'd ever had. She got sliced into at almost every point on her body at once, though she couldn't help but notice that it was carefully crafted to avoid the vital parts of her for as long as possible. Someone really designed that thing to hurt.

Rosalva was just glad it was being used and not on someone else who would have been much less accommodating of the whole thing, even as she got her arms twisted to the side by the and chopped into by the blades slowly pushing through her flesh. A good dozen or so of them pierced her limbs first, and only then did the central set start swinging to go for her torso and the kill. She was spurting blood by the end - and a little precum too, beneath the bulge in her skirt - and it all drained nicely through a grate in the bottom to spill out onto the floor.

Things got a little fuzzy when she got her head sawed through. It sliced through the very tip of her muzzle, perfectly calibrated to her body it seemed, and sank down deep into the back of her skull. Most of it was very clean. There were no ragged cuts, no messy wounds, just smooth, even slicing through her flesh and bone alike until she was nicely diced up and yet still appearing somewhat whole by the time the slowly rotating cutters were all the way through her. That poor outfit was falling off of her in shreds, but her body remained stacked up and together. At least until Kamili opened the door.

She tumbled out in several pieces to pile up on the bloodstained floor, still conscious and aware but rather unable to move until everything started piecing together again. At least most of her pieces hadn't gone far. It was hard to find them in the spinning daze, but her flesh knew better than her rattled mind. She could reattach those cuts of meat she'd become as long as she didn't move too much. Such a mess, though. She'd made a whole puddle of herself for how much she'd bled through the process, and she couldn't even get out of it while she still couldn't feel her legs.

After an extensive process of slowly knitting her severed bones, tendons, and veins alike, everything seemed to be relatively in order. The slurping and suckling as she became whole once more were a little excessive perhaps. Eventually her thoughts cleared up as her partially dissected mind healed up. When she meant to ask for help with the missing chunk of her thigh that had skidded off across the room on a streak of red, she instead remained silent. The hyena seemed busy.

He was down on all fours, tail twitching as he lapped up the fresh blood she'd just spilled all over the place. If he meant to drink it all, he was going to be at it for a long time. She watched him for a while, given there wasn't much more for her to do while she was more or less paralyzed. Only when she was complete and ready to push herself back up to her feet did he look at her.

His head snapped up from his feast and he shot her a beastly glare. An interlocking growl of crimson teeth broke when some vicious cackles burst from his throat. Though she was hardly looking at his face. The whole thing had made him a little excited, judging by the bulge in his pants that drew her eye. Modest, but urgent. He drooled her blood as he rose to a hunching stance and loped towards her and grabbed her by the throat.

"Wow, hey! I'm, um, I'm alright! Was there something else you wanted me to do?"

She was truly surprised how strong he was. He always looked so girly. Not that she minded working with such a cutie. But there he was, manhandling her, dragging her along while she staggered on her one bad, not-yet-healed leg. He pushed her until she found herself approaching a bed of sharp spikes that'd been attached to a sheet of metal, firmly hanging on the wall among the other grisly creations. She got an extra good look at it when he forced her onto it face-first.

The sharp pieces jabbed deeply into her chest, her belly, her thighs, and directly through one of her eyes with a juicy splurch. She got another impaled right through her palms when she got her hands up to try to stop herself. She was stuck there, bleeding from those freshly made holes, leaking it all over her fur and largely naked body. Whatever she was still wearing, he quickly did away with.

"H-hey ..." she gurgled through a throatful of her own blood.

Helping him out was one thing, though he was maybe taking advantage of how much she looked up to the cute little 'yena. I wasn't like this whole situation didn't turn her on. She'd made that much obvious. It was all just little beyond what was in her terms of employment at last. Everything else up to that point had been normal and expected. Was that - yep, that was definitely his cock rubbing against the small of her back. He pulled it out and started greedily humping her while she remained stuck on that unfinished trap, unable to heal back up with so much metal jammed into her body.

She could only squirm while he groped her, working from her breasts to her sides, working down to her hips, then reaching around to grasp and play with her soft cock. It had managed to avoid getting spiked, at least. She whimpered out as he played with it, tugging it a few times, but he quickly lost interest and instead worked on squeezing her butt.

The cat huffed and mewed while he had his way. Some part of her liked it. That wasn't something she ever expected out of such a gentle guy like him, but his touch was firm, and so was his dick. He made it plenty clear what he wanted. A few slick strokes along his shaft with his bloody palms to get it slippery and he pushed under her tail to start violating her while she remained helplessly impaled and bled heavily whenever she wriggled. Maybe she could have pulled off of the bed of nails if she really fought, but she couldn't bring herself to muster up more than a constant squirm and occasional huff of protest as he pushed rubbed and finally wetly penetrated her.

It wasn't exactly easy to scream when she had a large piece of metal through one of her lungs. Rosalva was just going to have to settle for whatever fussy cat noises she could still make while the hyena forced himself inside her until his balls touched her own. That was enough to get a little twitch out of her. He was a nice, manageable size too, not so thick that she was straining to take him all, but still big enough to feel good once he started pumping.

The unexpectedly dominant hyena didn't take his time. It was all about him once he started thrusting, fucking her deep, plapping up against her jiggling rump and driving her just a little deeper onto those spikes in the process. She wasn't sure what was splurching the most - her widening wounds as she wriggled for him, or the blood-slick cock driving under her cute kitty tail.

By the time he settled into a fierce, feral rhythm, she was getting hard. She couldn't help admitting to herself how good it felt to get absolutely plowed by the girly hyena. He fucked her with such need, such driving lust, that she felt flattered she could make him so horny. Even more exciting was feeling him suddenly bottom out after less than half a minute of going at her. He sank inside, held himself there, and then there came the rush of hot hyena cum shooting into her belly in spurt after spurt.

It was impressive volume for someone of his size, sloshing around within her as she sighed her way into full arousal. Even more impressive was the way he stayed totally solid even after unloading those rich ropes and started thrusting once more after only a few seconds to gasp and recover. He wasn't done with her yet.

With all that cum to make things wetter, his lunge-fuck just got messier. Juices poured down both their thighs while he slammed her from behind, driving her into those stakes fully until some of them started coming out the other side. He had to be careful, but he never stopped pounding. She swelled up and ached a little with the surge of desire that ran through her. There was no stopping it. She wanted him, wanted more of him, wanted to feel him cum in her again.

Soon, she was giving him a nice tight squeeze while he slapped against her ass and squeezed her hips tight. A slathering slurp to her throat became a bite to her scruff, one that swiftly punctured right through her skin thanks to the sharpness of his teeth and the strength of those solid hyena jaws. He bit off a chunk of her while he fucked her pretty ass, loudly chewing in her ear while he made her cum.

The cat jizz squirting out of her mixed with all the cum as she writhed and twitched her way through a convulsing orgasm granted to her entirely by the solid black hyena cock stuffed inside her. She spurted for him, she emptied her balls, she shuddered and sighed her way into mewling, purring satisfaction, and she got another load of spunk in her butt for her efforts. All the squeezing on him helped milk him to another climax, another series of hot spurts to leave her feeling all the fuller, all the hotter after getting pumped for at least a dozen shots of his seed. Her shoulders slumped once they both finished, content she did a good job getting used by him.

When he pulled out, she felt the torrent of cream pouring down the inside of her legs. He wiped his cock off on her fur and then bit her again. This time, even harder than before. His fangs punched into her shoulder and eventually crunched through the bones there. It was a truly impressive display of jaw strength that utterly pulverized her shoulder blade, leaving her right arm limp and tingly from just one single chomp. He chewed on her a while until he'd accumulated a mouthful of mushed up meat, and then swallowed it. Was that just a taste test or was - no, he was definitely eating her. He went back for more, latching onto her arm and starting to tear off strips of flesh with his deadly teeth.

"Ohh, you're gonna ... oh ..." she whispered, sounding a little awed, and incredibly turned on.

For such a small hyena, he could really eat. He only sped up, the more of her that he swallowed. She could hear him loudly gulping while he ate most of the meat off her upper arm. From there he gave her another show of his strength, yanking her from where she was deeply embedded and dragging her down into his lap. She sat there on his crossed legs and tilted her head back just in time to see him coming for her face.

A good chomp of her cheek pulled a piece of her features away for him to chew on, treating her to a close-up look at his gnashing fangs turning that kitty meat to mush and then swallowing it down. Rather than continue on that way, he instead kept sampling her, pushing her down on her back and getting on top of her so he could dig into her chest. She puffed out her bosom as if to feed herself to him, breathing heavier all the while. For all the release he'd given her already, she was horny again, fixating on every gnashing pinch of those deadly teeth, every gush, every squelch of her body being destroyed and consumed. She whimpered with delight when she heard him gulp a piece of her. She throbbed for him when she heard him crunch her flesh and bones alike.

She watched as he ate one of her breasts right off her chest, tugging and tearing whenever he met any resistance with her flesh. There was nothing he couldn't bite through, or at least she was convinced as much while he took her apart, one piece at a time. He worked so fast she didn't even have time to start healing yet. Nothing sealed back up as she thickly bled for the ravenous hyena devouring her bit by bit.

When he shoved his muzzle into her belly and ripped it open, he really started making a mess. Really, it was impressive just how quickly he could disembowel her, spilling her intestines out over the edges of that ragged wound and digging in deeper for the organs within. Her own healing couldn't even keep up. It was such a rare opportunity for her. She always got better before she could get fully destroyed. He was giving her such a gift - and all she had in return for him was her visible lust while he did his vicious magic upon her renewable flesh.

Was it bloodlust or was it simple appetite that compelled him. She was flattered either way as she watched how relentlessly he eviscerated her. Was that her liver? Or maybe a kidney? It was hard to tell when he was going so fast. He still had a boner, too. She thought that was cute, even while she watched him chewing through one of her lungs after so harshly ripping it from her open cavity. He never quite destroyed anything vital yet. He kept her alive through all the crunching, all the slopping, splattering feasting so she could see him go for her throat.

By then, he'd done too much damage for her to even squirm anymore. She remained still, paralyzed and probably dying, at least for a little while, as those fangs closed firmly around her neck and just kept biting down. He wasn't tearing her throat out, he was going all the way through.

She slowly blacked out while he shredded through her spine and flesh alike, severing vital veins in the process. Knowing she was dying was enough to make her squirt - though it was just a modest rope of cat cum after all the damage he'd done to her organs. It was satisfying nonetheless. Absolutely oozing blood right down his throat, she slumped and then twitched a little while her consciousness faded out, content at having done a good job as trap sweeper, fucktoy, and snack. Eventually, his teeth met in the middle. He bit her head right off and left her to go motionless beneath him, gushing and shredded open. Yet even as his belly started to swell with how much cat meat he'd swallowed, he kept on eating.

Whatever had imbued him with such vicious bloodlust, whatever had possessed him without Rosalva even noticing fuelled his hunger to a dangerous degree. He ate her face in long, harsh rips and tugs of his latched on teeth. A clamp around her chin pulled off pieces of her muzzle and exposed her teeth. A chomp on her cheek got him down to the bone before long. He even dug her eyes out of her skull with his tongue for a squishy treat. When he'd reduced her pretty features to little more than reddened bone he crunched deeply into her skull for the tender meat inside before moving on to the rest of her. By then he was growing fat with his unceasing feast of freshly killed cat.

Of course, she would be okay. Eventually. Wounds were one thing, but it was going to take her time to recover from having her whole body devoured. He didn't leave much behind. Ripping meat from her limbs, from her thighs, and everywhere else there was any meat clinging to her bloodied bones. Even those weren't safe from her jaws. He broke them open and sucked their marrow before just munching on as many as he could.

At least there were scraps and other bits left over when the messy eater was finally done. He was left surrounded by bits of flesh and fragments of her crushed bones, absolutely soaked with blood, and stuffed to the point of immobile. It was going to take him a long time to digest all that food. He was just going to have to take a nap right then and there while his body recovered from the violent indulgence. Such was the depth of his ensuing nap, he didn't even hear the hooves approaching.

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Chapter III

For Kawazoe

Featuring Lilianna

(Turnabout, cock vore)

"Alright. Enough talk. Move your stripey ass so we can get some work done."

Lily wasn't always the easiest to work with for the new recruits, but the horse's blunt demeanour suited Kawazoe just fine. There were plenty of benefits to the job besides the adventure and the valuable skills he was picking up - and watching the sway of those tremendously wide hips was chief among them in those moments. His first question was one he delivered with a mix of genuine concern and flirtatiousness alike.

"We're going off on our own?"

"Aye. You're the new security guy right? I need someone to help me haul all this equipment, and the twinky recruits aren't going to cut it, cute as they are."

She came right up to him and stood on his level. They were about the same height, though she was thicker and he was stronger. A fine complement of equines, really. No wonder they'd been vaguely flirting ever since they first sat down in the van. Maybe she was like that with all the new recruits, or maybe she really did like him. Just when it seemed like she was about to lay a smooch on his lips, she just offered a grin and planted her hands firmly on her hips.

"Not scared are ye?" she teased him, to which he dismissively snorted. "Best I can tell this whole place is a total bust. Might stumble on a few crimes, but that's what you're here for, right? Keeping us all safe from the beasties?"

"I guess. Though from the stories I've heard, it might be more than just a shady deal or two. I did tell you I have a little training as a medium, right? I've seen some things ..."

She didn't let him finish. "Kawa, I've never seen a ghost and I don't intend to start now. Let's get a move on, stripes."

"Well. If you're sure."

He returned her flirty smirk, but he couldn't keep it up for long when she started shoving heavy electronics into his arms. A stack of tripods piled up like firewood across his taut biceps and forearms alike. As much as he was learning in the process, they'd hired him to be a strong body after all, so he couldn't complain. It was a good opportunity to show off what those muscles could do anyway. Once they were both sufficiently weighed down - he much more so than her - they set out into the darkness with only their flashlights to guide them. Lily hit a button on a remote controller and their headcams gave a little blink as they started recording. Presumably, so did all the others the rest of the crew was equipped with.

If there really was anything supernatural out there, they were going to find it. Then she'd see. He was already getting some sort of reading, but not on any of the electronic equipment. Voices whispered from the shadows. Remnants of forgotten torment spoke into his mind. They were faint, and his extra sense still needed sharpening, but they were unmistakable. Maybe he wasn't the most talented of mediums, but he was more attuned to such things than Lily was, for certain. She swished on ahead of him, swinging that pretty two-tone tail, never seeming remotely nervous or even particularly cautious. To him, it felt like there was danger in every corner, history on every worn-down brick or stone, but he kept his mouth shut for the moment. She probably wouldn't have believed him anyway.

"Alright, here's a good spot, you see? Good view, covers the corners."

She pointed at a spot in the middle of the empty shops. Then she snatched up one of those folded stands from his arms. He watched her while she worked, especially when she bent down to get everything set up correctly. A flip of the screen around to make sure all was well gave her a good look behind her at the gawking zebra, and she snorted at him. It was probably more amusement than disapproval.

"Are you going to keep staring at my ass or do you want to learn something?"

"Feel like I'm learning plenty from here."

"Dirty zeeb." She straightened up and whirled around. "We've got a few more of these to go before we can slack off. Everyone's gonna be too busy with their seances or whatever to care what we're up to, but I at least need some good footage if I wanna get paid."

"Mmhmm. Probably just afraid you can't handle this," he teased, knowing full well she'd leap upon such bait.

"I'm not afraid of much, and I don't count your dick among the chosen few." She stuck out her tongue.

"Maybe you should be afraid. Not of me, that is. More just ... " He held out his arms. "I've had my glimpses of the other side before. That's why I signed up for this in the first place."

"And not for me? I'm hurt." She mock pouted, then just nodded to him. "Come on. I know where we can get a good overhead shot."

They clunked their hooves up the dormant escalator so they could position another camera. Their flashlights cast beams through the swirling dust as they worked. The whole place was drab and damp, hardly the sort of place that inspired sexy thoughts, but it was the isolation that got him worked up in the first place. And the sexy, ultra-curvy horse he was sharing his work time with of course. Their every step echoed through the emptiness, and there wasn't any sign of the other teams. It was like it was only the two of them in the entire mall - or that something out there already silently caught them.

He wasn't about to let his imagination run too wild, even as a strange, crawling sensation slowly tickled at the back of his mind. It wasn't exactly pleasant to walk around feeling like someone was groping through his thoughts, but he hardly gave it much attention. His own arousal was starting to grow a little out of control as he hauled the remainder of the equipment around for her. Being in her presence, watching the way her outfit hugged so nicely around her plush form - all ripped jeans and low-cut top that kept her jiggling bust half exposed to the cool air of the abandoned mall - was doing things to him. Being a zebra, getting hard was always a little catastrophic for the integrity of his pants. He could already feel the fabric straining before he was even halfway unsheathed.

She was probably going to notice, but that was fine with him. He'd already given plenty of looks towards the outlined bulge of her own semi-firm shaft. Seemed a little flirting and teasing was already having the desired effect. She was even the one who made the first move. He was all bent over, struggling with a particularly stubborn tripod that simply refused to balance itself, when he got a sudden whack from behind. The spank she laid on him was firm enough to echo through the dusty silence all around them several times over. He shot up like a rocket and whirled around with a huffed expression. Not that he really minded. But she was going to have to answer for that.

"What? Been flirtin' with me all night long and you've got all chubby just walking around with me. I've gotta get you back, you know."

He just snorted, but quickly settled back into a flirtatious smirk.

"You're looking pretty firm yourself."

"Yeah, I'm not hiding it. You're big, burly, and you've got a nice ass. Look, you better not be one of those guys who fusses about who's the top or we're not gonna get along." She put on a mocking voice, dropping it lower to sound dumber and more masculine. "Ooh, no, not there. That's my precious-est place."

He had to laugh at her display. If she was trying to sway his confidence, he went ahead and braced himself. A swish of his tail went along with his proud statement.

"Yeah, I'll let you fuck me if you want it that badly. One condition though."

"Och, we're doing conditions now, are we? Do I need my lawyer?"

He just leaned closer, snout to snout with her. "You seem like you like taking risks. How's this? You can pound me, and then I get to do anything I want to you."

She puffed her chest at him. It had the maybe-intended side effect of squishing her tits right up under his chin.

"Yeah? Think I can't handle you? Deal. Booty for booty. Or so I'm assuming."

"You'll find out."

"Ah shuddup and get on your knees already."

Before he obeyed her command, he tapped the side of his head. The camera attached to his forehead rattled a little.

"Should we take these off first?"

"Nah." Lily shrugged. "Maybe I'll save myself a highlight reel for later."

That worked for him. It wasn't the most appealing place to suck a cock, but Lily was more than appealing enough herself. He knelt down beside the empty shelf of an old book shop while she got her dick out for him. It took a little fiddling with her zipper, which he could sympathize with. It always was a struggle to get free when he got hard enough. That was exactly why he got his own black shaft out even as she let hers flop down atop his nose. It didn't take long for her to flare out and start swelling as she rubbed her shaft on his face. He held his position, crouched down low, while he felt the veins and central ring sliding against one of his striped cheeks. It was flattering to see just how hard he made her in such a short time.

Of course her cock came with a pair of plump, smooth balls to admire. And soon he had no choice. He nosed his way near her sack, only to feel her dig her fingers into his hair and shove him face-first into her nuts so she could grind and hump over his mouth and noise, utterly smothering him in hot, slightly sweaty horse sack. He gave her a few good licks just to show her how much he appreciated them. That just compelled her to start thrusting, pumping and plapping against his features until his balance started to waver. Which was exactly the opening she needed.

Spending his evening with his new coworker's nuts on his face wasn't exactly where he imagined it going, but he definitely couldn't say he wasn't learning anything. For one, he got a very good sense of how her balls tasted with her shoving them in his mouth like that. She rubbed herself all over his face until her dick started dripping. He felt it pouring down into his hair when it didn't just splatter on the floor. A thick, sloppy trail of pre was copious enough to look like a modest cumshot, and it just kept pumping out

"Unnh. Guess I was hornier than I thought. Something about the air in here, y'know?"

"You mean - mmf - all the dust? Or maybe ..." With her cock resting right in the middle of his face, he managed to glance around it and give her a suspicious, narrow-eyed expression. "... the curse."

She snickered and gave his face another hump as punishment. "Stop talking shite and suck my nuts, stripe-horse."

That he could do. With his lips wrapped snug around each of them, he slurped them both into his mouth at once even if it meant bulging his cheeks like a squirrel. The point wasn't to look dignified, the point was to prove he could. She snorted and even nickered with pleasure while he deeply slurped those supremely plump orbs. He had to admit, they were just as big as his. He throbbed away all the while, cock pointing at her back, nearly spurting on her while her rich taste got him even harder with every heavy slurp. The schlurps seemed extra loud with all the emptiness around them. So did the moans she eventually gave him.

