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There was something in the basement. He might have said someone, but the sounds coming from down there hardly seemed to belong to any sort of person. Nor could he recognize what type of animal it might have been. Ian peeled himself from the sanctuary of the covers and let the cool air assault him from every side. He was still figuring out the heating system in his new home. All the more reason to descend the stairs to the room below, but he was in no rush to investigate.

It scratched, it scraped, it seemed to breathe and hum all at once. Sometimes he thought it sounded like it had a voice, singing away in the dark. Other times, he thought he heard a throaty growl. He wondered if he ought to call someone. Maybe even the police. A glance at his phone on the bedside table revealed it had slipped from its charger again while he slept. The coyote silently cursed the cheap cable as he picked the thing up and tried to turn it on, only to be confronted by a low battery alert and then a blank screen.

The lights weren't working either. The despair he felt when he flicked the switch and nothing happened wasn't fear so much as it was frustration. They'd assured him everything was new in there, that there were no wiring or plumbing issues. Yet there he was, experiencing problems before he'd fully unpacked his boxes. The frustration was enough to nearly make him forget about the possibility of an intruder. Though it sounded much more likely to be a wild animal than a person, not that such a thought brought him much comfort.

Maybe it was stupid, but he needed to know what was down there. He felt compelled. Retrieving a flashlight from a half-unpacked box of assorted tools and other useful things, he set off down the hall in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and a narrow beam to guide him. He still didn't know his own home well enough to navigate in the dark. Everything seemed strangely unfamiliar as he counted the doors to the basement. Spare bedroom, office, bathroom ... and then another. He couldn't remember ever noticing that one before.

It made no sense. That was an outside wall. There was no way there was a room there. Maybe it was just a closet he'd somehow never seen on his journeys up and down the hall. He would have opened it to investigate, but he hesitated. Reaching out his hand towards the nondescript brass knob filled him with a sense of inexplicable dread, as if simply touching that unexpected door would have been the worst idea he ever had. He backed away instead. The basement wasn't far. Maybe he could find out what was making that infernal scratching sound at last.

Of course the light there didn't work either. He stepped slowly down the creaking wooden stairs, casting the flashlight beam ahead of him, scanning through the dark. There was nothing down there but for boxes of things to be kept in storage. That, and the old mirror he'd moved down there. It was covered in a sheet, but still caught some of his light to reflect back when he cast his beam across it.. The silvery thing came with the house. He'd taken one look at it and quickly decided it wasn't really his style when he moved in, and promptly brought it down to the basement. That was where the scratching was coming from.

He spoke another curse under his breath when he realized that. Was it infested with something? He didn't see how something so narrow could have anything inside it, but he approached anyway. It wasn't as cold down there as it was in the rest of the house. In fact, he was starting to feel rather warm, rubbing at his cheek with his free hand, letting a huff escape his lips. Reaching for the sheet that covered the mirror briefly filled him with the same sense of morbid dread he'd experienced near the new door, but this time he overcame it. A firm yank of the cloth, and he uncovered that gaudy antique to reveal it at last.

As much as he expected something to leap out at him from underneath, he was soon looking at little more than his own reflection. He looked tired, for obvious reasons. Though he had to commend himself for being so well-groomed, even in the middle of the night. Looking closer, the coyote found himself briefly confused by his own unusually feminine appearance. The mirror really seemed to bring out his eyes, not to mention his hips. He'd never seen himself as girly before. It was probably just a weird reflection angle exaggerating his shape. While he considered the disconnect between what he saw and how he imagined himself, the dangling lightbulb flicked back on.

He turned around to look at it as if that was unexpected. Just a brief power interruption then, but still a concern. The bulb buzzed as it slowly swayed back and forth as if on a silent breeze. He still felt warm. It all seemed quiet again, so he turned off his flashlight and got ready to head back upstairs for some sleep. He could figure out what had been making that noise in the morning. Yet just as he stepped beneath the naked, swinging bulb, it gave a sudden fzzzt and then violently shattered above him, raining broken glass across his bare back while he yelped and shielded his head.

At least it didn't seem to cut him, but he was left in the dark once more. The sound was back. It scraped and scratched just to his left, from somewhere in the corner of the basement. He fumbled with his flashlight, his hands suddenly shaky as he tried to squint in the utter darkness for a hint at what was there. Even when he got his light back on, it rapidly flickered, strobing chaotically as he tried to illuminate the shadowed figure. Someone was there. How he'd missed them, he had no idea, but he saw a figure then, striped and silver, crouched down in the corner. The sound came from her claws grinding on the brickwork, scraping symbols deep into the walls that he couldn't recognize. When his flashlight beam touched her naked form, she slowly turned her head to look at him.

He mostly saw her smile. There was something wrong with it. Her fangs glinted in the flashing light as he slowly stepped away from the grinning creature. Her eyes burned bright red, illuminating the scrawlings on the wall. To simply perceive them was to be imbued with knowledge the likes of which he'd never begun to imagine. There was so much worse in the world and beyond than he'd dreamed. She emanated the same unspoken hostility as a sleep paralysis demon as she rose up to a half-bent stance, hunching like a werewolf. Ian just kept on backing up as the hyena regarded him from across the room.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" he sharply cried, clutching the flashlight hard enough his arm was stiff with the effort.

She gave no answer. Instead, she shuddered, a long, black tongue falling from her jaws, stretching out to obscene length to coil about her naked body and slathered her curves in her own saliva. He tried not to look.

"What do you want?" came his desperate demand.

"Flesssssh," she hissed, and then burst into shrieking laughter that echoed through his skull as much as the basement itself.

The hysterics rattled her whole form, left her shuddering and spasming as if losing control of her own body. Ian clamped his hands over his ears to try to shut it out. In the process, he backed himself against the mirror. The cold pane of glass was solid at first, but felt wetter as he leaned against it, shrinking away from the cackling lunatic before him. When he closed his eyes, he felt her hand around his throat, but not from the front where she had stood, moments ago. Instead, she grabbed him from behind and pulled him fully backwards, straight through the once-solid mirror, to plummet in her clutches to unknown depths below.

Her voice seemed to come from everywhere as he fell through the nothingness.

"Let go. Let go. The gaze is ever wrongful. We bathe in the rituals of our fathers. There's something deeper in you. A better self, aching to be born. I will reach in and take it, no matter how you scream."

The worst part about her rambling was that for just a moment, he thought she was making sense. Pure mortal terror overrode such considerations soon enough. He fought with her grip, at the same time knowing if she dropped him, he might spiral out into infinite darkness. Only when they came crashing down into some hellish bedroom did she let him go. Red streamed in through the windows, making the familiar surroundings seem unfamiliar. That was his bedroom, down to every detail, but now he had to share it with a demon.

He didn't know how he could tell that was what she was. Nor did understand how her name could simply appear in his head like that. Shirazi. A name that invoked awe and horror alike. He'd never met her before, certainly not. Yet to know she was there, it was like he'd always known her. She'd been following him his entire life, haunting him like a shadow. Whatever she planned to do to him, she'd been waiting for it for a long, long time.

With her hands around his throat, he could only assume the worst. She wasn't strangling him, but he knew his life relied upon the whims of a demoness. Any moment, and he'd be gone. Instead, she drew her tongue along the back of his head. He could hear the saliva splattering over his fur. It made him shudder, despite the warmth. Her hands drifted from his neck to roam his body, taking greedy gropes of him all over, working from his chest, down his sides, into his belly, along his ribs. Nothing was safe from him, especially not the bulge in his shorts. She gripped that loosely, bouncing it in her palm a few times. The spitting hiss that escaped her was packed with disapproval.