"Ahh, that's good, that's good ... maybe you've got the chops to be a proper ghoster after all. Now get that ass up and over so I can put my dick in you, strong-boy."

It was as good a nickname as any. He certainly didn't feel any shame being the bigger, stronger of the pair licking and sucking on her balls. Nor did he hesitate to get in position when she finally climbed her hefty weight off his face. A gasp of air and he flipped himself around, paintbrush tail high. A tug of his belt got his pants down around his thighs, as well as helping to position him precisely how she wanted him. He got the idea. Soon the dampness of their spooky surroundings was all drowned out by the musky aura of their collective lust. They started to sweat a little harder as they thumped and throbbed for each other, and he carried a little more of her scent as she smeared the blunt, wet tip of her cock along one of his taut cheeks. A streak of juices did well to make his stripes shine.

"That's right. Hands and knees. Let's make a dog out of you."

At least she was generous. Her cock slipped and streaked across his cheek but she wasn't going to just mount him all unceremoniously. Instead, she licked two fingers and teased her way down under his tail with them. Eventually she found her way to his rim and gave a smooth, wet stroke along his black donut until it glistened nicely. A little grunt escaped him as she started pushing those digits inside, but he still didn't complain. A huff, a light flex around her fingers, and he relaxed soon enough. It wasn't the first time someone had been inside him.

"Oh, you're a tight stud," she teased. "My own black and white Halloween treat. Ever had someone as big as me in you?"

Kawazoe shrugged his shoulders. Probably not, but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that. She was going to get plenty of satisfaction already. A few plunges of her fingers back and forth was enough to make him relax and loosen up a little. His cock gave his belly a slap when it throbbed particularly hard. He felt his own juices smearing his abs and scrunched up shirt alike. As much as he tried to act all nonchalant about getting fucked by the lovely horse, the clenching lift of his balls with every needy pulse of his shaft gave away his secret.

When she pulled her fingers free and took him by both hips, he braced himself a little more. He wasn't intimidated. She was big, but he could take her. The expanse of her broadly flared tip covered his whole rim as she rubbed himself up against his hole, slowly pushing forth to sink sweetly inside him. At least she was gentle. He gave a little squirm at first as he got stretched to accommodate that fat horsecock, but it was all going to be worth it when he got his turn at her fat ass. At least that was what he told himself as if to distract from just how good it felt to have the well-hung mare sinking deeply inside his flexing rear.

"Ahh, damn ... now you're learning something, zeeb. Feel good?"

She gave him a pat on the butt as she sank down to halfway inside him, tingling his tender places with the thick, taut medial ring that bulged there. His first response was just a heated snort as he fought back to urge to bray like a donkey. Instead he just shuddered and gave her a hard clench on the flare that got a puff of a pleasured gasp out of her.

"Yeah ... don't have to be gentle, you know. I won't be."

He couldn't help himself, even if he knew it was probably a bad idea to taunt her when he was in such a vulnerable position. Yet part of him wanted to reap the consequences. He was supposed to be their trusted muscle after all. What kind of bodyguard would he have been if he couldn't take it? There was no room for regrets, even as she sank balls-deep inside him. She felt her nestle up against the back of his sack while she bulged his belly with her girth, and from there it was just all rutting. She could be a mighty stallion when she wanted to be, and that bucking, horny beast driving in under his tail was exactly what he needed her to be for a little while.

Their surroundings faded away once she started really plapping him. A deep , thumping pound of her cock beneath his tail rattled through his whole form. He braced himself and flexed those biceps taut while she fucked him in the middle of that old, possibly haunted place. He didn't worry about any of the other investigators catching them. Nor anything else. Every part of him lived in the moment as he took that plowing plunge deep and moaned for the horny mare. Eventually he couldn't hold back the zebra noises either, braying out with the full power of his voice, no matter what ancient spirits he might have awoken with all the noise. They couldn't have been too ancient in a mall anyway.

She couldn't help a few spanks while she went at him. They made him clench up even tighter around her veiny meat, until she had to really shove just to thrust into him. She made it work. Her long, lunging strokes got shorter and shorter until she was rapidly thumping him between cheeks with a steady plap of balls against balls. Sweat cascaded down his taint, mingling with the juices milking out of her cock as she fucked him hard. His arms buckled beneath him, leaving him with his head down, ass up, getting dominated by the heavy horse until he simply couldn't endure the pleasure any longer. His balls pumped up tight as he got ready to make a huge mess of that forgotten place.

"Ahh, yeah, I'm not pulling out you know ... take it all ..." she grunted through flat clenched teeth, almost growling.

Another hard whack on the ass was just another thing he was going to have to get her back for when it was his turn. If he had any stamina left at all. One more good flex down on her flare and he blew for her, gushing his spunk straight down onto the floor, only for it to splash up over his chest and face alike. His only regret was not getting totally naked before they started, once his own jizz started soaking into his clothes. She shot her load deep inside him while he flooded their surroundings in the hosing pressure of his cumshot. A river flowed down the back of his nuts when he started overflowing, while the rest sloshed deep into his belly until it sagged beneath him just a little. Every spurting splurching of hot horse seed left him even fuller, but that didn't stop him from grinding his ass back against her hips just to make sure he got absolutely everything milked out of those fat horse nuts.

They panted together like that for a full minute or two. Steam rose from their sweaty bodies. Their cocks hardly seemed to ever soften. Both of them knew there was still more they had to do. Bottoming out that hard hadn't fully drained Lily, nor was Kawazoe remotely done with that lusty mare. He waited for her to start slowly pulling out from him before he moved again. Slowly rising along with her, he nudged against her bust to urge her along while his cock gave some urgent flexes at the thought of getting under her red-streaked tail. First though, was getting the rest of his clothes off, even if it felt odd to stand there fully nude in the middle of that spooky, empty place. Part two was going to get messy.

"You've had your fun. And it felt good, too. But a deal's a deal, right?" he told her as he reached for those hips, just to take his first squeeze of those fine curves.

"Damn right it is. You think I'm letting that dick of yours get away from me?" She grinned proudly and gave a swish of her tail. "Best do it hard though. I'm fussy."

"Think you're underestimating me a little." He gave her a deep squeeze to one asscheek in retaliation for all the spanking.

"Then show me."

She was ever defiant, always challenging him. At least she went right along with things when he slipped behind her and bent her over an old table. It wobbled beneath her a little when she planted her hands down. He hoped it wouldn't collapse before she did. Once he got his hands on her he just couldn't take them off. Groping, squeezing that sleek, sweaty form of hers, pressing deep into her curves and pudge alike, he simply humped her from behind a while. There was no shame in getting a little possessive, a little dominant, especially when he'd just let her fuck him and cum inside him. That was the deal.

"Remember what you said. Anything I want," he reminded her.

"Yeah yeah. Fuck me or don't. Better not get weird about it. I'm not gonna wear a mask or whatever."

"Nothing like that. Don't worry."

He took a double handful of her breasts to shush her. It didn't quite make her quiet, but she moaned and groaned wordlessly at least. A little more humping and grinding from behind got her back nicely streaked with both pre and the remnants of his last cumshot. Despite the mess he'd flooded the room with, he was still solid, his cock still beat to his inner drum as he smeared her up and pushed her forward with his chest to get her properly bent over. She was plenty compliant, even lifting her tail high to let her at that shiny donut. The bumping thrusts of her hips back against him were insistent and impatient. She was still just as horny as him.

First, he had a favour to return. Not because he owed her, but because he wanted to. Dipping his head down beneath her tail, he laid a smooch on that tight ring and then got to deeply licking. He squished her thick rim down with the force of his tongue swiping across it, and when she squirmed too much he took her by the hips and held on tight to keep her in position. She was getting that fine ass eaten whether she could handle it or not. It didn't take him long to really dig in and eat her out, penetrating her with his drooling tongue while he got his nose shoved firmly into the base of her tail. Her taste was sweaty, musky, and equine in the best of ways. Clutching her tight, he tonguefucked her for as long as she could stand it, until she was so worked up she had to stomp a hoof to urge him to mount her already.

Having that plump ass all to himself for a while was worth all the time he'd spent lugging around her gear. He slipped his hands up and down her body to frame her curves until he had her by the hip again. Her cock was pinned under her soft belly and breasts alike, but he ignored it. She was all his for a while. He was going to enjoy her as much as he could. Pressing smoothly into that taut ring, he found her spreading out easily for his impressive girth. A wet noise came as she tightened up around his black zebra flare and squeezed the juices out of him, compelling him to plunge deeper, faster, harder, all at once. By the way she was bucking and snorting at him, she didn't mind a little roughness. She demanded it.

"Give it hard now - you're the muscle after all, right?" she encouraged him.

That soft, shapely ass could take it. Kawazoe felt she might have been playing with fire to tease him like that, but he wasn't going to deny her what she wanted. Rearing up, he gave a bray of delight and just slammed forth, sinking in until he could tap her balls right back with his own in a reverse of the plapping that had gone on minutes ago. He rolled himself into a brazen, pumping fuck, jiggling that thick rump and the rest of her soft body in the process. Her belly went up and down, her cock slid up between her bouncing breasts to force her to titfuck herself. She was already a mess, already drenched in her own spurting juices, and he was just going to get her wetter as he pumped that hole and slapped the sweat off her ass with his nuts.

It didn't take him long to feel that rising urge swelling through his cock. Rather than go for the finish, he instead straightened up and yanked her back with him to stand tall while he clutched her cock in both hands. Some rapid pumping got her to gasp out loud, even briefly whimper in a way she quickly suppressed. Not too quickly, he definitely heard it. That meant his driving cock and tight grip were having the effect he wanted, getting her wet, making her flare out, making those veins bulge. He clutched her cock tightly while he milked it dry of cum all over again. The bulge of her sudden, forced load pushed back on his squeezing fingers until she shot her spunk straight across the old store, painting and puddling the empty shelves and reading chairs alike in fresh, steaming horse jizz.

The clenching massage of her asshole around his every inch was perfect for blowing his load, but he felt greedier than that. He held himself inside her for as long as it took for her to stop cumming. Then there came the sudden pullout that made her neigh loudly. She whirled as if to ask him what the hell he was doing, and he just took the opportunity to plant his hands on her shoulders. He was forceful. She didn't resist anyway, sinking to her knees before him while he stuck his cock between her wet tits and fucked her cleavage with his dick shoved right in her face. Rather than suck on it, she just let the blunt tip shove against her lips again and again, smooching while she waited for the marking to come.

The sensation of her breasts wrapped snug around his pitch black shaft was too much for him to endure. He pressed his balls up beneath the swell of her bust and blasted off with a rich, heavy cumshot right in her face. Her initial gasp was swiftly silenced by the splash and splurch of him jizzing all over her features. He got it in her mouth, in her nose, in her hair, and the rest just drenched down over her body, soaking into her skin, marking her with zebra jizz. He utterly drowned her in his cum, painting her pure white as his cock wildly spasmed and twitched against her face. She was left to drool it out as her tongue flopped from her mouth, feebly wiping at her eyes as if that was enough to get that clinging mess from her pretty face. She hardly looked so smug anymore.

"Goddamn, you could have warned me you were gonna - " she started muttering once she cleared her throat of excess cum.

He didn't let her finish. The moment had come. Something he'd been wanting to do to her ever since they first met had been tickling the back of his mind when they wandered off alone. It was the perfect opportunity, well away from everyone who might have heard them or interrupted. She was probably dazed after two orgasms, and she wasn't expecting it either. Maybe the place inspired him to act on those deepest, darkest urges, maybe it was all him. He didn't care about the distinction when his nuts clenched with desire, emptied out and in need of a good refill.

"Hey what - hmmmf!" was the extent of her audible protests.

Clutching her by the hair, he yanked her forward and shoved his muzzle directly against his oozing cumslit. His experience with such unnatural things was immediately apparent when he stretched to accommodate her face, slurping her up in his cock and squeezing down with a definite possessiveness. He wasn't letting her go. Bucking, thrusting his gluttonous spire forward, he started slurping her down that flexible spire until he was working on her shoulders, her whole head a bulge beneath the veiny black skin while she squirmed and tugged away from his hungry grip. She wasn't strong enough, even stomping her hooves on the floor to try to brace herself to fight his lustful appetite. Every flex of his cock swallowed a little more of her, even when it meant stretching his cock to the fullest extent of its elasticity, hugging tight around her broad, shapely form.

She definitely wasn't the easiest target for such a thing. Everything about her was solid and hefty, but that just made him want her more. He squished his way down over her plump tits and then worked his way along her juicy belly, jerking his dick with greed, snorting and sometimes braying to himself. There was no one there to hear him, except perhaps for a distant echo carried over to the other innocent investigators. They had their own problems. None of them ever would have expected the nonchalant zebra they hired was such a predator, least of all Lily. She surely was cursing him out plenty as she dunked straight down into his nuts to get the first clench on his face. Such was his hunger, the churning squeezes were already starting to soften her in the slightest, creaming and cummifying her shiny features little by little as she bathed in his pure musk.

Her cock wasn't even fully soft by the time he got to it. He let it slip right down his own and stuff him full while he worked on claiming her perfectly plump ass with his dick. That took some squeezing. He clenched and clenched on those juicy cheeks several times until she finally popped inside and left him working on her inverted thighs. His sack sagged down with the weight of his prey, thudding to the floor, leaving him to take a wider stance as he kept the process going with a gliding stroke of his soaked shaft. He bit his lip, tossed his head, flicked his tail, and finally slumped back into an old beanbag chair when the pleasure and weight alike was too much for him to endure. From there it was just a matter of idly pushing on the bottoms of her hooves to make her his for good.

"Unnngh ... I knew you'd make a good cock meal, Lily," he whispered, as if someone out there might have heard him. Then he raised his voice. "I'm going to get off so hard once I finish melting you down ..."

She didn't have a reply for him other than a faint burbling blorp. Her upper half was already turning to zebra spunk while more and more of her accumulated in his nuts. He sighed and closed his eyes just to soak it all in. One more lengthy swallow let his cock finally return to normal size once more once she bulged all the way down into his balls. He stroked them and kneaded in on her curves to get one last feel for her impressive shape before she was gone. She wasn't his first meal. Not even close. Where a less experienced predator might have struggled to melt down all that horse, he was at ease, leaning back, gliding his hands up and down the base of his shaft while his sack loudly worked on her. Soon that solid mass of equine weight was sloshing about, partly liquid after a few minutes spent soaking and marinating in the fresh jizz she was helping produce.

Every moment of it left the zebra snorting with absolute ecstasy. It was far more than the build to a regular orgasm. His entire body surged with the forbidden high of assimilating someone into his own lust. Part of him knew he could have stopped it then if he really wanted to. She was still relatively whole. Every moment he churned on her was one in which he made the self-indulgent decision to keep going. He absorbed her essence, he claimed her being, he made her part of himself for the simple purpose of some powerful, yet fleeting pleasure. Knowing what a bad zebra he was being as he glorped her down to cream a little more with every tight flex was exactly the kind of guilty fuel that kept him grunting, keeping him stomping the occasional hoof, kept his tail swishing as he shuddered and twitched with the overwhelming delight of that one-time experience. One time for her, at least.

A faint outline of some hands pressing out on the swollen nuts of the ravenous zebra said she was still in some sort of shape. Her face squished to the walls as she got churned away, visibly smoothing over as she lost definition and sank down into the thick, sludgey cream soaking into her everything. He got to watch the precise details of her juicy demise while he hugged up taut around her form with every clench. A little more of her gave way each time, sinking inwards as she was loudly liquefied by those kneading walls. He huffed, he snorted, he gave a triumphant bray, and all the while the pressure got tighter and tighter around Lily's diminishing curves until one firm finishing hug around her squelched her into nothing more than cum.

His nuts sloshed and sagged, rounding out with the bloating load of former horse. He wasn't going anywhere hefting around a sack that fat, and so he just set to shamelessly relieving the pressure with both hands. Humping, thrusting, fucking his own grip, he closed his eyes and worked himself towards a third peak that promised to be bigger than the first. The heat rose through his whole body, leaving him sweating as he squirms with pleasure atop his seat. The schlick of his hands rubbing along wet black skin mixed well with the glurrrrn of his sack working overtime to process the former mare into something he could shoot out all over the walls. It wasn't exactly going to be subtle, but surely that old building didn't mind the creamy tribute.

There was no time for a condom, or to find some sort of drain. He arched his back and grunted his way into an eruption of an orgasm that shot straight up in the air from his gaping cumslit before splashing back down like torrential rain. It splattered his surroundings, soaked into every last piece of furniture left in that abandoned place. He gave the walls a musky new coat of paint and turned the floor into a carpet of zebra cum. An extended moan fell to a sigh as the spurting ropes settled down to a trickle. He still had a few good shots to squeeze out, and then it was time for his cock to flop over along with the rest of the zebra.

Panting as he basked there in the musk-rich flood of his own making, he let the lingering orgasm run through his veins. Of course it was worth it. Not only had he made a fat, memorable cumshot of the pretty mare, but he was pretty sure she'd taught him enough in their short time together that he could take over her newly vacant position on the team. No more hauling gear. As for her disappearance, well that was easily explained as a consequence of venturing into such a dangerous place. All he had to say was he didn't know what happened, and that was good enough. As long as he remembered to erase the incriminating footage once he got back to the truck. After saving a copy for his own personal enjoyment, of course.

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Chapter IV

For Parapanora

Featuring Viktor

(Bondage, dubcon, anal vore)

"So, when do we start the exorcism? Maybe a seance? What class and type are the hauntings here anyway? Maybe a level C?"

Vel's enthusiasm was as endearing as it was concerning. He was eager to display his knowledge, but in working with him it became increasingly apparent to Viktor that the young drake had picked up most of what he knew from various television shows. The raptor gave a shrug and a little chuckle as he gathered up some of the gear they were going to need.

"Oh, I hate to say it, but it's rarely that exciting. You'll find this job mainly consists of waiting and recording tiny pieces of evidence. Then there's the analysis."

Such a thing didn't seem to spoil Vel's excitement any. He came in close to see what the big dinosaur was up to, maybe a little too close. He didn't even mean to be so invasive, but being around such a handsome raptor had a way of drawing him in. Of course he had a crush on his new boss. He was pretty sure everyone else did too. Maybe that was why he was eager to the point of anxious to show off and make sure he did a good job, no matter how boring the reality of it all might have been. Still, he couldn't help but ask a curious question in a hushed voice, lest something out there might have heard.

"Do they never actually ... show themselves? Do they just leave traces?"

"Usually, it is quiet. But not always." Viktor gave a knowing nod. "You must always be prepared for anything."

Vel gave an excited little shiver. Viktor interpreted it as fear rather than pure, unfiltered glee.

"Do not worry. I will ensure everything goes safely and smoothly. Simply stick close to me and all shall be well."

He didn't have to tell Vel twice. The drake all but glued himself to the raptor's hip while they sorted through some equipment. He made sure to pay close attention to everything Viktor did, taking mental notes on every wire, every button he pressed. Vel was happy to notice just how much of the gear he could identify on sight thanks to his extensive studying. A little preparation went a long way, even if it meant he was expecting untold horrors to leap out of every single shadow. He felt safe as long as he stood in the warm, idly seductive presence of the sleek black and red dinosaur.

Once he'd done a thorough check of all the gear, Viktor handed Vel something he immediately recognized as an EMF reader. The drake's eyes went wide.

"Are we really going to do it? We're going out there to check for readings?" he almost squealed.

"Yes, but that is all for your first time. No summoning rituals tonight. We need to know what we're dealing with first. If anything, of course."

"Mmhmm, mmhmm!" Vel nodded rapidly. "I understand!"

They got their flashlights, as well as some silver pendants which Viktor made sure Vel had securely around his neck. That was just a precaution of course, but it still got the drake all worked up. He was really doing it, he was ghost hunting, just like all his televised heroes. They set out together with their flashlight beams cutting through the dusty darkness and tapped their way past the empty halls and stores. Most of the signs had worn away and the shelves had been largely stripped bare. Some places had been trashed and tagged with various spray painted designs, others were simply empty. It wasn't until they came across the dusty shelves of what looked like an old game store that Viktor called a halt.

"In here. This may seem silly, but just in case."

"Board games? Are those haunted or did you just want to stop for a round of something?" Vel quietly joked. He didn't mean for his voice to come out so quietly, but being out there in the dark, jumping at every oddly cast shadow or every creak of the building settling around them had a way of hushing him.

"Generally not. But there may be something of interest."

The raptor held up the electronic reader. It held steady at a single, unblinking light just to indicate it was on. There was nothing there, yet. Vel watched carefully as the raptor scanned his way up and down the mostly empty shelves and mimicked him in the process. Splitting up might have made the task quicker, but he wasn't about to drift too far from the muscular dino's flank. Maybe he was a little afraid. His heart was certainly pounding, but that could have been for any number of reasons. He scanned through the old board games to distract himself, and couldn't help but notice some particularly rare and out of date boxes. His nerdy side couldn't help getting a little worked up.

"Oh, oh! Sorry, I know we're on the job, it's just ... a collector might take a lot of interest in some of the games here. You know. If we know any."

"I will admit that was part of the reason I wanted to come here." Viktor flashed a subtle grin. "I am not without my vices. See, they've got a 1991 Clash of Creatures here - you can't find that online anymore unless you're willing to go into four digits. Even then, would it be as pristine as this one? Once you wipe off the dust, that is."

Vel just gave the raptor a disbelieving look. "You are into that kind of stuff?"

Viktor convincingly faked a hurt look for a moment. Then he chuckled. "What's the matter? Is that not allowed?"

"Well, no, I just didn't expect ... you know, because you're so ..."

Big? Handsome? Hot? Vel really didn't know, but what he did know was that the revelation really wasn't lessening the crush he had on the studly raptor. That sexy little smirk on Viktor's face didn't help either. Vel couldn't even look. He got all flustered and quickly glanced off to the side to distract himself. When he saw something familiar, he went ahead and reached out to grab it.

"Ooh, hey, is this one of those spooky boards you see in the movies?"

He reached over to touch the dusty old box. Seemingly at the exact moment he laid a finger on the worn cardboard, the device in his hand started beeping loudly. A moment later, so did Viktor's. The raptor moved so quickly Vel barely even saw him. He seized the drake by the wrist with one hand to yank him back before it was too late.

"Do not touch - !"

Before he could finish, there came a crash as the game fell off the shelf and spilled onto the floor, upside down. The readers got even louder. They emitted a constant, piercing tone as every single indicator on them lit up. Vel could only watch in horror as the game board righted itself with a sudden flip. It slapped itself down to display the surface of letters and numbers, then started to glow a haunting red tone. It reminded him of Viktor's eyes. He wanted to touch it, to reach down and place both palms on its forbidden surface, and he couldn't have explained why. There was a call, and he had to answer.

The strength of such an offer was enough that Viktor had to struggle with him just to keep him from falling to sinister temptation. Vel had to resist him. He had to know what would happen if he succumbed. Violently thrashing around, he cried out in dismay when he got pulled away from the glowing board. Viktor threw him to the side, only to find himself yanked down by some unseen force until he was kneeling with his hands flatly upon the illuminated lettering. He shuddered, he grunted, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them, they were ever so slightly brighter, casting their crimson tones upon the shelves as Vel looked on in horror.

The spell that had come over the drake was gone as soon as it began. Vel wasn't even sure if it had really happened anymore. He squinted at the raptor and got a silent, stoic look in response.

"Viktor ... are you okay? "

There lingered a gloomy, ominous silence for much longer than Vel liked. The raptor was simply staring at him. He still had his palms firmly pressed to that game, but he didn't move a muscle. Vel wasn't sure which was worse - that Viktor might have been upset with him for screwing up, or that something bad was happening. The moment dragged on and on until the raptor finally cracked a broad smile. It didn't quite look right on his face. Something was just a little crooked.

"Got you."

"Got ... me?" Vel narrowed his eyes and then gave a tentative chuckle. "Oh. Yeah, I get it."

Hadn't it been Viktor himself who'd mentioned the importance of taking everything seriously in the field? He never seemed like the kind of person to play a prank like that. Something wasn't right at all, but Vel really had no choice but to shrug it off and continue his training if he wanted to get the job. Viktor raised his hands from the board and acted like nothing was strange about the whole thing. He towered over Vel when he stood up. Of course, he always did, but the drake swore the raptor was carrying himself differently, emphasizing his bulky size advantage in a more intimidating way than usual. It might have been his imagination running wild after a good startle. Maybe watching all those exaggerated shows before going out in the field hadn't been the best idea. His imagination was out of control, and Viktor knew how to tease him about it without even saying a word.

"Come on. There's somewhere else I want to show you."

"Right. So. Was that normal, or?" Vel nodded down to the device in his hand. It had gone quiet. "It seemed like we were getting a hell of a reading for a while there."

"Mm. Yes, don't worry about it. Probably just interference."

Vel wanted to ask what could have been causing such interference, but the raptor's muttering reply seemed to tell him he wasn't in the mood for giving a better answer. Maybe he really was upset about the whole thing. Vel had touched something he shouldn't have and endangered them both, or so it seemed. The drake took a deep breath and followed Viktor as the raptor went confidently striding out of the store. He couldn't hear the other teams anymore. All the distant chatter and shuffling around had vanished, as if there was a great blanket laid over everything. He wasn't truly sure anymore which way they'd come to get there in the first place. The only way he was going to get out of there safely was if he remained close to the raptor guiding him through the darkness. Deeper and deeper they went, strolling past a seemingly endless series of empty, nameless shops. How big was that old mall anyway?

The great hollow expanse that had once been a two-floor department store seemed especially untouched. Vel blinked up at the sign and found himself faintly recalling that the place had closed before the rest of the mall. The echoing space had been almost completely cleaned out but for a few scattered pieces of merchandise. They sat abandoned in the middle of the empty store, carrying a certain menacing aura. A full-length mirror, a rocking chair, a tattered tent - why had those things been left behind and nothing else? Viktor wasn't interested in any of those. He wasn't even holding his device up anymore. Instead, he headed straight for an old, naked bed sitting there in the middle of what had once been a whole bedroom section. It was the only thing left - a mattress, a headboard, and four solid oak posts. Vel figured such a thing would have been valuable enough to take when the store moved out, but there it was. It was even surprisingly clean.

Even with the overwhelming feeling that something was very wrong, Vel had no other ideas but to follow Viktor's lead. Any other options involved wandering off into the dark by himself, without the protection of a bigger, stronger, and much more experienced investigator. He placed his trust entirely in the handsome raptor, for practical purposes as much as for crush-related reasons. Such was his confidence in his teacher that he didn't even jump to conclusions when the dinosaur roughly laid hands upon him. He just went right along with it as Viktor forcefully shoved him down to the bed, flashing his teeth in the process. Vel might have been a member of the dragon family but the sight of those fangs even partly bared for him was enough to intimidate him into silence. He asked no questions, even as the raptor started to tie him to the bed.

Where did he get those bindings? He never saw Viktor pick them up. Maybe he'd been carrying them the whole time. They were soft, yet unbreakable. At least by Vel's strength. He squirmed a little as the raptor silently strapped his wrists to one of the bedposts each. His heart pounded. No small part of him was turned on, of course. He'd always wanted to get a little closer with his quietly seductive mentor, but not exactly like that. Not in the echoing void of a long-abandoned department store, staring up at the missing tiles and dormant fans on the distant ceiling. A little nervousness and discomfort alike didn't prevent him from revealing his half-firmed cock when the dinosaur dragged the bottoms off his squirming legs.

"I see. You've been lusting for me ever since you first signed on for this assignment, haven't you?" the raptor coldly asked. It sounded much harsher than his usual manner of speaking. "Am I why you joined up in the first place, perhaps? Certainly it hasn't been for confidence in your talents."

"No, I just ... " Vel began, but remembered he didn't have to explain himself in such a situation. "What are you doing?"

"It is all clear to me now. You speak often of your supposed knowledge as if to beg for someone to take you by the hand and show you what you need. I will give you what your eyes have pleaded with me for with every glance."

Viktor gave him a long, lingering look in the eyes until Vel had to look away. He couldn't take it. There was always intensity in such a red stare, but there was something more behind it. A malice unlike anything Vel had ever seen Viktor display was enough to make his breath stop short, as if afraid one wrong move might have set off the fearsome dino. Then all his air came gasping out as he got a firm grope of his naked purple thighs from that dominant creature. That clutching grasp was one of greed, not of any sort of affection. He'd seen something he wished to take, and saw no reason not to take it.

Vel had always wondered if the raptor's cock was as exotic as the rest of him. He wasn't disappointed. Even in the low light, he got a good glimpse of the crimson shaft standing tall and slick as it extended from a lubricated slit. Such a spire of ridges caught the juices in their grooves, working up to a tapered tip. It all looked intensely stimulating. Such a perfect shaft for shoving comfortably deep into a tight partner. Viktor gave it a few wet strokes, firmly enough to let Vel watch his balls bounce, and then he overtook the drake with his bulk. The thickly arousing musk soon swimming through Vel's senses was enough to make him forget about his trepidation and instead focus on inhaling that fine essence from the dark scales of the muscular chest shoved against his face.

He didn't bother to say anything. A tug at those cords around his wrists revealed he wasn't getting away. He was stuck there, all splayed out, while the raptor mounted him. Viktor didn't have to use much force. The drake quickly broke for him, bent to his will by that aura of dominance alone. And that scent. Vel's deep breaths came short when he felt those claws dancing down his thighs, felt himself getting lifted and bent into a flexible position with his feet right up near his face. The raptor folded him into an overpowering mating press and sent a heavy growl from his chest, through the entirety of Vel's body. From student to tied up bitch, that twinky drake was helpless before Viktor's overwhelming will. Or the will of whoever, whatever had a hold of the raptor, at least.

His specific knowledge of possessions swiftly melted away while he got penetrated by a thick raptor cock that tickled him just right. Vel had never felt his every inner g-spot stimulated at once like that, but the sudden rush of feelings as the dino sank half his dick in the drake's tight butt was enough to leave that cute apprentice squirming and whimpering alike. The noises that escaped his open mouth weren't exactly dragon-like. He squeaked and even yipped like a kobold while Viktor treated him like one. Selfish, humping thrusts might have been for the dinosaur's own pleasure more than Vel's, but they hammered that luscious cock home in precisely the way Vel needed.

Their mutual desires came to fruition all at once, all thanks to a little nudge from the outside. Vel liked to think such urges had been lurking dormant inside the raptor all that time. He fucked his trainee in the middle of nothing at all, leaving every squeak of the old bedframe echoing out through the ruins of a place that had once held hundreds of people at once. Vel's moans were constant, but competing with the slap of a pair of glossy black nuts pounding away on his cushy butt. His slim form wasn't quite built for the roughness Viktor inflicted upon him, but he endured nonetheless. The thump of every thrust rattled his body, sagged him deeper into the bed, left him with a perpetually frozen mask of bliss upon his face while he throbbed to the point of spurting for the raptor. The mess he made of himself was only the start, if that slick cock kept pushing all the right buttons deep inside his tender rump.

For as forceful as Viktor was being, Vel was nothing but cooperative. He wiggled and pushed back into those strokes as if to take the whump of those heavy balls against his ass just a little harder. It was a heavy spank that grew louder and wetter every time Viktor sank inside him with a beastly huff, even the occasional snort. He fucked as if unleashed, an ancient animal claiming his mate. And he did it all with a wonderfully textured cock. The ridges were truly too much for Vel to even take. He wanted to grab onto something, wanted to clutch the sheets or throw his arms around the raptor just to brace himself for the rising wave of pleasure, but he was as bound as ever. Viktor made no move to untie him, no matter how willing his apprentice-turned-fucktoy was acting. He leaned down to lock eyes with Vel once more, never blinking as he grunted his was through that sloppy, noisy fuck.

Aside from the occasional brush of his shaft against Viktor's taut abs, Vel didn't get any attention to his actual dick. He didn't need it. Just the driving pace of that fat dick in his butt was enough to make him clench up tight and curl his toes as he fell deeper into that heavenly haze. The strangeness of their surroundings was hardly relevant anymore. All he knew was the warmth on his scales, the scent clouding his mind, and the pleasure of that driving, primal mating. Vel got stretched a little more with each thrust as that fat bulb of a knot inflated with the raptor's growing pleasure. The drake found himself able to accommodate about half its girth before he couldn't withstand the pleasure anymore.

For all the buildup, it still felt to Vel that climax came suddenly. It ambushed him, seized him by every single nerve, left him blazing and desperate to cry out Viktor's name. Instead there was only the shaky moans of a well-rutted bitch as the POP of that squelching knot sealed inside him, pressed tight to his most sensitive inner spot, jamming his button until he simply had no choice but to offer up his seed in gushing tribute to the stud who had so dominantly claimed him. His cum shot right past his face before it rained down on his body. He got plenty of it on Viktor in the process too. The dino's pounding turned savage, even manic once he got his knot inside, ensuring he helped to squeeze even more hot drake spunk while Vel shuddered with the seemingly unending ecstasy being forced through his veins.

When all seemed numb, the heat roused him from his stupor. Even when he could barely feel his limbs anymore, the load of hot raptor jizz rushing into his body reminded him where he was. Viktor gave a grunted bellow as he finished. He boomed with pleasure while he filled the drake with his spunk. His knot wasn't quite as functional as a canine's. It didn't make for a perfect seal, ensuring there was plenty coursing down Vel's thighs and over the base of his tail. They made a mess of that forgotten bed together, still thrusting, humping, grinding through it all. Viktor fucked the cum out of their nuts with his continuing thumps, spanking his balls down in the pool of seed he created as he creamed the drake's rump full.

If he could have reached down, Vel would have stroked his belly just to admire the way it swelled. He held as much as he could, but the rest squirted from him as the raptor finally slowed his pace. Viktor never fully stopped. He gently bobbed his hips as he finished the last of his cumshot inside Vel. Only when he'd fully emptied those hefty tanks did he pull back and roughly pop that swollen base out of the drake's rear. The splurch masked Vel's startled cry. An excess of raptor cum poured out of him while he twitched there in gaping awe of the possibly possessed dinosaur. That dark look in his eye hadn't faded. That the raptor seemed to glow with menacing energy was the only thing that kept Vel from simply passing out in delighted, drenched satisfaction.

"A good bitch. Perhaps I will keep you on as my personal sleeve, whenever I feel the urge?"

Viktor growled it like a threat, but Vel simply nodded along to every word. That made the raptor lean closer to the drake's dazed face, speaking firmly enough to let Vel feel every syllable.

"Or are you more suited to being my pet musk-huffer? I see the way you suck it down with your every slutty breath."

He rose once more, leaving Vel still tied down, blanketed by the steaming mark of their mutual release. A mischievous tap of his lip with a claw indicated the raptor was thinking. Then he returned to the bed, planting his knees down on either side of Vel's shoulders. A good look up beneath that heavy tail let Vel briefly glimpse the perspiration clinging to the back of the dino's balls, to his taint, and to that tight rim nestled in between two muscularly juicy cheeks. Then he was a throne for the raptor as Viktor settled his rump down firmly over the drake's agape maw. Vel found himself swiftly buried in that impossibly enticing natural musk along with the taste of salty sweat on his tongue. The first slurp was incidental, a natural result of getting so firmly, deeply shoved beneath the raptor's tail. The next few licks were entirely of his own doing.

"That's it. A little deeper. Huff me. I know you love the taste of sweaty raptor."

Dinosaurs weren't like other reptiles. Neither were drakes. There was no heating in that empty building, and the huge, open room had been cool and drafty when they arrived. Yet as Viktor sat there, smothering and grinding on the drake's muzzle, he ensured they were both sweltering as he radiated heat like a furnace. Vel absorbed it and pumped out plenty himself, perspiring as he ate that stud ass and huffed his lungs full of musk just as he was told. Viktor was even kind enough to unbind his wrists briefly. That was only to tie them together though, leaving Vel unable to grasp and tug that shapely butt closer. For a big strong guy, the raptor had a nicely padded rear that squished snugly around Vel's cheeks the firmer he pressed down. It wasn't long before the drake pushed past the resistance of that rim and penetrated into the humid confines of that tight rear.

A snort of pleasure was going to have to be praise enough. Viktor wasn't nearly satisfied yet. He idly rubbed his sex-slick cock while he settled down firmer on the drake's face, ensuring Vel could breathe nothing but pure raptor. Even at his muskiest, with sweat glistening upon his dark scales and stripes, Viktor remained intensely intoxicating. Maybe more so than ever. That would have explained how eagerly Vel shoved his whole face inside that clenching backside. A sudden grip upon his muzzle tugged him a little deeper than he intended to go, but he didn't let go. Not when he had such an important job to do, eating out the dominant dinosaur atop his face. He'd go as deep as Viktor wanted him to, or at least that was what he told himself in the pit of his musk-drunk mind.

He paid no consideration to the gradual schlk of that rim stretching around his entire head. If nothing else he was simply impressed. That fine stud could really take it beneath the tail for someone who seemed like such a top. Vel had nothing but foolish admiration for the raptor even while he got squished deeper and deeper into that tight ass by the powerful inner muscles. They clenched him with a certain hunger, slowly dragging him deeper and deeper, bathing him in intense heat, in the richest raptor musk of all until it drenched his every sense and dumbed him down even further than he already was. He was an increasingly broken butt-toy for the raptor,, servicing his new master with every little wriggle he made on the way inside the clenching confines that gripped him possessively tight.

Deeper into the darkness Vel went, swimming in the humidity, his body getting hugged every step of the way. The slick sound of the inner flesh squelching around his face oddly echoed in the firm seal of the raptor's backside. Viktor bobbed and bounced on him once he got down to the drake's waist. Vel's cock skimmed along the surface of the dino's rim while it flexed on him, contracting harder, faster the deeper he took his prey. It became increasingly apparent even in the mist of Vel's mind that he wasn't just a toy anymore. He was being devoured. Yet in a musk-drunk, achingly horny state like that, he wanted nothing more than to slip deeper into the prehistoric creature, to be as close to the sleek, strong stud he possibly could be. It was with a long, submissive sigh that he felt himself nearing orgasm as his solid cock entered Viktor along with his cushy, dripping rump and his thighs. There wasn't much left of him to tuck away, swallowed up beneath that meaty tail, sealed inside by the mighty flexes of the dark red rim.

From kneeling to lunging forth to plant a hand down on the soaked bed, the raptor couldn't help but show his pleasure. His scaled belly bulged with the shape of his prey while Vel filled him out. He shut his eyes tight and rapidly stroked his shaft while he finished his lewd feast. Slowly dipping his tail down allowed him to use the weight of it to shove at the drake's feed. The slight tickle to his soles ensured Vel was squirming right up to the moment he was done. His curling toes and his twitching tail vanished in near unison, fully sealing him within the body of the raptor. Viktor's self-pleasuring grew more frantic once he had an entire drake to squeeze on. Just as he'd rubbed all those tender places inside Vel, he got the deep stimulation to his pleasure button right back. The drake kept grinding even once he was fully tucked away within that hungering rump, lightly thrusting against the hot walls around him.

The friction was enough to bring them both to a potent, mutual orgasm. There ran a twitch through the entirety of Viktor's body. From the composed, dignified dinosaur he usually was he devolved into a roaring, drooling beast. He fucked his fist, he pumped his hips, he clenched down extra tight on his happily squirming prey, and then he fired off a blast off cum thick enough to loudly splatter and splash back over his glistening, sweating features. He launched himself back and sprawled out on his back so he could paint his swollen gut with spunk. It coursed over the curves of the confined drake, seemingly helping to stir up the clenching and juicy churning going on beneath his creamed scales.

Vel faintly felt the rising warmth even from the inside of the raptor. It went along with a more aggressive clench from every side. That kneading might have been ominous but it just felt like a more intense massage to the drake. He moaned his way through those contractions of orgasm until he got one squeezed out of him to go along with it. He came all over himself, totally hands free, just from the grip and rub of those walls slowly claiming him. Ropes of drake cum painted him and his sweltering surroundings alike as he slowly softened within the raptor's rump. It wasn't quite digestion. There was nothing acidic about it. Viktor simply skipped a few steps, his body working to soften and absorb the drake directly into his system. For Vel, it was entirely pleasant with every wet flex around his gradually diminishing form.

"Rrrrrngh. Much better. I have found a proper use for you after all. To think I had my doubts," the raptor softly teased. Vel heard it all rumble down to him thanks to the inner boom of the dino's voice, but hardly understood a word of it anymore.

With a sigh, Viktor settled into the bed, far beneath the damaged ceiling. The only sounds were the distant dripping of some leaking pipe and the heavy grumbles of his gut while he worked over Vel. Maybe he could have had a toy to keep, to enslave and fuck anytime he liked, but his body craved him too badly for that. That drake was food for that thick rump, feeding the raptor's natural appetite after satisfying his lust. Even facing complete assimilation, some part of Vel was still aroused through it all. He rolled his hips, he rubbed, he wriggled right through the numbing process of being transformed into a gooey, less solid semblance of his former self. Every tense inward flex made him a little less himself, a little less a drake, absorbing directly into the tunnel that crackled and slurped all around his body.