"An archaic device," she harshly said, before latching her fangs onto one of his ears, dropping her voice into something that might have been meant to be seductive, but came off more sickly. "Your flesh craves a real beast deep within you. You have felt it all your life, hurting, waiting, knowing you have always been my sweet, whimpering coyotess."

Ian's breath caught in his throat as he heard that. What was she going to do to him? All of a sudden death didn't seem like the worst alternative. She groped him a few more times, curling a finger under the bulging shape of his balls to press down firmly on his taint. The merciless pressure directly to his pleasure button was enough to make him whimper, just like she said. For all the fear he might have felt, she knew how to touch him just right to make his body experience all kinds of sensations. She was going to turn him on, despite everything that told him he should have been fighting and struggling for his life. Instead, he was frozen, awed and horrified all at once while she massaged her way up along his belly all the way to his chest.

"Flat. Featureless. We can do so much better than that, dear yote."

She squeezed him hard enough he thought she might stop his heart. He clutched at her wrists but no matter how much he tugged, he couldn't get her to let go. Pushing his back against her chest squished her bosom against him while he struggled with her, but that didn't affect her any. She gripped, and she even seemed to twist, eliciting a yelp from his lips. He clenched his teeth and fought with her, but he could tell she was so much more powerful than him. Whatever she intended to happen was going to happen.

When she drew her hands away, he felt a strange lurch of weight, as if his lungs had grown heavy. Maybe it was because he forgot to breathe the entire time. Huffing out, he puffed his chest with the process of exhaling and inhaling rapidly, nearly hyperventilating in fright. That was when he realized where the extra heft had come from. He reached up to grasp his chest in shock, finding himself palming a double-handful of truly impressive breasts that simply seemed to appear upon his body. His cheeks went immediately blazing hot at the touch of those squishy, ample mounds. They were sensitive.

"Show us," she snarl-snickered, at the same time an aggressive bark of noise as it was a shuddering laugh.

He didn't get a chance to protest, to cry out, to demand to know what she'd done to him before she grabbed him by the shoulders and whirled him around. There was nowhere to look but into her eyes as she gave him a lustful stare. Losing himself in her gaze for too long made him feel like his brain was spinning inside his skull, so he glanced away to instead catch a good look at her growing cock. How he'd managed to miss such a considerable shaft like that was anyone's guess. The pitch black spire stood up as a tall, solid tower of lustful flesh, already twitching, already putting out a generous helping of precum that glistened in the red light streaming through the windows.

"I want you, Ian. I want you how you really are."

"Please just don't hurt me, god, please, I don't even know what's happening, this isn't real ..."

"Oh it's real," she cackled. "It's all. So. Fucking. Real."

The last word came as a demonic shriek as she tackled his screaming self to the bed. He cried out and struggled madly, but no matter how much he kicked, she never seemed to flinch. She wasn't normal. As much as she might have looked like an anthro in general shape and size, she was something worse. She overpowered him as easily as breathing, sitting a heavy rump on his belly so her sleek cock pointed directly at his cleavage. There she hovered for a time, squeezing one of his tits with one hand, stroking her dick with the other. Tugging the dark skin up and down around the throbbing head brought forth an otherworldly musk, a sweet silver scent that invaded his senses well enough to dull the fear.

"Through silent gates we walk ... never knowing the mirror's lies ..." she murmured, seemingly more to herself than anything.

She was as confusing to listen to as she was terrifying to watch. Her body shivered as if she was barely in control of it. Her hips pumped and jabbed at the air, laying splashes of her dripping pre all over the swell of his new bosom. The warmth alone was enough to make him suppress a moan. He bit his lip as he fought back what would have felt like some sort of admission. He couldn't let her know he derived even the slightest hint of enjoyment from her vicious attack. Even when he couldn't deny to himself how incredible it felt to have a pre-slick demon cock sliding up between the tits she'd given him. She buried herself balls-deep in his cleavage and let her pulsing cock spurt its juices on his chin and throat, flexing with desire snug between his breasts. The urge to reach up and squeeze them together around her shaft tempted him. In the end she went ahead and did that for him.