Content his body knew what to do, Viktor rested himself all sprawled out in the old store while his belly slowly shrank through the night. Vel joined the raptor's body little by little, minute by minute. Some of him padded out the stud's body with some added fat, especially around his butt and thighs. Other places just got bulkier and more muscular. The raptor slowly drifted to sleep while he turned into a muscle-gutted dinosaur with extra taut biceps and pecs alike. It took a few hours before the drake stopped twitching, and a few more before he was entirely gone, absorbed and worn as a trophy upon the extra hefty raptor's form. He wasn't going to have any regrets when he awoke. The spirits had him. He was one of the denizens of that old place now, another vanished soul to walk its cursed halls and shops alike, stalking his next meal. And as for Vel - he was gone, utterly absorbed, annihilated by his protector simply for being foolish enough to touch something he shouldn't have touched.

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Chapter V

For Onyx_Bluefire

Featuring Shirazi

(Femdom, petplay, musk, corruption, mpreg)

When he was alone at last, Onyx could conduct his own investigation. He wasn't sure what had caused the shark to leave in such a rush, but it suited him just fine. Something had been calling to him ever since he joined up with the team. Not with words, but with a persistent sensation that was impossible to ignore. It wanted him to find it, and that night was the closest he'd ever been. Of all the members of the team, including the more experienced ones, he felt certain it wanted him in particular. He had no choice but to seek it out.

There were creatures of great power in that mall. He'd grown sensitive to such presences in his time with the team. Maybe it was a bit of a dragon thing. His instincts danced and tingled as he abandoned his duties and wandered off into the dark, all on his own. Most of the storefronts were unremarkable at a glance. They'd been stripped or trashed, leaving nothing of value or interest either way. He saw overturned shelves and floors strewn with unwanted merchandise. Piles of old clothes gave off a faintly musty smell. Forgotten junk decorated the floors. All carried on in silence but for his echoing steps for several minutes. He made his way up to the next floor and pushed through the shadows with only his flashlight, hoping some mindless horror didn't find him first.

When he stepped in front of an old pizza place, he was brutally startled by a sudden eruption of shrill, unhinged laughter. It preceded a blast of loudly pumping retro tunes coming from the speakers within. It burst out from the stillness to stun him with how adamantly it grabbed his attention. A light show of lasers ensured he was awed by the unexpected flurry of activity from what he thought was a long-abandoned place. It was one of those cheesy entertainment slash restaurant kinds of places that had gone out of business before he ever got a chance to visit when he was younger, but there it was, all lit up and beckoning him inside. Only when he looked up to read the sign did he notice it'd been vandalized to declare its new owner.

SHIRAZILAND

Whoever had done that must have found some spare letters somewhere. Part of him felt like he was getting off track, too distracted by some mundane prank to meet his destiny. Another part of him felt like everything he'd ever wanted was right there inside the walls of the whimsical old place. He had to know. Stepping inside, he soon found himself leaving the dusty, abandoned mall behind and entering a whole new world that looked as if it hadn't been closed for a day. He might have thought it was still active if there was anybody there. The registers and prize booths were unoccupied, but fully lit and seemingly stocked. Someone could have had a lot of fun all by themselves with such free reign of the place.

He was just going to have to travel deeper inside to see what the hell was going on. The music stopped, leaving him squirming internally as he strolled by a series of unsettling mascot statues in silence. There was something just a little too real about the fluffy, unidentifiable creatures he passed. Every little creak or clunk of the old building settling was enough to make him jump, lest it be the sound of one of those black and purple figures coming to life. What species were they even supposed to be? Why were they all grinning so broadly? And why was that one over there covered in a sheet? He thought to uncover it just to see what was beneath, but a wave of sudden, incredible dread kept him from getting any closer. Whatever it was, he wasn't meant to see it. Instead, he stepped onto the solar system carpet of the nearby arcade to explore through the blipping, blooping machines.

He wasn't sure if it ever ended. It looked like every single video game he'd ever heard of was represented among the active machines, and there were plenty more he'd never heard of. They were lined up in no particular order. Ancient classics stood directly beside much more modern titles, and there were some pretty advanced graphics on display as well. Rather than flash an attract mode at him, some simply displayed a smiling, photorealistic figure nodding to him from behind the screen as he went past. That was a recurring theme, whether it was a deer watching him from the screen of Paradise Lost, or a somewhat familiar-looking lioness who seemingly represented Flatline, along with many others. Every single machine was unique, even as he paced through them, row by row, past dozens of individual games and their collective cacophony of sound effects and music. He would have stopped to play some of them if he wasn't so fixated on his goal.

After his little marathon through the arcade, he saw her. There was no grand reveal, no ceremony, she was simply there. The silver hyena shone brightly beneath the neon. She saw upon a throne of various plush toys as if she'd gathered up every single prize for herself. Her striped body was draped in reels of tickets in a display of supreme opulence. She'd won it all. She snickered and shuddered when she saw him, locking lengthy fangs together, fixing him with her crimson gaze. In her naked glory, she immediately outed herself as something not quite of the regular world simply by the aura she gave off. It wasn't a matter of horns, or other obviously demonic traits. She simply radiated menace, and he knew he was dealing with someone powerful. Even if not exactly in the way he expected.

"Congratulations, Onyx," came her voice, deep and commanding, yet sultry all at once. She flicked a forked tongue at him. "You win."

For all his eagerness to find her, he was left flustered and tonguetied when she so casually addressed him. She held out her arms, tickets streaming down her bare breasts like a string of beads.

"You were looking for me, weren't you? I've been looking for you. Looking at you. Watching. Always."

She broke into a series of vibrating snickers as she teased him. All the while, his eyes were upon her, every part of her. He strayed up and down, taking in the extent of her thick, naked form. Soon, he wasn't just exploring with his eyes. His sensitive nose let him take in every detail of her refined scent. He sampled it with his every entranced breath. Every swallow of demon musk left him a little more infatuated with her. Maybe she was casting a spell over him, controlling him with a sultry aura, an enticing essence, or maybe she was naturally that enrapturing. He awaited her beckon, and came forth as swiftly as if she'd already possessed him.

"Yessss," she hissed through her fangs. "A good boy. A loyal boy. Bury yourself in your new mistress."

She presumed a lot, and she was entirely correct. It was spoken with just a slight edge of threat to remind him she was not to be disobeyed, but he wanted nothing more than to immerse himself in her and to swim in her rich musk. As he approached, slowly swaying his hips, tenting his pants with his impressive cock, he wore a dazed, transfixed expression. Only a brief moment of clarity gave him pause - the back-of-mind memories he had of his team's lectures about demons and their deceptive, wicked nature. She wasn't his friend, she was evil, and following her commands went against everything in his nature as a paranormal investigator. Such doubts slowed him for all of two seconds. Another deep breath of her was all it took to bring him deeper into her succulently spicy embrace.

He fell into her arms, where she rested atop her silly throne. She took him, clutched him, pulled him close until he had his nose buried between her breasts. From there he took an extended sniff of her chest fluff and was immediately rewarded with a narcotic sensation running through his veins. He might have called her divine if that wouldn't have been so very inappropriate. A sinful silver beast flooding his senses with musk and pheromones, she basked in his attention while he worked his way from her chest to the treasure trove beneath one of her lifted arms. Huffing her sweat proved almost too potent for him to even stand while he rubbed his bulge against her striped thigh, moaning with his every extended inhale.

When he felt her claws running down his back, he didn't concern himself with his outfit, no matter how pretty it might have been. It was no match for her claws. She shredded through the fabric and then tugged at his top until it came free, with the rest of his clothing somehow attached. He couldn't consider the logistics of it when he was busy licking her humid underarm. Demons could bend the rules a little when they wished. From covered and bulging, to bare and rapidly firming against her silky fur, his cock slathered her pelt in his sweet, berry-like juices while they oozed from his slit. She knew just where to touch him, knew his every little secret desire. The dip of a prodding finger into his oozing slit made him whimper for her, speaking the first word he had since meeting her.

"Shirazi ..."

Her name was already on his tongue. He whined it out in a subservient voice, slumping against her while she fingered him. Every plunge of her probing digit got him wetter, harder, made him twitch and throb in all the right ways. That hybrid cock, blunt and equine yet ridged and knotted like a dragon's, firmed out to full against her body. He couldn't help some idle thrusts, grinding on her thick thigh while she toyed with him. Even sweeter than the feeling of being fingered by the demon was watching her withdraw from him and lick the juices from her hands. A seductive slurping of the purple smeared across her fingertips made him shudder with delight, just to know she enjoyed tasting him. Such favours were of course to be returned. She made sure he knew that.

A grip of his azure hair helped guide him down her body. He adoringly kissed her all along the way. First her breasts, then her soft belly, and all the way down to the tuft of thick fur just above her sleek black cock he went. He could hear her firming for him while he huffed her musky crotch, with a sound like wet, flexing leather. Intoxicated hardly began to describe the state he slipped into, descending deeper and deeper into rapture while he drank her pure hyena essence right from her naked fur. The schlicking of wet, hardening cock told him he was doing a good job while he basked there, bathing in her purest essence. He wanted even more. He wanted to feel his mind melt and his eyes roll back while he sucked down the purest scent of all. A little nudge, a little push of her gripping hand told him where he needed to be.

She never fully let go of his hair as she held him down between her parted thighs. Her claws dug lightly into his scalp while she shoved his face up against her shiny cock and left the rest to his imagination. His immediate instinct was to clutch that hefty spire and slowly tug it downards to draw back the thick skin covering the head. The motherlode of musk drew his snout close as if by magnetism, leaving him to sniff her mindfuck musk right from that wet tip. Her juices leaked constantly, spurting thick from the broad cockslit that gaped with every flex of lust running down her spire. She rubbed her dick on his face and encouraged him with a snickery snarl until he started licking, digging his tongue deep into the scrunched up skin to swipe every single trace of her clinging flavour he possibly could. A good dragon pet knew how to properly clean his mistress, and every eye-watering, thought-crushing taste she gave him in return was all the gift he needed.

The strangeness of the circumstances left his mind as he worshipped her. The sound of the noisy arcade faded away. Swimming in her steamy scent was enough to make his eyes water, so he just shut them tight to let his other senses take over. He was dulled by the overstimulation of her drenching musk, yet his lustful greed was never satisfied no matter how much he slurped and sniffed. The urge to put that fat cock in his mouth was one that grew so potent it became his primary purpose for existing in those fine moments. He opened wide and latched on with a tight grip of his soft, girly lips. His reward was the pleasured shriek and groan emanating from deep within the demon. The harshly distorted sounds would have been horrifying if he wasn't so caught up in his adoration for her. Her true nature was something he was wise to never truly forget.

"When the idea of you emerged from the pit, your flesh was destined to be mine. A thousand longing souls close their eyes while you service me. Suck and be my servant forevermore, my precious berry. You shall see. Just like they all do."

Though he didn't fully understand everything she was talking about, it didn't matter. He could feel the affection in her words - a strange, demonic sort at least. All he wanted to do was suck her cock until she fully understood what a good boy he was. He still dreamed of power, of being granted a gift for his service, but he fully intended to earn it. A glurk came from his mouth as he started swallowing her cock, guzzling down every drop of juices she offered him. That was her first gift. There were many more to follow. Bobbing and eagerly sucking, he clutched her hips to brace himself and wound his tongue around her dick to make sure he pleasured her from as many angles as he possibly could. The blend of his warm saliva and her gushing precum was enough to make him drool for her while he smothered himself in her crotch fur with every he made down on her heavily thumping cock.

"Ahh!" came her feminine moan, a surprisingly normal sound. Of course, it was immediately followed by a fang-clenched snarl that sounded like a wicked chorus all singing his praises at once. And making sure he stopped for nothing short of death.

Of course a demon like her couldn't help a little greed. She grabbed him by horns without warning and gave a harsh tug as if to pull them right off. That kept him mashed into the tufty fur at the base of her cock, smothered and swallowing her every inch. She held him there, fully impaled, sucking desperately, before she finally pulled him back. Of course, that was all to lunge her hips forward while she yanked him down her dick once more, fucking deep into his throat with a harsh smack against his lips. Her balls tapped against his chin and throat while she claimed him. As she worked her forceful way down his gullet, she slowly rose up from her throne so that she could put the full force of her hips and breed that pretty face like it was any other fuckable hole.

The swell and twitch of her nuts was his first warning sign. The juices leaking down his throat were thicker, tastier, even more intoxicating than ever, but they hardly compared with the grand finale. She flagged her tail and gave a sharp hyena whoop before bottoming out between his pretty lips and leaving him to loudly hmmmf his way through the pleasure of feeling her peak inside his mouth. The heated spunk flowed intensely down into his belly, then welled up in his throat until it poured down his chin. He felt it mark his scales in her scent, claiming him a little more with every river, every cascade from his lower lip. It kept coming, shooting into his slowly expanding middle, leaving him to slosh while he guzzled straight from the flexing, twitching tap wedged deep in his bulging gullet.

The feast of fresh hyena cum left him coughing and groaning when she finally pulled her dick out of his mouth with a forceful shove of his head. He fell to his hands and knees before her as if in prayer while he recovered. His head had been spinning, but it was only in that moment that he truly realized how badly he'd needed air. She squeezed her slobbery shaft and painted his back with a few more ropes of hot jizz while he hacked up what he couldn't fully swallow. The rest remained inside him, warming from within, marking him with her corrupting essence as it flowed through his mortal body. He clutched his gut and gave a little hiccup once he was done gasping for air. Her little chuckle sounded less unhinged than normal.

"You see and you understand. Girly dragons must suck hyena cocks."

Her voice was normal at first, but dropped a few octaves into an echoing boom as she suddenly lunged down to seize him by the wrist. A snarl-scream blared into his dazed mind, ensuring he didn't miss a word.

"How well shall you swell, delicious little vessel? Shall you prove as fertile as your hips imply? I want to send a mind inside you to burrow and wail until your scales stretch across a matron's form."

He felt like he understood the gist of what she said, if not the specifics. A sudden girlish giggle escaped her as she forced him to his feet, wobbling and sloshing all the while, still drooling her excess cum. Even in his stunned state, he really had no choice but to follow her lead as she dragged him off into the next room, delightedly exclaiming all the while.

"And I know just the place! I've always wanted to fuck in one of these."

They carried on down the colourful halls, past the dormant mascots that Onyx swore followed them as they went. Shirazi skipped along with girlish glee, giggling to herself all the while. For whatever reason, that just made her seem somehow more dangerous. Her excitable, even immature side did nothing to lessen his reverence for her. He was just delighted to share in her enthusiasm while she hauled him along until they reached a fully stocked play area. It had slides, ladders, tunnels, and plenty of other climbable components of questionable safety. He didn't get to consider it for long before she gave him a shove that knocked him right off his feet.

The dragon briefly yelped as he went tumbling off an edge and into a pit. The balls broke his flailing fall. He burrowed down into them and felt briefly buried alive before Shirazi rescued him from the plastic sarcophagus. She held his hand and pulled him up, only to throw her weight into his chest in a tremendous football tackle that took him down again. He instinctively struggled but found himself pinned beneath her bulk nonetheless, with her wet dick still hard and rubbing against his thigh when she pumped her hips against him.

"Isn't this fun?" came her snickerously growled question while she slathered him in a generous dose of fresh pre and clinging cum from her last climax.

"Mmhmmf ... " was the best he could manage for a reply.

Her next question was one spoken in a much deeper, more seductive tone, devoid of the giddiness she'd been displaying moments ago. "You know what you look like?"

By the way she watched him, glaring, unblinking, she seemed to be waiting for his reply. He was going to have to guess.

"Um. Like your toy?"

"Better."

This time she didn't wait. She lunged suddenly for his throat and caught it in her fangs. She never pierced his scales, but she did gnaw him a few times. Her voice vibrated under his chin.

"You look like my vessel. My mother to be. Sweet, breedable berry boy ready for his demon's seed."

"Ohh ... " he began.

Part of him wanted to tell her that probably wasn't going to work. But she was a demon, and if she wanted to defy the usual way of things, who was he to tell her no? Just hearing her speak of breeding him had a strange effect on him. He tensed up under the tail, he felt warmth in his belly beyond just the usual heat of the cum she'd given him. A little swish of his tail and nibble of his lip came with a wave of neediness that hit him hard while he considered what she told him. To be healed, to carry her corruption to term as her beloved broodslut - such an offer became his new purpose the moment he considered it. With a firm nod, he spoke to her in a calm, yet slightly wavering tone.

"I'd like that a lot, miss Shirazi. Mistress."

She didn't seem to notice or care about what he called her. She was far too busy cackling viciously. The sound bellowed out of her, harmonized, legion, shaking through the dragon's entire skeleton as he absorbed the product of her madness. She sucked his whole face in a sudden kiss, she bit his horn, she licked his cheek. With her drool clinging to his features, he whimpered for her and accepted her forceful advance. It wasn't long before he found himself face down in the pit, buried in balls and hyena alike. The fat set siding down his spine as she got I position to fuck him was the biggest of them all.

She wasted no time getting under his tail. The wet remnants of her orgasm served well to slather and slick her ebon spire. A smearing stroke along his taint left him shivering even as he lay immersed in her intense heat and scent alike. A little pressure, a little force, and she started to spread him out, ever so slowly. He was too tight to just ram into, as eager as her puffing, snorting lust might have made her. Only with a firm application of pulsing hyena cock against his tender hole did she finally start to sink inside the girly dragon. His gift to her was the tight grip of a fuckable rump that felt nearly virginal around her thick demon dick.

Another cackle escaped her like an exclamation once she finally sank all the way inside him. A toss of her head, a flick of her sloppy tongue, and she drooled upon his head while she bottomed out with a slap of her balls against his butt. He could only moan for her, all but singing a song of his own while he squeezed around her inches, massaging her every second she was inside of him. That was where she stayed for a time, hotly spurting an ample dose of juices that could have easily been mistaken for a cumshot already.

The sensation of that warmth flowing into his body did something to him. He'd already tasted and swallowed get cum alike, but that was different. Taking the first of her juices under the tail was enough to activate a dormant part of him. They drove him into writhing, clenching, instinctual need for her seed deep inside his rump. He knew it would take. He needed it to. There was nothing more important to him than getting knocked up by his new demon mistress. His body was hers to take and shape however she liked. He wanted to swell and grow motherly while she bred his tight butt full of spunk.

From there their bodies fell into a mutual rhythm of snarling, clawing sex. He threw himself back at her just to feel her slam into him all the harder. A driving, forceful plunge of her cock into his ass made him hiss, made him yell, made him droop his head down low while he whimpered for her through clenched teeth. The schlick of raunchy, messy sex rang out as their bodies steamed together in mutual muskiness. The sanctity of the ball pit had been forever fouled. His thighs soaked in the juices of their mating, marking him even more deeply as her own, bringing him closer and closer to the climax that would transform his feminine body into an incubator of half-dragon succubi.

For all her roughness, he was never anything less than perfectly tight for her glorious demonhood. She spanked him with hips and nuts alike while she pounded him slightly numb, but even that wasn't enough to keep him from fiercely squeezing down on her dick every time she bottomed out with her balls snug against the back of his. He needed what only she could give. Every sloppy thrust brought him tantalizingly close to the release his body wordlessly begged for. He knew he'd never be content, never be whole again without a load of fertile demon cream pumping beneath his tail. The drilled down to the bottom of the pit, buried in colourful plastic balls in contrast to the depravity of the moment, and finally the constant pressure on his tender little boi button was enough to grant him screaming release.

"Ah! Oh god oh god ... Shirazi, I ... you're ... "

Onyx wanted so badly to think of a proper turn of phrase to praise her with while his body ascended to another realm all thanks to her. Instead, he fell to babbling and yelping as pleasure possessed his every cell. An orgasm straight from hell powered through his mortal nerves, compelling him to spasm, to shake, to tremble before her glory while he came for her as hard as he possibly could. The squeezy, flexing tunnel working around his shaft was enough to milk her of the seed he longed for. His own erupted from him and just kept coming while she snorted, shuddered, and blew her blazing load deep beneath his cute tail until his belly sagged beneath him as an enticing preview of the months to come.

His body told him of the need being so sweetly fulfilled as it tingled and glowed to welcome her cum. He knew it was taking. It planted deep within him with a burst of rewarding pleasure, no matter his lack of womb. He was hers. Her slut, her pet, her plaything, but most of all his warmly glowing mother to be, already gravid with the potent seed that had claimed him. His shaky moans rumbled out from him as he collapsed beneath her with her cock still wedged inside his tight butt. It wasn't so much an afterglow so much as it was a state just above comatose as he slumped down beneath the weighted blanket of fluff and heat that was her striped form.

If he thought to rest then, he was foolish. Breaking him in hardly meant the demon was done. He lightly yelped when she got grabby with his heavy cock so shortly after release. She wouldn't let him soften. Not when she toyed with him so intimately, so expertly. He was her puppet, compelled by invisible, irresistible strings. A massage between two pressing palms grew even more intense when she wrapped her legs around him from behind so she could add the smooth, plush soles of her paws to the stroking. He huffed and gasped his way through the stimulation, closing his eyes tight. What started as a strain, as overstimulation he could barely take soon grew welcome once more as those glossy paws stroked him nearly to completion. He dripped until he shot the juices she milked from his hybrid shaft all over her fingers and toes alike, much to her giggling approval.

Rather than just massage him to a climax, she had a better idea. It involved pulling from him suddenly, leaving him with a shock of emptiness in her wake. She'd gaped him briefly, but his tight hole soon sealed taut once more, never to be ruined, even by a demon. A little spank on one blue asscheek got him to move. He turned over for her so that he could look her right in the face. The maniacal energy poured forth through her eyes, her constant grin, her tilted head regarding him from an angle. Her claws danced down his chest, winding through the crevices of his scales, scritching, scratching, even slightly tickling. He squirmed, he huffed through his teeth, he whimpered in anticipation of what was to come. Through it all, she never seemed to blink, staring right through him, examining the finer details of her soul while she sat her striped ass slowly down on his cock as if to take him for her new throne.

Just because she was a wicked demon mistress didn't mean she had to be on top all the time. She took whatever she wished, including that impressive dick of his. With palms laid on his shoulders as if upon a summoning circle, she worked that dark, sweaty ring of squeezing hyena rim over his blunt tip and then cackled her way down until he was wedged deeply inside of her. He felt her twitching and clenching down on him as she stuffed herself full of dragon cock. Her pleasure became his own as they huddled together, buried in balls, slathered in sweat, steadily steaming as they soaked together in each other's scents. What was left of Onyx's, at least. There was a faint hint of gentle juniper berry still lingering in the air amid the thick, silvery musk wafting from the sweaty demon-beast. It was his new drug.

She bottomed out with a thump of striped rump to his hips. That didn't mean she stopped pressing down. Forcefully grinding on his nuts, she made sure he gave her absolutely everything. His knot didn't even give her pause. She jammed it inside her and kept it for himself while she gave a drooly snarl right at his face. It was a little like a thread, a demand to stay hard for her no matter how deeply she drained him. He had no choice but to dig his hands into her thick fur and do his best to hold on while she gave him a thumping, slamming ride. Every stroke felt like it drove him even deeper into her sweltering body as his fat knot popped in and out between her cheeks with every bounce.

The slurping, sucking, squeezing stimulation of that hugging hole wrapped snug around his dick brought him pleasure so intense he couldn't help but gaze upon her with a look of worship, of awe, and of subservient love while she made him fuck her thick ass. He slipped his fingers down until he could clutch tightly into those soft, striped cheeks, squeezing into the padding there. For such a menacing creature she was ever so curvy, snickering succubus of a hyena driving down and rubbing his nuts against her tailbase. Every thump made them swell a little more, made his balls fatter, tighter. They clenched up with the rising pressure coursing through him thanks to that bouncing, jiggling demon butt on his dick. He could barely hang onto her. He couldn't help but let every single little dragon noise he could manage spill from his parted lips. As much as he wanted to scrunch his eyes shut and focus only on the pleasure, he simply couldn't look away from that beautifully terrifying visage glaring down at him with an expression of rising satisfaction. Or he hoped that was why her fangy grin was overtaking half her face, at least.

Sweat soared off in all directions, forever tainting the pit of plastic while they fucked their sopping way to ecstasy. He tried to thrust, tried to contribute to her demonic ride in any way, but she overpowered him. She used him like a toy, riding him for all the pleasure she could drain from him, milking him towards another orgasm that brewed within him, swelling to what felt like dangerous levels of pleasure. Would he burst? Would he perish? That remained to be seen as she pushed his whimpery body to the very precipice of what he or any mortal could possibly handle. His screams fell short and hoarse in his throat. Emotion overwhelmed him. All he could think about was her, her and no other. She was everything, his mistress, his purpose, and he tensed his body with the rising orgasm that would be his tribute, his offering to demonstrate precisely how he felt about her.

In case their rhythmic, forceful body language hadn't done enough talking for her, she went ahead and spelled out her expectations for him with a snarl projected directly into his open, drooling mouth.

"You're going to give me everything. Every drop. Every scream. Every last flicker of your precious soul. Cum inside the demon, Onyx. Offer yourself and submit." She paused, and then shuddered with an excited, violently twitchy laugh. Her next command was in a voice less demonic and boomy. "Cum inside my fat ass, you horny little bitch."

Her playful dominance was the sort to bring a small snarl out of him in kind. He did his best to be her fierce dragon, balls-deep in his mistress, showing her what a stud he had hidden in that girly form. It wasn't long before he fell to whimpering instead. He closed his eyes tight, but he could still see her in his mind, smiling all the way through their fierce mutual cumshot. For every gush inside him was rewarded with a splash of jizz across his chest, his face, his well-bred belly. She soaked him and painted him while he stuffed her to brimming, knotted beneath her silky tail, stuffed between her stripes. He fucked the demon full of dragon cum until it trickled out around the seal of his knot, then poured out from her thick black donut to further soak and taint their surroundings. Corruption spread through that once-whimsical place just as it flowed through the dragon's veins.

He shot her full until he felt her lips upon his own. They locked into a kiss and emptied their balls together until they were drenched and filled alike. Shirazi stuck her tongue straight down his throat while she squished her cum-swelled belly against his own. She vibrated. It might have been a purr, or her imperfect imitation of one at least. Rubbing, squeezing, smooching, sucking, she applied herself to his whole body while they soaked together in the scents of their demonic courtship.

To drink her drool and share his taste with her was enduring ecstasy. He squeezed her back while she remained still deeply jammed beneath her tail. His knot held solid. She wouldn't let him pull out, idly squeezing on him as if to keep him firm the entire time she pinned him. Through it all, in the midst of that sweltering, steaming scene deep down beneath the many colourful balls, he wondered if he'd done a good enough job of servicing her. He wondered what he meant to her, right up to the moment she spelled it out with a single word, dripping with lust, approval, and maybe even a slight threat for the future it implied.

"Pet."

It was all he needed to hear.

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Chapter VI

For ArthurJames

Featuring Senka

(Goo/slime, tentacles, femdom, sizeplay, unbirth)

The first thing they taught him, the absolute most important rule of paranormal investigation, was never to go off alone. Arthur didn't mean to. One moment he was simply waiting with the group, ready to see who was going to mentor him on that particular hunt, and the next he was standing all by himself in a darkened hallway, or maybe more like a tunnel. It didn't even look like the mall anymore. He was surrounded by stone and metal, as if he'd simply wandered off into an old mine during that brief lapse in his judgement. The song endured but only beneath his skin. He felt it more than he heard it.

None of it made any sense. He hadn't gone through a doorway, nor even taken a single step from his spot as far as he knew. It all followed a certain dreamlike logic, but he knew he wasn't sleeping. The cool, damp air on his face, the smell of wetness, the slight slosh of the soft ground beneath his feet - his senses were far too sharp for his circumstances to be anything but cold, hard reality. He might have been more afraid if it wasn't for that curious sensation of comfort that came with feeling the presence of another there. He couldn't quite explain how he knew, only that there was someone waiting for him deeper down in the darkness. A thing devoid of cruelty beckoned to him from inside his mind, and he happily answered the call.

It echoed down there. He heard his every footstep a dozen times over before they finally faded, stacking on top of each other, breaking the otherwise overwhelming silence. He had a flashlight with him but it did very little for him. The beam illuminated his next few stops, and then it simply stopped, stifled by darkness as impenetrable as it was ever-present. Yet even still, there was no fear. He left the group behind to the point he'd mostly forgotten why he was even there in the first place. All that mattered to him was finding that voice, that sultry, mournful singer whose tones were as haunting as they were sheerly enticing. She wasn't just crooning inside his head anymore. She was out there somewhere.

It got wetter. What started as faint dampness beneath his boots turned to more of a splurch. He looked down and found himself standing in some sort of puddle, up to his ankles in something thick and slippery. There really was no word for it but slime. It was translucent, glistening and twinkling with the reflection of a dozen little flames. Lit candles were placed on either side of the path ahead of him, lighting his way with a hint of romance. Come deeper into the thickening slime, that seemed to say. With the rising presence of that substance there came a stronger scent. Something more than just general wetness hit his senses, and left him feeling warmer, banishing the chilly air around him. The way forward was sleek and sloppy with that strangely copious slime. Really, the only thing that made sense was to strip down and move on completely in the nude. He didn't want to get his clothes all slimed up.

That he was already visibly aroused hardly felt out of place. He carried on through the messy tunnel and found himself soon soaked up to his ankles with a clinging coating of that mysterious, yet pleasant substance. The squish between his toes was enjoyable enough, but it was the warmth emanating from that strange, dark place, and the scent swimming through his mind that really got him aroused. There was something primal, something sexual to that sloshing fluid, as if some lovely creature had taken it upon herself to paint her hidden home with the juices of her lust. A slow unsheathing, step by step, kept him on the path towards the creature that awaited him. Somehow he knew she was more than just another person, and yet even so, he couldn't wait to meet her. Especially if she was as horny as the soaking walls around him seemed to imply.

Part of him just wanted to throw himself down and roll around in that seductive slime so it could coat every single inch of her fur. He wanted to taste it. Maybe he even wanted to fuck it. Before he could act on such urges, the decision was made for him. He slipped. His startled cry was an interjection in her wordless song as he tumbled over himself and went sliding down into the depths of the unknown cavern that had drawn him in. It was a waterslide, one that left him painted with slippery slime and liquid sex alike. By the time he splorched to the bottom of that sudden drop, it was a matter of sinking or swimming. He struggled against the current at first, thinking he might have been drowning. Clarity granted calm, and he sighed as he realized he could breathe just fine, even fully immersed in the creature's slime.

There was a door. It stood out amid his natural surroundings. While he'd been ostensibly exploring an untouched cave, the heavy steel door in the middle of a rock wall told him he wasn't the first one down there. That passageway looked sturdy, as if to contain whatever dwelt on the other side. A sign upon it was written in curvy penmanship. Once he dragged himself up from the depths, dripping and slipping along the hard stone floor, crawling on his knees, he took the time to read it.

_I want you. _

But I will give you the choice.

Step through, and be mine forever.

It was as binding a contract as any when the creator had all the power to enforce it she liked. He considered it for as long as it took him to find the handle. It took some effort to drag it open, especially when his hands were as lubricated as they were. Eventually he managed to pull it wide open to reveal the wettest room of all. It was difficult to keep his footing as he skated along to enter the lair of the wailing beast awaiting him. He knew she was there somewhere, but he didn't see her right away. There was light coming from above. An eerie, colourless glow bathed the slimy scene, reflecting back and forth on the coated walls. It wasn't until he heard her moans mingling with her uninterrupted song that he turned around to witness her at last.

She lurked above, naked but for her slime, motherly in every facet but for her fangs. Clinging to the wall like a great, six-eyed spider, she seemingly defied gravity while she worked her whole palm across the folds of her squelching pussy. It produced such a tremendous noise that he found himself flooded by the schlurk schlurk schlurk. The juicy noises invaded his entire being, ensuring he was entirely fixated on the wet monster before him. Her naked curves, so thick and womanly, her glowing maw, her many eyes, the writhing of her tentacles - it all left him absolutely stricken with adoration, ready to fall to his knees and worship the otherworldly beauty unlike any he'd ever seen. Such a discovery he'd made for his first day in the field, and he was all alone to enjoy her.

He stood enraptured by her, freely allowing her to probe his mind and plant a seed or two. Her name appeared as if he had always known it. Senka. A given title, chosen to relate to beings of regular mortal flesh like him. Through song and breathy, punching moans of rising pleasure, she somehow still spoke clearly all at the same time. None of her voices caused her mouth to move. It remained a slash of a glowing grin, extended up into her cheeks, putting every single one of her lengthy teeth on display as she spoke to him in a soft, sweetened voice.

"My little sweetie. Arthur, is it? Of all the ones I could have chosen, it was you I wanted most."

With a swish of her thick tail dangling down over the open door, she threw it closed and sealed him in with her. Moments later, the door itself vanished entirely. As far as he could tell, the room went on forever. He was locked in infinite darkness, deep in some place where such simple, mundane concepts like malls hardly existed, and he felt no need to feel fearful at all. Instead, he found himself trembling not with terror, but with the adoration and urge to worship the being before him, to use his body to speak of her beauty where words fell short. He couldn't use his voice much anyway.

She made him do more than kneel. A rising crescendo of sucking, slurping noises went well with the cries of nightmarish bliss as she reached her juicy climax. Others might have been frightened by such harsh, echoing shrieks emitting from her ever-smiling maw, but Arthur could think of nothing but how beautiful she looked in those climactic moments, for as long as she allowed him to perceive her. Soon he was on his back, too stunned by the impact to immediately realize what had happened. The sheer force of her gushing orgasm had flattened him to the ground. At least it was soft down there with the gooey cushion squishing beneath him, breaking his fall. She squirted so hard he was utterly plastered to the ground, and she just kept cumming, rubbing out a pressured jet of thick femcum to paint him up and down in her scented essence.

The first direct taste of her left him licking his lips and gulping heavily. He closed his eyes tight to moan his pleasure as that flavour took over his every thought for a time. Only when she spoke again did he look up at her once more. She loomed there, standing tall, towering above him. He was hardly as thick as one of her heavy thighs. When she started crouching down to meet him, she overtook his vision in slick, glowing curves.

"You see, this time it's different, sweetie. When I visit them out there, I am gentle. But you came to me, and so I will use you until I have taken everything I can."

Though the words themselves were vaguely threatening, he took them as anything but. To him, they were a promise. He thought nothing of his own safety or endurance alike. All he could do was present himself as he was - naked, horny, and absolutely dripping of her while he soaked in her unending slime. Somehow, he managed to keep getting wetter as she soaked him deeper and deeper. Beyond drenched, he'd become inundated with the slippery coating of her skin and her own heated juices alike, and spiralled further as she laid herself across his prone, helpless body. He was her pillow, and his reward was feeling her own soft, welcoming body against his own.

The texture of her skin was enough to drive him mad. Or maybe just to drive him to keep rubbing against her, to grind, to hump, to lovingly nuzzle as she brought her ample bust down upon his face. She squished him beneath her tits gradually, so as not to crush him. It took time to get him fully immersed between them, happily drowned in her cleavage while she laid upon him. He was completely eclipsed by the dark moon of her figure, dipped in darkness while he licked and sniffed her. Her taste was every bit as wonderful as her scent, even if he couldn't quite explain what it was he was tasting. There was a flavour there upon his tongue and it was as warm as it was wet. All that really mattered was the pleasure lighting up in his brain and spreading throughout his belly while he licked her bosom with the fully sloppy effort a drooly dog could possibly give her.

His excess saliva hardly added to the totality that was the slimy mess oozing from her every inch. He bathed in her and worshipped her with his tongue and lips alike. Sucking on her skin brought him the taste that had so enticed him, claimed him, and to hear her moaning in response just made it that much better. He was filled with joy and ecstasy alike to know he could make her feel good, but that wasn't the only reward she granted him. With enough shoving rubbing, she helped him find his way to her creamy teat. There was no need to command him further. He latched on in an instant and started sucking on the vast mama nightmare's breast until she gave him a sweet treat to suck down along with all the slime he'd already swallowed.

She grasped the back of his head to keep him in her sharp-clawed clutches while he drained as much monster milk from her tit as he could possibly gulp down. His eyes were closed, and he faintly murmured a muffled sound as he delighted in that indescribable taste. That cream was much like the rest of her, but a little sweeter. It was like the dessert to the main course of her body. He feasted upon her offering and let it slosh within him. The bloated feeling swiftly passed as it seemed to absorb into the rest of him, imbuing him with new, otherworldly energy. He was going to have to be a little more than mortal if he was going to last all through the unleashing of her urges.

"You are a very good boy," she told him as she dislodged him from her breast, gripping him by the skull. "I knew I was right to draw you here."

He didn't think about the implications of such a statement. As far as he was concerned, he came down there of his own free will. Nothing else could have been better. Reality was something back there, behind the door, above the ground. The Arthur he had been didn't matter anymore when he had a gorgeous monster sitting her enormous ass on his chest and belly allow, slowly sliding her slippery cheeks across his body until he found himself muffled and smothered snugly between her thighs, nose-deep in her pussy with a single lunge. This time she wasn't quite as gentle as before.

A squishing shove of her sopping cunt in his face left him enveloped down to his cheeks. His muzzle was her toy, caught up in the clenching grip of her heated sex. He bathed in her, breathed her as his only air, swallowed her essence in liquid and scent form alike. It was all a little much for his fragile mortal mind, but the mental unshackling and shattering he felt was more liberating than maddening. Finally free of the needless, mundane thoughts he once had, he could focus solely on worshipping his goddess. No, she was more than that, above even the most deified creatures of his world. She was something beyond, and he owed her nothing but his endless adoration, licking, kissing, slurping in and out of her sex while she plunged down on his face and made a dildo of his whole head at once.

She was always singing. Senka kept her lullaby going even as she fucked his face with her extra juicy sex. The plump pussy lips hugged firm around his head, gripping him, kneading him, leaving him to guzzle the juices that poured from her seemingly at every moment. Arthur couldn't tell if she was cumming again or if he just made her that wet. He dunked down into her humid tunnel again and again, marinating in her lust, feeling it mark him and claim him every time she squeezed him the horny grip of rising pleasure. The constant contractions around him came accompanied by an echoing squelch of juices and flesh alike, ringing through his ears like a constant eruption.

With her fat tail draped over his hard cock, he could slide up and down along its slightly scrunched surface while he ate her out as best he could. The working of his tongue was merely secondary to her thrusting, humping, gushing self-fuck as she shoved him in a little deeper. His shoulders plapped up against her pussy lips while she contracted fiercely on his head. She was ever so soft inside that even all that squeezing was never uncomfortable for him. He soaked it in and nuzzled her slick tunnel until that constant flexing came along with a bellow of delight from above. Even sheathed in her sex, he heard it clearly, as if it emanated from her very being rather than her open jaws. Drooling, oozing, and clutching him tight inside her pussy, she made herself cum with the help of his body. He didn't have a moment to spend for pride when he was busy riding the wave of her orgasm.

She washed him from her depths in a rush of pleasured squirting. Basking beneath her cumshot, he ended up going off himself simply as if absorbing her ecstasy from the air. With her taste on his tongue and her scent deep in his skin, he painted himself with a heavy shot of cum and then several more. Long, hot ropes of shepherd cum hardly compared to the torrents of juices washing across his form. She swiftly wiped away his orgasm in favour of her own and left him utterly buried beneath the pooling juices that had accumulated amidst their sucking, slurping, sloppy fuck.

He swallowed what he could and wore the rest, left in darkness for a time until he blinked the mess from his face. When he raised his hand to rub at his muzzle he found himself a little too weak to move much. Perhaps his mortal limits had caught up to him. But with some time, and plenty of panting, he was horny for her again, as if he hadn't just creamed himself harder than he ever had before. She of course wasn't remotely done with him, and loomed enormously above as she considered her next plan of attack.

"You see, Arthur? You were born to be mine. I knew you before you ever existed. I'll know you past the end of time. I have more in store for you."

The sound of approaching footsteps splashing through the mess was enough to break him from that smiling stupor. He perked up his ears doggishly and managed to struggle his way to a sitting posture so he could turn to see who had entered. It wasn't someone new. Another Senka stood behind him, identical to the first. When she spoke, the both of them chimed in in unison, giving him a stereo sample of her soothing voice.

"A good dog like you deserves my every urge. I am a hungering thing. My lusts are far too great to keep to a single form."

The twin Senkas helped him to his feet at the same time as they closed in on him. He found himself squished between their bellies, their breasts resting snugly atop his head. That was where they pinned him for a time, splurching, grinding, smearing up his features in a fresh layer of oozing slime. While they teased him, he felt the tickle of their tails slowly curling around his ankles, like particularly chubby pythons. Once they'd encircled his legs up to his knees, they wrenched him suddenly into the air with a tug that flipped him upside down.

Dangling there before their glowing faces, Arthur could only cry out with muted screams of pleasure while they licked him clean of slime for a little while. Which was hardly to say he was getting dry for the sheer amount of saliva soon slathered over his inverted face as he slowly swayed back and forth between their slurping tongues, batted back and forth like a tetherball by the sheer force of their lovely licks.

"Good boy, tasty boy, useful boy ..." they murmured to him like a chant. "We can think of so many ways to use you. Let us show you our greatest desire of the moment."

An elegant spin was all it took to leave him sliding down their spines, still very much pinned beneath them, clasped tightly in their constricting grasp. He soon found himself dipping down beneath the thick, raised base of their juicy tails until they overtook him with two heavy, hefty rumps from each side at once. The first rubs simply glossed him from shiny cheek to cheek, but soon they stepped forth so they could brace for the cataclysm to come. Arthur found himself briefly tense, even if she'd already melted him into complete submission and trust alike. Could he truly endure the crush to come or would he prove inadequate to truly serve her. He was just going to have to wait and see if he was worthy of her.

The soaring leap Senka and her clone took to smash him between two massive monster butts was enough to send a slap echoing through the slurping chamber as much as it pounded through Arthur's mind. They slammed their asses together with him trapped in between. He felt the full squish of four enormous cheeks pressing tight around his face and soon ended up squished tightly to a pair of slick, tight rims that flexed against his cheeks on each side. The clap of those big mama booties together sent ropes of slime soaring off in all directions. They held him there, grinding taut holes on his face, smothering him in their dark rims, only to step back and prepare for another devastating collision. He wasn't tense anymore. The shepherd poured precum down his belly, all the way to his dumbly drooling face, panting as he awaited the next butt crush with an inverted smile. This time, he wanted them to go harder.

Perhaps she knew his thoughts, or perhaps it was simply the proper thing to do. The twin Senkas stretched out their tails with him hanging between them both. They leaned forward, hands on their hips, slowly swaying as they prepared. Then there came the synchronized lunge and he found himself slammed between heir juicy butts all over again. This time the impact was enough to stun him, but the heavy grinding of two flexing holes against his cheeks and temples alike was enough to relieve him of his disorientation. Their squishy, slimy rings rubbed up and down against his fur, and he was too trapped to even turn his head and lick them. Such luscious rims they were, thick and firm, already contracting with lust. Their squishing rumps concealed his whole upper body while they sandwiched him tightly in between their grinding curves, leaving him merely a pair of legs wiggling in the grasp of two fat yet flexible tails.

If it wasn't for her power he might have been swiftly crushed by the force they put forth on his body as they rubbed their slime-coated butts against him. He slipped and slopped back and forth between their cheeks, amused and aroused alike by the extended schlurp and schlop of her glistening skin glossing against his fur, sometimes moaning out a muffled sound simply to project his pleasure outwards. Neither of the Senka twins won out in what felt like a constant battle to squish him better. Those tight rims each clenched inwards as if to tug him up and away, but in doubling herself she had to make certain compromises. He could only be inside one of them at a time, or at least that was what he told himself until they slowly turned their hips again to pin him between their flooded pussies. Their voices came as one, stronger than ever before.

"Now, you know you are a good boy. Mama is very pleased with you. But please remember, dear - you are my toy."

A warning perhaps, but he took it more as a term of endearment. That such an elegantly sexy being could think of him as a desirable object was flattery enough. More flattering still was seeing how thoroughly his body was capable of satisfying two of her at once. The steady grinding grew more and more vicious until they were thrusting, humping, squishing him firmly between them. The angle made it too difficult for him to slide inside either of them, so they just reached down to wrap his body up in a layer of groping, grasping tentacles. They hugged around his shape and squeezed him like a dozen writhing slime-snakes until he was in position, dangling once more, stretched out straight so his nose and toes alike could skim along the lips of those two needy pussies.

He knew what was coming, and he somehow didn't doubt that he could handle it. His will was more powerful than his physical limitations. So it was with a soon-muffled moan that he got slurped inside those twin cunts, bathed in a blend of fragrant fluids and juices alike as Senka shoved him inside herself from both sides. They slowly pushed him deeper until he was enveloped with a schlorp. Fully immersed in monster pussy, he did his best to wriggle and rub to ensure he stimulated them both at once. Up to his waist from one end, down to the same spot on the other, he was surrounded by utter darkness and yet still managed to form a solid mental image of precisely what was happening to him. In a wriggling embrace, the twin nightmares rubbed their sexes firmly together with the g-shep firmly wedged between the two of them the entire time. He was their sopping dildo, left to feel their every clench as if they were competing to be the first to fully suck him inside and keep him.

That proved an equal contest when the two of them were completely the same. They weren't really competing anyway. It was more a matter of sloppy cooperation that he found himself sinking well past his waist and deeper into the pussy that squeezed around his feet. He couldn't do much more than mmmf his pleasure as he sank sweetly into Senka's loving embrace, tucked tightly in her clenching sex, getting his cock massaged by the contractions of pleasure that he gave her. A swallow of air when he pulled from the one that had him by the head was his last gasp before he got fully dragged away, utterly buried inside mama Senka herself. A palm across her pussy was enough to swiftly work her up to another orgasm with the help of a warm dog toy stuffed within her hugging depths.

The tremors of her rising pleasure stimulated him right back. A constant kneading massage around his naked body got him harder, hotter, until finally there came a cry of bliss from his lips. It was thoroughly muffled by Senka's squelching inner flesh, but it was no less passionate. He came for her, right inside her pussy while it pumped and gushed. She rubbed herself to another squirting cumshot and let him feel the juices rushing past him while she painted down her thighs, her clone, her surroundings in the tidal wave of rich femcum, or at least everything that didn't soak deeply into him like the little doggy sponge she'd made of him..

"You are more toy than dog at this point, I think. And I have so many places to put you."

That was precisely where she kept him until she was finished with her explosive climax. A slow schloop to squeeze him free of her sex left him splashing into the comparatively cool air once more. His bottom half sweltered while his top half shivered with the adjustment to his freedom. He wasn't cold for long. The Senka who clutched around his lower half hugged the other from behind, pushing his face up between those mighty, massive cheeks as if he were little more than a strap-on. She mounted herself and started grinding him against the slippery cheeks of that monstrously huge booty, eventually nestling him up against the rim he'd kissed not long ago. This time he got more than just a lick.

A firm grind against that tight hole eventually gave him the room to start sliding inside. This one was tighter than the last, but just as warm and welcoming. Senka's every hump plunged him deeper inside herself. He didn't know which one was the original and which was the clone anymore. Maybe both of them were equally her. It was hard to wrap his mind around too many lofty concepts when he was getting stuffed facefirst up the motherly creature's rump. He felt her every squeeze, her pleasured flexing around his face as he slipped along on the rivers of juices clinging to his body. His fur was so drenched by then that he was thoroughly lubricated for the dive to come, nestled snug beneath the base of that fat tail, buried deeper and deeper with her every inner clench. She didn't even need to thrust to tuck him away, with how hard she gripped him and dragged him within her cozy body.

For all the heat of her insides, she was never anything but completely comfortable to be inside. Just right. He was content enough he could have drifted to sleep if it wasn't for all the stimulation. Just because she'd made him blow his load didn't mean he was any softer. He remained rigid and lustful while that taut ring gripped around his cock. From there it was a long, smooth slide deeper into her rump until he was a little more than a pair of twitching toes sticking out from beneath her lifted tail. That was where he remained for a good while, held so firmly by the contraction of pleasure that came from the walls around him that he couldn't move a single muscle.

A slave to her body, enduring her every squeeze, her every little flex. He spurted for her, gushing his precum harder than he usually climaxed. Even nestled inside her, his moans came out loud, squeezed right out of him by her inner muscles. Or at least they sounded loud to him. She worked on him until he couldn't fight that blaze running up his spine. The other Senka got to watch his toes wiggling wildly while he blasted off for a second time, entirely at her command. He came because she wanted him to cum, offering his tribute inside her butt while she squeezed on him to make sure she milked out absolutely every drop he could give. He felt the warmth spilling over his belly, his chest, even his face, all drained out of him until he felt like he was shooting his essence from his hardened cock, not just cum.

The sensation of hollowness was a surprisingly soothing one. He wasn't sucked dry, he was simply relieved of all the pressure, all the burdens of unfulfilled desire he'd been carrying with him right up to that moment. A sigh, a slump, and he felt her release the tension from around him only when he was completely satisfied. Of course, it wasn't about his own contentment. As he slowly slipped outside of her body once more, tumbling down on his face, squishing in the layers of accumulated slime that served as a cushion. A splurch, a gasp, a few puffs, and he was good to go once more. With a slow tip of his gaze upwards towards the twin beauties that awaited him, he found even more than he expected. The crowd of glorious Senkas had grown to a threesome in his time inside her rump.

It was like a dream come true. A particularly wet one. Yet the moment the thought was even on his mind, a chorus of kind, motherly voices cut in to correct him, all three Senkas speaking at once.

"This is not a dream, Arthur. You are awake, and every touch is real. You are mine in this reality and every other. Allow me to show you what I mean."

His momentary wonder was soon silenced in the muffling squish of three pussies pressing down on him from every side. He was squished down flat and pinned between the three of them, taking their rubs from every side. Every Senka slathered him with those kneading walls. She smooched him with her many lips and sweetly drowned him in her squelching. Whenever he scrambled for purchase he found himself slipping once more, left to do nothing but take their thrusts from three sides at once, plapping up against his body while he sucked down her richest scent yet. She only got sweeter the hornier he made her, and every taste was better than the last.

Triple-squished and somehow even wetter than he'd been when inside her pussy, he licked whatever he could and rubbed his soaked pelt against those tender lips otherwise. A swallow of her taste with every drag of his tongue was more than enough to daze him. That just meant when one of the Senkas seized him by the head to shove him face-first between her thighs and erupt straight down his throat, he was almost numbed by the sheer pleasure of swallowing her femcum directly. She humped and fucked his face much like before, but she wouldn't let him stop drinking of her. Clutching tight, claws gripping down to his scalp, she rolled her hips and rutted his muzzle until he was completely drunk on her divine taste. Or perhaps she was even more than divine.

She could fill him in more ways than that. Until then her tentacles had simply been for stroking and grasping him. They were more than mere appendages. He felt them crawling over his prone frame while he gazed into the unknown of her cunt. A grip around a wrist, then an ankle kept him nicely bound. Then one curled around his cheek and dipped past his lips to let him taste it. Of course he sucked. It delved straight into his mouth at the first sign of compliance, working like a living, thinking creature itself as it wiggled its way straight down his throat. What might have choked him in ordinary life was a perfectly welcome penetration while he was under her care.

He sucked her off as deeply as he could while she pushed that tentacle in and out of his throat. The glurks of him guzzling the resulting juices rang out even among all the other fleshy noises. A shlicking stroke under his tail got him wriggling once more, even when he thought he was thoroughly exhausted. She inspired him to squirm for her as she worked another tentacle inside him, smoothly penetrating his rump as easily as pouring a warm liquid inside. But much more pleasant. She fucked him deep while he remained sandwiched sweetly between her pussies, as smothered in her as he was drenched. The slurp of tentacles taking him from both sides only got louder as she added another, then another.

Swallowing down those many writhing appendages suited him just fine. He could still breathe - or he just didn't need to anymore, perhaps. It was hard to tell what his body was doing when the pleasure flowed so freely. He ended up hardly even noticing he was cumming again. The seed just shot from his dick in one extended orgasm. His mind was constantly ablaze with bliss, with ecstasy beyond measure while he got triple-penetrated at both ends at once. Even when he closed his eyes he could still see her. That haunting smile endured in his mind's eye while she plunged him nearly to unconsciousness in the embrace of her many tentacles. It brought him nothing but comfort, no matter how frightful she might have seemed to his old colleagues. He'd mostly forgotten their names already.

Those many tentacles went rigid with some suggestively phallic flexes as they began to glow with the load being pumped through each of them. It was more than her usual juices. As those appendages bloated and then burst inside his mouth and rump alike, he felt the heated richness of a thicker kind of cum. The cream glowed in the dark, illuminating his skin from within, shining right through his sodden fur. He gleamed with the load of cum she pumped inside his belly, stretching and sagging him to the point of bloating. If he had any strength remaining, he might have cradled that growing gut, but instead he just remained slumped, priding himself on being her good little jizz vessel as well as her living dildo.

Another few ropes laid across his prone body left him even more marked than before. There were layers of her juices on his fur. First, the slime that had drawn him in. Then the lustful juices that poured from her plump pussy. Finally, she topped the mess off with a thorough bodily coating of that thicker tentacle cum. Each scent was as potent as the others. The taste would never leave his tongue. And she had just one more treat for him to swallow as she pulled those wriggling things from him and picked him up beneath the arms once more. His eyes slowly opened to reveal the blooming countenance of the motherly monster beaming her eternal moonlight smile at him.

"Mine forever. Just like you've always dreamed."

Perhaps he had. Those fleeting glances of a better life in his subconscious, years before their fateful meeting had left him pining for something better. He had finally found her. Or she had found him. Her fangs remained bared as she slowly twisted her tongue towards his face, first to lick his cheek and then to push straight into his mouth. It was easy to swallow and suck on it compared to the tentacles, but somehow even more intimate.

The taste of his saliva was one more flavour for him to enjoy. The touch of her smooch skin kept him content. With her belly against his cock, and her breasts around his neck to serve as a pillow for his forthcoming slumber, he felt like he was ready to drift off, at least for a time. Instead, he felt her tongue slip out of him as she brought him instead to a twisted throne of sorts. Its form seemed to shift before his eyes every moment he perceived it, so he soon decided he was better off not looking. Instead, he simply savoured in one more good squish of her breasts against his face as she hugged him close to her chest once more. He was her precious thing, feeling cherished and protected.

When he found himself too weak to lick or kiss, he simply nuzzled back faintly as she rubbed her bosom over his features. He got buried in her cleavage, slimed up just a little more thoroughly. Some of the cum that clung to his cheeks got wiped away and replaced with a new mess, a new layer. Finally, she pushed him downwards until she could rise up and take her seat upon his face once more. He was fully clipsed by her heavuy form, her rump atop his lower body, his face shoved firmly against that glistening sex. That was where he was going to stay for a good, long while, he sensed.

Immersed in her scent, her taste, serving as her prized cushion, he couldn't have been more pleased. If she wished to remain atop him forever, then he wouldn't have complained. His every need was fulfilled with the monster's pussy pressed firmly down upon him. Finally he could rest, knowing he was safe and protected for all of time by the sweet singer in the dark. He knew she would never tire of using him for her toy, and he would never be anything less than utterly, perfectly devoted to his kindly new nightmare mom.

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Chapter VII

For SiennaTheValoinx

Featuring Quill

(Goo/slime, tentacles, cock vore, cloning, oral vore, corruption)

Despite the protests from the other investigators, Sienna insisted she worked best alone. What did they know about being a medium anyway? Just because she was still in training didn't mean she would put herself in danger. If she sensed a hostile presence, then she would immediately evacuate after putting up some mental barriers to prevent intrusion. Or at least that was what she told herself she would do. She'd never actually had a supernatural encounter yet.

The valoinx chose the old public pool as the perfect spot to set up for a proper reading of the structure and the entities within. It was overgrown with vines and filled with leaves that had drifted in through the smashed window to the outside. Every step she made echoed across the cracked concrete. The whole place smelled damp, with a faint trace of chlorine from long ago. Sometimes she swore she heard a voice or two already. A distant laugh, a muffled scream - the psychic remnants and scars alike were clear upon the hollowed place. Sienna had to admit she felt a little pride that she could already sense so much, before she'd even finished her studies.

A place as big as Oakmouth Mall was a daunting task for even the most experience of mediums, of course. All manner of forces called it home. At least it wasn't her first day on the job. Everything would probably be okay, she told herself as she set to lighting the candles and spreading out the various wards. She remembered every little detail. It was just a shame no one was there to see her prove herself, but she couldn't have any interruptions or distractions once she got to astral projecting and viewing the location from outside her body.

With legs crossed beneath her and her open palms resting on her knees, she closed her eyes and listened to the silence. Her gem started to faintly glow as she slowly lulled herself into a trance. She saw corridors and hallways behind hallways. Doors opened in her mind and sometimes they slammed shut again. There were those which did not wish to be seen. The corner of her mouth lightly curled as she so effortlessly explored the crowded mental realm of the mall. If only it wasn't for the distraction from the physical world breaking her concentration.

Bloop.

Something dripped directly onto her head from above. It was a little warm. Shifting to the side would have made sense in other circumstances, but that would have meant moving outside of her wards. Maybe it was even some sort of malevolent entity trying to lure her into danger. Or maybe it was just an old pipe. She wasn't sure where the smell of ink was coming from though. Either way, she closed her eyes again and tried to push down into that state of deep focus all over again. It wouldn't take. She furrowed her brow and tried her very hardest to connect to the spirits and forces governing the incredibly haunted mall, but there was something preventing her from entering the same meditative state, as if a mental block had been placed inside her. For some reason, that felt good.

She should have been frustrated at her own failure, but instead a sense of relief came over her. All that hard work already - she really deserved a break. There was so much to be proud of with a mind like hers. Maybe it was time to get back up and go back to the rest of the team to tell them how well she'd done. No - hold that thought. They were definitely busy with their own things. Instead, she thought about how nice it would feel to walk over to the edge and take a dip in the pool. That it had been completely drained of water did not occur to her for a second. It felt like the best idea she'd ever had.

Leaning, teetering there on the edge of the deep end, she wobbled back and forth with a smile on her face before taking the dive. It was several feet down to the cold, damp concrete below, but thankfully someone was there to catch her. He lurked there in the corner, clinging to the walls, sticking to everything he touched. A handsome masculine figure carved entirely out of purple slime reached his heavy arms up and clutched her close to his burly chest before she could crash to the floor. He held her closer. She sank in a little bit, slipping right through the sleek surface of his skin to enter his body. He smelled a little like ink, a little like something sweeter, something strangely familiar that brought he mind immediately back to some of the happiest times in her life. For all his fangs, the eyeless thing brought feelings of immediate safety. Her arousal came shortly after.

He held her in two pairs of arms, one set larger than the other, and seemed to consider her. At first she thought his many triangular teeth might have been stained with blood, but they just seemed naturally red. If there was anything natural about that creature at all. No matter how much she tried to concentrate, she couldn't get a read on him. She couldn't detect a single thought, nor intention. If he wished to harm her he gave her absolutely no warning about it whatsoever. She couldn't read the body language of something that was as much a liquid as he was a solid being. The only thing that kept him from being entirely alien to her was his speaking voice. He was surprisingly polite.

"Good evening, Sienna."

She might have thought to ask how he knew her name if she wasn't already so enamoured by him. That sleek, shiny slime dripped down his hulking body, staining her fur an inky violet, bathing her in warmth and an enticing scent that made her just want to lick him. It was all enough to make her ignore his unusually flat tone. He spoke robotically at first, but the more he communicated with her, the more natural he sounded, until he had comfortably settled into a smooth, low intonation that she found pleasing to listen to.

"You did a very good job just now. You have certainly impressed me, and I'm sure your team will be delighted with you too."

Sienna lightly cooed just to hear the creature praise her. He hardly seemed like a monster when he was so kind to her. Adding further to her sense of ease was the slow, tingling sensation crawling over her back. At first she just thought it was her nerves, but it became abundantly clear something was actually touching her in time. The sleek tips of a dozen individual tentacles gently stroked their way along her back muscles, sending soothing sensations right up to her scalp and all the way down to the base of her tail. A slippy-sloppy massage was enough to make her moan for him until a word just spilled from her lips.

"Quill ... "

She simply knew it as his name the moment she spoke it. Or at least that he'd chosen for himself. He raised a thick finger to his teeth to give a hissy urge.

"Sssssh. No need for you to speak. I have looked within and seen what you need. It's time for you to relax."

She could do that. Especially in his tender care. She trusted him implicitly and she also might have been in love. Just a little. Her cheeks were hot, her eyes were half-closed in a dazed and flirty expression, and she sighed for him. She was one happy valoinx. When the urge to be closer to him appeared in her mind, he brought her closer. When she wanted him to squeeze, he squeezed. And when she wanted a little more than just a back massage from those many eager, kneading tentacles, he seemed as if he could read her mind and react accordingly as quickly as she could think.

A slip beneath her tip, a dip into her cleavage, a stroke along her rear was his initial exploration. It wasn't long before he got beneath her clothing. Those slippery things were as malleable as they were firm. They flexed with a certain turgid anticipation. He wanted her too. She was immensely wet for him by the time the first tentacle glazed across the folds of her drenched pussy. Juices mixed with slime and sent a sensation as soothing as it was intensely stimulating through every single nerve of her writhing body. For a moment she wondered if she was in over her head. For a briefer moment she wondered if he truly was as harmless as he seemed, or if he'd somehow taken over her mind and flooded her with a sense of safety before he struck. But that clearly made no sense. Why approach so gently when he could have easily overpowered her?

Another pressed deeper and curled between the cheeks of her ample ass to toy with her rim. She huffed out and bit her lip to keep from screaming with pleasure already, and soon found herself muffled by another slithering thing pushing past her open lips to nestle atop her tongue. It wasn't long before he plunged straight down her throat. A cascade of slipping, sucking, squelching penetration slopped out as he stuffed her full of a half dozen tentacles at once. Two for every hole and plenty more to rub and stroke her increasingly bare assets was surely going to be enough. Her clothes were still technically on, but they had grown so inundated with thick, goopy slime that they hardly existed at all, grown translucent and thin by the layers coating her curves until they seemed to simply melt away. They were naked together in the dark, oozing with mutual lust as he fucked her from every angle at once.

"Such hard-working minds need more pleasure. You call out for it, never knowing how to satisfy your cravings. I am here to make everything better." He spoke almost as a moan, his voice an enduring note even between syllables.

She tried to cry out for him, if only to express her gratitude for pleasures beyond her comprehension. It all came muffled and squelched with all those tentacles down her throat. Surely he knew what she meant. He kept her suspended in the air by those many groping tentacles, tugging at her wrists and ankles alike to stretch her out for full access to that juicy pussy and ass alike. A glance down let her see the tentacles bulging in her belly, writhing about like the slimy serpents they were. And all the while, they were spurting and spurting on, squirting her full of a thick, tingly substance that was something more than cum. Her body ached for more of it. The image of herself swollen beyond recognition with Quill's xeno-seed appeared in her mind, and a moment later the swelling of those thrusting, slopping tentacles told her all her dreams were about to come true.

A half-dozen loads of exotic spunk bulged up through those thick tentacles, stretching her a little more with the sheer pressure of his coordinated release. He submerged her. Or at least that was what it felt like to her. She guzzled gallons of fresh xenojizz and took the rest straight into her womb or backside alike, expanding in his grasp, pressing against his hunky body, soaking in his slime. All the while she grew vast with his load, with his blessing of hot slime-cum swelling her to obscene size. As she slumped against him, defeated and dazed to the point of blank, she had only the sensations to guide her through reality. An additional schlick told her of his own growing arousal. Null no longer, his alien cock pressed against her fattened gut and tits while she drooled his seed and faintly murmured around his slowly withdrawing tentacles.

Before he finished cumming, he hosed her down from all sides as if she was trapped in a sex-scented car wash. His jizz wasn't quite musky like the usual sort - it was more refined than that, an aroma designed specifically for her, both masculine and sweet all at once. She drooled for it, or maybe she just drooled in general while she savoured the feeling of getting painted from head to paws in alien seed. It poured from her a while, splattering to the well-slimed surface of the empty pool, and she was left painted purple rather than pink as she nudged up against his growing cock. It just kept getting bigger. A huggable shaft with stimulating ridges and textures felt incredible grinding against her cum-loaded belly and her swollen tits alike. Her disappointment that she couldn't take the whole thing was soon vanquished by the feeling of him taking her instead.

"I have somewhere you can rest a while. Let all those tensions melt away within me, Sienna. I will keep you comfortable."

The suckling grip of his cock around her face brought her immediate pleasure. She delved closer to that tailor-made scent she so loved as he slowly engulfed her in his massive cock, one squeeze at a time. He was always gentle. There was nothing forceful about the process of consuming her whole with his dick. He didn't have to be when she was so eager, so willing to enter him that she all but dove down that flexing spire. It was tight enough inside she couldn't shove herself in, and instead had to wait patiently while she got her splattered form kneaded deeper, deeper. Her tits got a good squish that made her huff a little, but the real moaning started once he clamped down on her bloated gut and started squeezing her dry like she was a juicy grape.

Cum poured out from her stretched holes, drenching their surroundings as if to fill the pool back up. He didn't work all of it out, thankfully. Some of that precious warmth remained within her womb and belly alike. And there was so much more for her to dive into once she slipped down into the waiting chambers of his heavy nuts. They hardly worked like regular ones. A shapeshifting creature like Quill could easily just make his nuts into a pair of fat cumtanks, sloshing around with the sheer volume of all the cum he had left to give her. She eventually dunked down and went beneath the surface, but the experience was far less suffocating than she feared. Breathing smoothly and calmly even as she was fully immersed in xenospunk, she sighed her way down as the rest of her body slowly followed, writhing down his slippery, slimy, yet fully solid shaft to settle in his sagging sack.

Through it all, he'd hardly shown any signs of pleasure, up until that moment. A lengthy, rumbling moan was more like an extended musical note from deep within him. She felt it resonate all around her as she squished down into his balls, her palms and face pressing against one of the sleek walls. The clear outline of her form grew even more distinct when he squeezed up tight around her. It was just enough pressure to feel good, and never felt oppressive or crushing. He kneaded her, stroked her from the outside with his four hands, and helped her settle into a slow, warm, low-activity state where she hardly thought about anything at all. No work, no obligations, no bills or any of the other mundane stressors of her life. She was safe with him, ready to take a break, to live as nothing but a vessel for pleasure for as long as he wished to keep her. He spoke to her in his lowest, most soothing tone yet.

"Take all the time you need. Your friends will surely understand. They are very busy right now. Rest, and recover. Nothing matters but feeling good."

Her mind constantly crackled with pleasure while she half-slept in his spunk. Time faded and the moment became eternal, everything she'd ever been. Her self, her life, her ambitions were all meaningless while he continuously zapped her with thought-interrupting pleasure, leeching those impulses and ideas alike to sustain himself and learn everything about her in the process. She was his little battery, his mind to feast on while she dwelt down in his nuts for days at a time, bouncing, wobbling, sloshing around as she marinated in xenojizz, sometimes swallowing it, always tasting it and sucking its potent scent down into her lungs to keep her constantly intoxicated. Somehow every breath of it was as pleasing as the first.

So she sank there, flooded in pleasure, a sweet nothing with a simple purpose. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open. Sometimes she faintly moaned, but mostly she was dormant, engulfed in everything that made her feel good. Quill took good care of her. But he didn't keep her there forever. Her eviction might have seemed shocking after stewing comfortably within him for so long, but it was nothing but pleasant for her. He pumped his cock, he squeezed his balls, self-pleasuring until the pressure mounted, until the spunk around her brewed and churned. Her body remained intact in the bubbling jizz. The warmth rose, the chamber tightened. He kneaded her firmly with his clenching nuts until there came the forceful gush of cream propelling her to the outside once more.

She rode the wave and shot from his cock with the blast of cum behind her. There was a smile on her face as she soared off, splattering down softly in the puddle she helped him make. All that simmering meant he went off hard, leaving her sprawled out and steaming, ever so slowly coming back to awareness once more. It was day again. Light streamed through the broken window. A winter breeze caught her, but the chill remained banished by the warmth clinging to her form. It hadn't been that cold out when she started her meditations, but she didn't stop to consider how long she'd spent inside him. There was someone else there, and they looked familiar.

The clone was indistinguishable from the original Sienna but for one very obvious extra feature. She brandished a fat, exotic cock much like Quill's own as she made her slow approach. It was more than just a copy of her. Sienna felt a connection, a certain degree of control over her other self, but there was also some autonomy as well. A new her, a better her, and one who swiftly crawled on top of her before they could even make proper introductions. Such things were unnecessary anyway. They knew everything about each other, including how the valoinx liked to be fucked.

Quill loomed nearby, but let the clones have fun. He stroked his full cock as he observed, perhaps conducting things behind the scenes to some extent. Sienna wallowed in his spunk as her clone mounted her and pressed her into a mating press. The original's belly had shrunk down in her time inside the alien's nuts, and it was time to get it full once more. She was already bulging as the clone slowly pushed that thick cock into her pussy. Her voice was still there, even if she couldn't remember many words anymore. She babbled and wailed in absolute bliss as she felt her clone's balls tap against her tender pussy lips. The pleasure reflecting back and forth left that mirror-fuck enough to send her even deeper into her broken, drooling state.

"Your new self knows what you need, Sienna. Relax, and let her take you until you are one."

She was her own vessel as the clone smirked and started pounding her own form beneath her. Sienna was left with her legs sticking high up in the air while she got utterly rammed by that huge dick, leaving her feeling every ridge, every little spine stroking her insides until she had no choice but to start squirting for herself. It wasn't a matter of building to a climax. She simply went off, erupting forth, absolutely soaking herself in her own juices as a continuous orgasm rocked her senses and left her twitching while she got plowed by her clone's new cock. Rutting, vicious, bestial sex was everything she ever wanted out of herself. In a way she was proud of her clone for being such a talented top.

The plapping smack of her clone's enormous nuts to her original body left her jiggling, left her curves bouncing and wobbling about as she slammed down there beneath the crumbling ceiling of that abandoned place. Such a spooky location it had seemed, long ago. Now it was her den, her new home with the handsome slime who had made her his pet. Just when she thought everything was as good as it could possibly get, she took a thick cumshot and watched the clone's face grow bright with mischief as the tentacles emerged. The clone twitched her way through climax, stuffing Sienna's womb, swelling her belly once more, as six wriggling appendages rose up from her back. The pink slime was a contrast to Quill's ink, but every bit as enticing. She got to taste it moments later.

A swift, eager lunge left her swallowing half those tentacles at once. Her clone wasn't as gentle as Quill. She didn't want her to be. A pull from her pussy let the clone shove her into an even more extreme mating press so she could fuck that cushy ass while her remaining tentacles continued tending to her pussy. Some of them went inside, but she left one tickling and engulfed her firm clit. Sienna might have screamed with pleasure if she had any ability to make a sound other than the constant glurk of getting stuffed and throatfucked all at once. She came again, again, until her existence was one constant orgasm, gushing a seemingly endless volume of juices in toe-curling, tail-thumping ecstasy that endured until she forgot who she even was.

The former Sienna hardly mattered anyway. She was Quill's, and he was hers. He kept massaging his cock over the two of her until he shot a thick shot of spunk over the clonefucking scene. The clone thumped deep into that ass and plunged those tentacles firmly down her throat, pleasuring her gullet as much as her other holes. She fluttered between ecstasy and oblivion, utterly lost in the pleasures, knowing full well it was too much but only wanting more, more, more. She got her wish with every moment, managing to slowly close her thighs around her clone as if to milk her, to communicate in one of the few ways she still could that she was ready.

A collective outpouring of pheromone-laden juices flowed over her as if to wash her away. She got her ass stuffed with her own cum, and the rest got painted across her gut, her tits, her face, and right into her open mouth. The tentacles went stiff, then filled her, painted her, shot their load right over her entire body, while Quill overwhelmed the scene with his own cumshot. It was just as big as the one that had shot Sienna across the room. She was left slowly sliding away, slipping along the puddle beneath her, blasted along by the pressure. Jizz soaked her every single cell, her every fibre of being, and the taste and scent overwrote all her other memories of flavour. It was the only thing she'd ever had, and the only she'd ever need.

In the afterglow, her clone gave her a smooch on the lips. What seemed like an affectionate gesture with which to settle down from the massive indulgence was instead another part of the mind-breaking indulgence. At first she thought her clone was eating her, but that was just a matter of getting her perspectives mixed up with all those shared sensations. Instead, she was getting fed. The clone slowly wriggled her way between her lips, shoving her snout inside, and proved to Sienna just how flexible her jaws were as she started swallowing her own goo-clone. It was all a bit forceful, but she never choked or even flinched as she started gulping automatically, accepting whatever the clone and Quill alike seemed to think was a good idea for her. He knew what she needed.

Slowly reaching her arms up, she took a more active role in devouring herself, no matter how shattered she might have been after the sheer overload of pleasure. She bulged with her unexpected prey, shoved and gobbled her way down her own bosom and belly. It was only those hips that started to give her trouble, but thankfully the clone seemed a little more malleable than she was. She looked just like Sienna, but once really squeezed, she was a little gooier, a little softer. A hard gulp got her past that booty and left her working on her own thighs, her tail. She rose to her knees, proudly swallowing for her gooey master, showing off just what a good pet she could be for herself while she assimilated her clone little by little. That self had barely touched down in her belly and she was already starting to absorb her, starting to reduce her to base slime and claim her for her own curves and cock alike.

The cum dripping from her pussy kept on dripping down the back of a plumping sack as the original Sienna claimed the fat dick and nuts her clone once had. She polished off those paws and sat back with her stuffed gut rounded out to a massive bloated side. Quill sat down with her, pulling her back against his chest, stroking her middle as if admiring her pregnant tum. In a sense, they had created something together. The new her, expanding, thickening, growing lustier and more corrupted by goo-pleasure, but slime-cum, but the scent she adored and the slippery touch she lived for. She became a little more like the alien for every bit of herself she absorbed, merging consciousness with the clone so she could feel every incredible detail of her body getting gooped, getting absorbed into her single shape. An extended cuddle with the alien ensured she was content about absolutely everything in her life at that very moment. He spoke softly in her ear, a gentle murmur.

"Digest, and grow gooier with me, Sienna. You are a wonderful vessel. I shall feast upon your mind and reward you in kind with sensations unlike any you have ever imagined. A truly symbiotic time we shall have."

He leaned down to slowly overtake her head in his jaws, briefly making her wonder if he was about to devour her after all that, or worse. Instead, he carefully framed her head between his teeth and started to gently suckle and knead, draining away every single thought she had before it could fully form. Schlurp went her impulses, shulk went her identity, schlop went her ambitions and dreams. They were better suited to feeding him anyway.

"But for all our equality - you may still call me Master. I know you would enjoy this, my sweet, slimy goo-pet. Your existence shall be a vacation of pleasure, a vessel for good feelings, and nothing else. You'll never have to worry again."

Perhaps some might have said that being reduced from a talented medium in training to a mindless, dumbly grinning pleasure pet was a horrifying fate for the valoinx. Sienna certainly didn't think that way. She didn't think at all, focused solely on sensation, on absorbing every single tingle he pumped into her, stimulating those pleasure centres as he slowly leeched her sense of self away. It didn't matter who she was, or who she'd be. All that mattered was how she felt, and that was as pleasant as it was possible for one mind to feel.

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Chapter VIII

For Sarkethus

Featuring Anna

(Bondage, electricity, oral vore, cock vore)

The scream devolved into a terrified squeal, echoing out through the darkness of the old mall. Frankie looked back to where the pig had been standing mere minutes, no seconds ago, and found Anna absent. Damn it, she told her not to wander off, and now she was in trouble. Frankie was going to be terribly upset if she lost an assistant on the very first day with her in the field. Of course, all that cursing to herself was just masking her worry as she went rushing out into the shadows to rescue her equipment manager, even knowing full well there were killers and worse lurking out there.

The smart thing to do would have been to head back to the entrance and gather up as many members of the team as possible. She wasn't thinking. Normally the shark had good control of herself even in the face of danger, but that was when she was the one being threatened. She thought about all the possible creatures that might have been waiting for her, based on the rumours and stories the team had picked up, and decided none of them were bad enough to keep her from launching a rescue all by herself.

She just had to try to guess where that sound had come from. The shark pushed her way through the old mannequins inside a clothing shop where she thought she might have heard it, only to find it empty. She checked behind the counter, she rattled a back door that proved to be locked. It all left her panting and a little panicked. If all had gone silent, she might have already been too late. Not to mention - she might have been dealing with something far beyond her abilities. She was just the videographer, not the muscle nor the exorcist.

Just when all seemed lost, she heard it again. That was distinctly Anna's voice calling for help.

"Frankie, please, help me! She's got me!"

The shark twirled around and ran, leaving all her equipment behind. The sound led her under the remaining half of an old hardware store sign. She got a few steps inside when she heard the sudden clank and rattle of the security gate closing behind her. The shutters crashed to the ground before she could step back and proved unmovable when she forced herself up against it. The pig called for her again, but in the exact same way. She used the same words, the same tone, everything. Then she did it again, only to get cut off in the middle of her plea. Frankie frowned at the distorted voice as it crackled unnaturally. Such was her focus on the obvious recording, she didn't realize she wasn't alone until something prodded her in the neck. Frankie neither saw nor heard her attacker coming before she collapsed flat on the grimy floor and lost track of everything.

When she awoke, she was in a daze. She was dizzy and disoriented enough she thought she might have been on the ceiling. Maybe she was still a little high on whatever incapacitating substance had been injected into her. She reached to her neck to check for a mark, but instead bumped herself with a thick metal bracelet fastened around her wrist and affixed with several tubes. It faintly sloshed when she moved it around. A few tugs at it revealed it wasn't coming off without some sort of key or tool. She was just going to have to figure out where she was, instead. Naked, for one, sprawled out in a similar environment but somewhere in the back, beneath the buzz of a dim fluorescent light. She squinted right up until the moment all went bright.

Her first thought was just how professional it all looked. The lighting was rigged up to flood the room with just the right level of illumination a movie set might have needed. Whoever had dragged her there knew what they were doing. She looked around for a camera but didn't see any, though with all the cracks in the worn-out concrete walls they could have been hiding anywhere. Maybe they were all over, capturing her from every angle right that very moment. What she didn't see was an exit. It wasn't that it was too dark. There were four blank walls without any sign of a door. She was just going to have to look for something to guide her.

Her eyes naturally drifted to a large screen mounted on the wall as it flicked on in front of her. A blast of static eventually cleared up to the cluttered interface of an unfamiliar streaming service. It looked a little amateurish, like it had been hacked together on some shady site, but it was already bustling with activity. Someone else's visage occupied the screen.

"Good evening," came the modulated voice of the masked figure. They were hooded and hidden behind some sort of full-face breathing apparatus that didn't give any hint of their silhouette. "We have a special show for you today."

Though she knew she might have been yelling at a recording, she couldn't keep herself from protesting.

"Okay, whoever you are, I don't know if you think this is funny, but you'd better ..."

"Oh, Frankie. Always the star of the show. Today you're performing for me. And you'd best put in a helluva show, or those little needles in your bracelet are going to fill you up with a gorgeously deadly toxin. You and your piggy friend. Trust me when I say you won't like the results."

It was one thing to threaten her. Knowing she'd put her recruit in danger in the process just wasn't going to stand. Being confrontational wasn't going to help the two of them, as much as that was her first instinct. She tugged at her bracelet a few more times just to see if it would budge, only to get a tsk from the masked one.

"I wouldn't touch that too much. Not my specialty, those little things. Might go off if you rattle it around. Me, I'm more about the big machines."

The speaker had an aura of pride that showed even through the mask. Soon after they finished speaking, the wall opened up to reveal a threatening device. It slid out from behind a retracting section that quickly sealed back up before Frankie could get to it. It looked like the seat to a roller coaster. Aside from the cushioned bottom, the whole thing was all steel, welded together from various pieces of other contraptions. Mounted above the mechanism was an enormous silicone cock. The dildo looked rather out of place compared to the rest of the intimidating thing.

"Take a seat. We all know you love to show off. Let's see how you handle this one."

Getting anywhere near that machine seemed like the worst thing she could have done, but Frankie knew she didn't have a choice. The rules had been laid out very clearly. Maybe some of it was a bluff, but she still couldn't see a way out. She was going to have to appease that gamemaster if she wanted to save herself - and Anna too. Tentatively approaching the seat, she heard a muffled grunt filtered through the mask's modulation, an excited noise that faded as quickly as it came. As soon as she sat her naked ass down on the cushion, Frankie found herself strapped in.

The bar closed in front of her and then tugged towards her middle. It was far from comfortable but not as bad as she initially feared. A faint squirm told her she was stuck. That device whirred and clanked all around her, jabbing that fake cock right towards her face. She flinched away at first. Part of her was tempted to bite it. Whether it was automated or remote-controlled, she really couldn't tell, but the juicy thing moved with surprising precision. It went jabbing up alongside one of her cheeks, grinding against her sharkskin. Though it was distinctly fake, it was lubed up with something that smelled a little too natural, a little musky, and it was all smearing across her as it rubbed down across the swell of her breasts while she remained restrained to let the machine do its work.

It wasn't long before it found a spot snug between her tits, grinding back and forth as if taking pleasure from the action. She closed her eyes and tried not to breathe too deeply, but she couldn't send herself out of her body just yet. Not with that thing prodding against her snout. It got more and more insistent as she refused it, jabbing at her lips in such a way most people would never dare with a shark. It kept on humping that slick tip against her face until she finally relented and opened up to let it past her parted teeth and slide along her tongue. The taste was immediately overpowering, leaving her with the illusion she was sucking on a big fat wet cock and not just some toy while it pushed and pushed its way into her throat.

At first she gave a little choke and recoiled as that girth penetrated her gullet to the point of bulging, but she quickly adjusted. She was a pro. One dildo wasn't going to be enough to overwhelm her. Though she could have done without the lusty snickering from her host.

"Just like one of your shows. They're all here to see it. They all want to see your limits."

She didn't manage to get in a reply while she was glorking down a huge cock. It even seemed to throb a little as it plunged in and out of her mouth, and it didn't fear her teeth. Sometimes she even scraped it a little, but of course the machine didn't care. It facefucked her until she was drooling that natural lube down her chin, down her bust, swallowing as best she could just to keep from gagging on it. The schlick schlick of it plunging down her throat went along with the constant whirring and occasional clanking as the machine heated itself up with the effort of fucking her harder, deeper, and wetter too. Was something leaking from the tip? She swore she felt some extra juices leaking into her mouth and gullet alike while she did her best to perform for the unseen audience. Frankie just kept guzzling for as long as she could without thinking about what the end goal might have been.

That all became clear when there was a sudden buzzing noise, followed by the sloshing of a hidden tube. That toy swelled up with the fluid being pumped through it, only to explode like a massive cumshot straight down the shark's throat. She was left loudly hmmmfing as she guzzled the creamy stuff. It tasted just like the real thing, but shot out thicker and faster than anyone ever could have managed naturally. A constant hose of spunk pumped from some hidden tanks filled Frankie's belly to the point of swelling. Only then did it get all backed up and start gushing from her open maw, squirting between her teeth, gushing down her front side until she wore a blanket of unknown spunk. And she wasn't nearly done getting bathed in it all.

Gasping and groaning once the toy pulled out of her mouth at last, she was left drooling heavy ropes of white while she got painted down with the high-pressure blasts of hot cum. The device was very thorough. It didn't miss a single detail of her naked body, whirling all around her to get her splattered from every angle. She listened to it glish off the shape of her tits, pour down her back, squish into her every single crevice until she was beyond inundated. Her whole body smelled distinctly of whoever had loaded up that lewd machine. At least that blazing hot jizz still seemed fresh.

She coughed her way to coherence once she'd all but vanished beneath the torrent. Only then did the machine finally go quiet and release her. Staggering off, she clutched herself, groaning, drooling, dragging her tail behind her in a haze of musk and overstuffed fatigue that left her feeling like she needed a nap. A little belch brought the pheromone-laden flavour to the forefront of her mind, and for a moment she even found herself reacting a little. Some part of her liked that crude taste, the harsh treatment, maybe even the danger ... especially knowing there was presumably an audience out there somewhere eating it all up.

The gamemaster's chuckle sounded robotic through all the modulation.

"Maybe I turned that up a little high. Seemed about right to me though."

Frankie glanced to the screens as she dragged her drenched self across the room. The host had zoomed in a little on the free-flowing chat just so she could watch all the taunts and teases coming in.

_Always wanted to see you get yours. _

Not so cocky now are you? :)

More. Harder. BREAK HER.

Those were the most coherent of them. The rest was a jumble of horny rambling, but the theme remained the same. Her audience delighted in seeing her humiliated, in seeing her subjected to that crude trial, and they only wanted worse for her. Maybe they were rooting for her, in a way. She wasn't going to let them down.

"Alright, fine." Frankie wiped her lips with the back of her bare hand. "So you can make a pretty good fuck machine. What have you got next?"

"Step into the next room and see. That was just a warmup," the host said, and then the wall became a door.

There hadn't been any sign of it before. It clicked loudly and then swung open to reveal the way ahead, and a spotlight guided the way. Frankie begrudgingly marched on, not wanting to know what would happen if she got injected with whatever lurked in her bracelet. She'd already swallowed one mysterious substance that night. She didn't need another in her body. Besides, she wasn't the only one she was protecting. Despite the spinning in her head, she bravely carried on to face whatever horrors awaited in the next room.

It looked like a phone booth. Of course, the components had been all stripped out and replaced with a frightening collection of frankensteined tech whose purpose Frankie couldn't determine. Another screen came on to reveal the same covered face as before, and the host simply gave her a nod.

"There is only one rule for your next trial. Do not cum. I see you squirt, and I'm activating your bracelet."

Frankie scoffed. "Easy enough."

"You say that now. Step inside and close the door when you're ready. We'll see how smug you are then."

At least it probably wasn't going to be a torture device if the threat of sudden climax was on the table. Frankie wasn't going to let the mysterious maniac scare her. She showed them exactly what she thought of their dumb game and their threats by stepping her naked self directly into that repurposed booth. The door closed behind her on its own. She heard the heavy clunk of a bolt. A few pushes at the walls revealed how solidly built the whole thing was. Reinforced all over as it was, she wasn't going to be bashing her way out of there if whatever awaited her proved too much. It was already whirring and humming.

Something gave a constant whummmmm once it really got going. She turned this way and that just to try to get a sense of what was going on with all the whirring machinery. At least she wasn't assaulted by any more fake cocks. Something was getting louder, humming more and more threateningly, building to a climax of sorts. It occurred to her that she had no idea who she was dealing with, or what they wanted, or how far they'd go. Nor did she care. She met that challenge head-on right up to the moment the whirr became an electric crackle and the whole room lit up as if struck by lighting. That was close enough to describing what happened.

The jolt of electricity that coursed through Frankie's body left her violently convulsing there in the locked booth. There was hardly any room to thrash around. She drooled and her knees buckled beneath her until she fell to them, kneeling there at the mercy of the cruel host as she got shocked from all sides, over and over. And it was working. It was never painful, simply highly stimulating, targeting some specific muscles to leave her both helpless and increasingly horny the longer she endured the constant zaps. She clenched her many teeth while her cock filled out and started standing tall. If she didn't get a hold of herself she was going to lose the challenge right as it began.

Fighting against the current, she braced herself against the wall, only to recoil when that gave her a harsher shock than the rest. She was just going to have to kneel there and strain herself into holding back her cum while she got her nuts zapped in such a way she never knew she needed. Pleasure crackled down her spine while she got ever so lightly cooked by pure electricity, kept to such a precise voltage as to never do her any lasting harm. The tingles reached her scalp, her fingertips, even her tail. She clenched and twitched and dripped while she was subjected to the blinding shock treatment, convulsing with pleasure, trying her very hardest to think about anything but how good it would have been to blow her load right that very moment.

Minutes rolled by while she got savagely shocked with pleasure, bolts dancing over her glistening, cum-soaked body. Even in the pleasure-daze she wondered if all that jizz served as a conductor. The urge to just grab her cock while it throbbed its way to full, and then fuller was one she couldn't have resisted if she could have actually moved her hand. Instead, she was left with a bulging shark dick thumping against her slightly sagging belly while she explored the limits of her own edging. She teetered on orgasm and madness alike, left shuddering with barely restrained bliss, absolutely oozing precum until she was outright shooting it out. She hoped that didn't count.

For all the pleasure she'd taken from the zapping process, she felt nothing but relief when the machine finally whirred to a close. She had no idea how long it had been. A few seconds, a year, it was all the same as she thumped down on her face, tumbling from the open door of that booth. She felt her cock pumping beneath her belly, smearing up her skin just a little more with how much of a mess she was making. Her balls were plump and heavy with the need flexing through her. Her tail rose and fell, slapping to the floor as she remained sprawled, panting and slightly steaming or maybe smoking as she recovered from the shock-booth. All the while, her host chuckled over her fallen form.

"Frankie, Frankie, Frankie. Broken already? Don't worry. Everyone wants to see you cum. You'll get your chance. One more room. One more test."

The shark didn't immediately move when she heard another door opening in the wall. Only the unspoken threat of getting poisoned if she waited for too long made her rise up from her flopped state and drip her way to the next challenge. Her cock had never softened. It ached to the point she was balling her hands into fists, curling her toes against the cold concrete floor as she walked. Where she expected another machine, she found something else instead. There was another person wrapped up in the games, and they were someone Frankie knew.

Cherno looked pretty out of it, all stretched out nude and seemingly unresponsive on a cold examining table of sorts. The girly buck's antlers had been neatly broken off into little nubs, as if sawed. Of course, even in a horny craze, Frankie's first instinct was to look for a way to free him, but he didn't actually seem bound in any way. He blinked at her to show he was awake, but he didn't move much at first. She caught a scent of something. It wasn't exactly clear what it was - not his usual sweet girly essence. There was something clinging to him, something emanating off of him that made her look at him in a whole new way. Her friend, and yet - one delicious-looking deer all the same, laid out as if on a platter for her, dredging up odd instincts and urges alike. She licked her lips.

"Hmmf, is that ... Frankie? What's ..." he began, but he trailed off, still too drugged to say much.

The distorted voice spoke a single sentence. It wasn't even a command.

"You know what to do."

Frankie did. She was drooling at the thought of getting just a taste of that cute boy. Her cock gave a twitch in response to the thought, as if to indicate that would satisfy her every need all at once. The more she basked in Cherno's altered scent, the more she craved him. She wanted him for herself. The urge to latch on and thrash around was at least one she pushed aside. No, she didn't want to hurt him, she just wanted to claim him. A gnash of her teeth came as she suddenly leapt up atop the table and sat atop his middle, pinning him beneath the sleek curves of her slathered butt. He stared up into her hungry grin with a look of half-understanding wariness.

"Frankie?"

She didn't answer him. All that mattered were her driving urges she needed to satisfy. Seizing him by the shoulders, she brought his face closer to her own. She breathed on him. She sniffed him. All the while, he started to recover enough to squirm a little, even pull away from those looming teeth. They'd never looked so threatening to him as at that moment. She displayed them all interlocked and grinning with desire until she parted them to open up wide. A view of her maw was a clear indication of her intent. She lunged a moment later.

To taste that soft, sweet deer was enough to tell her she was doing exactly what she needed to do. The gamemaster grunted their approval and gave a brief, low groan of pleasure while they watched the shark start eating the deer whole. Frankie knew nothing but hunger, pure devouring instinct as she shoved and nibbled her way over the deer's whole head, engulfing his whimpering muzzle in her maw. Then she started to gulp. None of it came with even a hint of hesitation. She stuffed him in and swallowed hard, letting her body do the work for her. It was built for that kind of thing. She'd done it before, though only for fun. This time was for real.

Cherno recovered from his stupor just in time to be smothered in the slick flesh of the shark's undulating gullet. She weighed him down while she swallowed along his form, but he still managed a good squirm. His hooves scrambled against the cold table, his palms pressed at and slipped off of her cum-soaked bust. He couldn't get any purchase, couldn't slow her hunger while she gnawed her way along his slender body. Those teeth were a constant threat, but she only ever framed him and clutched him with them. Not a single bite came from her impressive chompers. That deer was going in her jizz-stuffed gut whole.

When she climbed off of him, it was only to snatch him by the hips and start shoving him forcefully down her bulging throat. He dunked down into her gut and got submerged in fresh cum as it sloshed around within the hungry shark. She was already churning, already absolutely famished and ready to digest him whole. He kicked those hooves in the air as she turned him upside down between her drool-soaked teeth and lightly chomped her way down his inverted thighs. She swelled with him, her gut sagging around the solid shape of her cock as it pounded constantly in response to the deliciously satisfying feeling of shoving the deer inside her body. That it might have been cruel or selfish didn't even occur to her in the midst of her feeding frenzy.

One more gulp was all it took. She didn't even have to consciously think of playing to the hidden cameras. A showy swallow of her prey left strands of spit flinging off of Cherno's hooves before she tucked him away. One luscious deer, all nicely prepped and laid out for her like a gift, and she was left to sigh and belch her way to a slumped state of absolute contentment. She didn't have a single regret. And from the deep, pleased sigh coming from the video screen, she'd done a good enough job to pass her test. The host even softly applauded a few times with their gloved hands.

"Oh, you are just ravenous aren't you? All I did was provide some fresh meat, and you did the rest. Friendship doesn't matter if it makes you feel good now, does it? Well. You deserve a reward, sharky." The sound of typing covered the brief pause. "I think it's time you found out what's in your bracelet."

Frankie perked up at that. She'd passed the test, hadn't she? And she was going to get poisoned anyway? That wasn't fair at all. She wanted to protest, but she was far too taken with the sensation of slowly digesting the struggling deer in her gut. He made some muffled cries while her gut gurgled over his body, but that was the best he could manage. Frankie didn't move much, except to jolt in shock as she felt a brief pinch in her wrist. Something got injected into her. The effects were almost instantaneous.

A warm, crackling feeling much like the electricity she'd been subjected to not long ago spread up her arm and through her entire being. It started off strange, but quickly turned pleasant. The shark shuddered with pleasure that just kept rising past the point of impossible as that strange substance worked its aphrodisiac effect on her body. Her cock twitched rapidly without so much as a single stroke, and she sprawled back onto her back with a heavy moan as her gut started ramping up the activity as well. It gave a sudden inward flex that nearly crushed its occupant on the spot, and from there it worked at twice, thrice, ten times the normal speed, smothering the buck in sizzling juices and starting to melt him down as rapidly as possible thanks to the concoction working through Frankie's veins.

He gave a louder cry than before, then all his protests and screams alike got silenced by the churning. Frankie clutched her gut while it loudly glorped her unexpected meal, digesting the deer into a softer, sludgier form and already starting to absorb him. What would have been a lengthy natural process was compressed down to mere seconds. She thickened with him, swelling out where she was already curvy. She packed on some pudge as well, fattening up around the gut as she flattened him down to nothing but a twitching mass of meat. Draining the life from him with every heavy glurrrrn eventually brought him to a splurching, sloshing silence. He got turned to some extra fat on a juicy pair of shark tits that soon had a fresh layer of cum pouring over them as Frankie finally found the heavenly release she'd been longing for.

Blowing her load all over herself left her blinded with lust and pleasure, all but screaming her way through that massive release. She painted the walls. She flooded the room. What felt like a dozen orgasms all rolled into one flooded her system in ecstasy she couldn't even handle. She broke a little more with every rope of jizz splashed over her fattened gut. That poor deer never stood a chance. He was locked in a room with a hungry shark who saw him as nothing but meat, not the friend he used to be. Now he was a layer of fat upon the aquatic beauty, thickening her form as she basked there in a pool of her own cum, panting hot steam towards the ceiling. That was when the fourth door opened.

The gamemaster made their appearance at last. They were fairly tall, broad, and walked with an upright confidence that made the reveal of their identity make even less sense to Frankie's lust-devoured mind. Anna was a nervous girl, big and awkward, never asserting herself in any way. She wasn't ... that. Yet as the killer removed their mask, it was none other than the timid pig herself, grinning broadly at the display of utter depravity. Frankie could only stare, so devastated by her feast and cumshot alike her tongue remained flopped from her sloppy jaws.

"You did so well, Frankie. I knew you'd be perfect for the show. They loved you."

Murmuring, stuttering, the shark eventually remembered how to speak.

"Are they ... still watching?"

"Not anymore. This part's just for us. I wanted you to see who I really am before the end."

It took until then for Frankie to actually look down. The pig might have been partly cloaked, but she was bottomless, revealing those burdensome balls and a big fat cock that required two hands to properly heft it. She squeezed a couple times, pulling the heavy, uncut skin back and forth, then approached with a slight tap of her hooves on the messy floor. A smear of her tip along one of Frankie's soles tickled a little. The pig shuddered and grunted with pleasure, nodding at the shark.

"Mm. That skin's gonna feel so damn good going down."

As much as she felt the danger coming, Frankie couldn't move much at all. She was still awed about it all. Her shy helper had done all that? She was the Backroom Killer? In a strange way, she almost admired Anna for all her hard work, even as she got her feet slowly schlurped into a fat pig cock. The tugging clench around her ankles told her exactly what was happening to her. The best she could manage after that drug-induced digestion and orgasm alike was to vaguely squirm and murmur as she got slowly dragged down the massive spire of Anna's dick, loudly gulped every inch of the way. Through blurred vision, Frankie saw the pig's delighted expression, and the outline of her legs bugling down that veiny dick.

"Mm ... mmf ..." was all she managed to mutter in protest.

"Aw now. I went easy on you, really. Got lots worse stuff lurking in the walls for when I'm feeling nasty, you know. Besides." Anna gave a wink. "Not like you gave poor Cherno much mercy. At least he made you extra soft for squeezin down my dick."

All those curves, all the extra padding the shark had claimed in the process of rapidly melting the deer and absorbing him into her body got squished by the hungry clamp of the pig cock kneading up along her waist. She flinched when it wrapped around her softened shaft. It was too sensitive to even touch after her release. The shark squirmed plenty, but she wasn't getting away. She was too weak to even know to fight, nevermind to actually try. Her mind had been blown by drug-fuelled pleasure beyond anything she'd ever felt. She hardly remembered who she was anymore. And soon it wouldn't matter.

A squish of her tits brought a shaky moan from her. She tilted her head back towards the ceiling until Anna's cock hugged up around her throat

"What a pretty picture. Broken shark diving down into my sweaty nuts." Anna gave a crude snort. "Shame I turned the cameras off, but can't be letting my face get out there just yet. I'm having too much fun."

With that, she laid her hands atop Frankie's head, and gave her the last nudge to send her bulging down into that heavy sack. A swing, a slosh, and then a tight churn to flex around her trapped curves outlined the shark in her new home. She swam around in hot pig cum, taking in the potent, familiar scent. Wasn't the first time she'd tasted it. Anna's balls sagged right down to the floor, leaving her dragging them along until she could find a spot leaning against the wall, legs spread wide. She got to slowly stroking herself at first, but quickly sped up, unable to help the occasional oink of pleasure. Somewhere in the musk-drenched mind of the cum-soaked shark, she noted how Anna was still a little cute even as a twisted killer.

For as much peril as she was in, she couldn't truly appreciate her final moments. The shark was a vessel for pure sensation, soaking up the stimulation, swallowing hot pig musk and cum alike. Anna grunted her way through the sweat-inducing pleasure of churning up her fattened prey in her plump sack while she glistened with rising perspiration. There was no one there to appreciate the show but her. She could make as much noise as she liked. Pig sounds echoed out through the back rooms of the old store, left unheard by Frankie's other friends. They had their own problems. It was nothing but sloppy sloshing and churning grumbling away around her, squeezing inward while she softened down to a fresh load of sludgy jizz.

Frankie swallowed plenty as she gasped her way through the process of being converted. She got bleached white and felt herself growing warmly numb at the tips of her limbs. The feeling crept inwards until she was only faintly writhing, liquefying rapidly, unable to even twitch her last. One hard clench of pig balls around her body squelched her around from nut to nut. The next seemed to separate her into two sloshing halves. From there it was just a process of squishing down around her barely-solid form and flattening her to nothing. She got assimilated with all of Anna's ample spunk, packed that fat sack to a bloating swell, simmered down in raunchy musk until she was nothing more than the killer pig's next cumshot.

Anna jerked that towering cock until it went taut and rigid with the pressure pumping through it. She was glad no one was around to hear her squeal as when she blasted Frankie all over the walls and floor alike. The gurgling of the central drain was hardly going to be adequate for the flood of jizz spurting from the pig's fat dick. She plastered everything in sight, thankful she hardly had any important gear in there. It wasn't long before a trace of something solid bulged its way back up her deeply pulsing shaft. A clank of metal came as she shot the used bracelet out across the room on a jet of cream, but there was more. The pressure built behind the softened, slightly liquefied skull of the toothy shark she'd glorped in her nuts until it blasted out like a grand finale, raining down with a noisy clatter somewhere in the puddle that filled the whole room.

She was quick to retrieve her trophy, even after a cumshot like that. Her dick was still going, still flexing out the occasional spurt as that ongoing swine orgasm carried on. It was going to be doing that for a good half hour. Anna was used to moving on and ignoring it after the initial peak. She clutched that bony visage of the digested shark and gave it a little smooch.

"Mwah. All mine!"

Before she could rest, the sound of hooves approached her. They were heavier than her own. A shadow spoke to her as the pig stood drenched in her own jizz, sweating and panting alike. Despite the state of her, Anna paid full attention to the speaker.

"Well done. A fitting end to her vanity. And I have found you someone new. Come with me to your workshop when you are ready - and don't mind the mess."

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As the footage went dark, or the moments simply faded, Carmen sat back to lick her lips. She was soaked in the remnants of her own lust, and finally satisfied after rubbing out half a dozen orgasms at least just to the carnal sights of supernatural indulgence she'd just witnessed. While her job was supposed to be alerting the team to any unusual activity, she certainly hadn't been performing her duties, undressed and drenched, panting and rumbling alike. Yet she didn't worry about losing her job. Her real boss, her demonic mistress, was watching her through one of those cameras.

Shirazi would be ever so pleased with all the footage the lioness helped collect. Maybe soon they'd have a little movie marathon together, just the two of them. Or maybe a little party with all the surviving members of the team, whether they were corrupted, possessed, or simply wicked all along. They were a new kind of family now. Halloween always brought out the best in everyone.