There was no suppressing the yips and gasps that escaped him while she squished his tender breasts in both hands. They were sensitive enough it felt like she could have made him cum just from rubbing them enough. His arousal was undeniable. He couldn't fight it. Soon, he was sporting more and more of a bulge while she titfucked him on his own bed, whooping and hollering with devilish delight. He might have thought someone in his neighbourhood would hear her, but he was pretty sure there was nothing resembling a neighbourhood out there anymore. It was only him and her, somewhere through the mirror, locked in sloppy struggle-sex as she made good use of his altered body.

There was another voice beside her own. It whispered in the back of his mind, nagging at him to simply forget all about his token resistance. There was nothing fighting back was going to accomplish. It would have been so much easier to simply relax himself, and let the pleasure spread throughout his entire body. His lower lip quivered. He scrunched up his face and squinted at her, yet still perceived her nightmare visage clearly. She'd made a sloppy mess out of his chest, and his face in the process, but there was still so much mess to come. Her scent was clinging to him, marking him, claiming him as her own with that unnameable dose of demonic pheromones. It was enough to nearly make him drool.

Her strokes turned more savage, more manic. She thrust her cock deeply between his new breasts until they were utterly slathered with the juices gushing from her tip. That was all just a sample, a warning of the drenching she was about to give him. It started with a distinct twitch of her tail, then spread down to her taint, to her fat nuts. He felt them pumping against the underside of his bust while her cock quivered in his cleavage. Closing his eyes was hardly adequate preparation. He heard her snarl her way through an audibly splurching cumshot, and then he found himself drowning in her essence, in the richly hot coating of demon seed pouring from within her.

She came all over his face until his features were little more than a white mask of cream. It poured down his cheeks. It got in his mouth, his nose, even his ears. The rest, she gleefully splattered on his naked breasts, creaming them from top to bottom like they were her canvas. He was painted, soaked, drenched in her scent down to the skin, and still she jerked her cock to milk out every single drop she still had all pent up in her balls. It flowed in rivers. It cascaded over the edge of the door. For a time, there was little sound in the room but for the dripping of fresh spunk, and the demon's satisfied panting. Then she spoke once more.

"So serene beneath the waves. You look good like this." She giggled, a sound so oddly normal it was all the more unsettling for it. "The appetizer pleases me. The main course calls."

It was still alarming to him how well he could follow the meaning of her babble. From that he gleaned that she was hardly done with him. A sudden surge of fear filled him with the adrenaline needed to desperately fight with her, swinging his hands at her face. Nothing ever seemed to be more than a glancing blow. Eventually she snapped at him and caught his hand between her teeth with surprising precision. It didn't hurt, but it kept him from tugging free. She licked his palm and nibbled his fingers while she reached a hand up the leg of his undergarments, toying with his balls and sheath alike. Her words came clearly even with her mouth full.

"To know ourselves we must be dragged to Abaddon. The skin we shed is what chained us. I see it in the shapes. We'll break it down to the dampest touch together. Sweet, primordial communication."

That pang of arousal he felt was different somehow. It didn't make him harder. If anything, it made him feel like he was softening under her attention, but not because he was any less aroused. In place of throbbing, there came a sense of warmth, and after that, wetness. It was enough to make him squirm, to make him slide his legs back and forth along the bed until there came the unexpectedly shocking sensation that came with her pushing two fingers deep inside him. He gasped as he watched the demoness' eyes light up with wicked glee. She'd stayed true to her word, and made a lovely coyotess out of Ian.

He wondered if he was even he anymore. The hyena had given him a new body, a new sex. It flexed inwards with the rising need Ian felt, clenching around those deeply-inserted digits. She felt good to think, in ways she never would have expected. Shirazi stripped the single piece of clothing from the coyote's body and tossed it aside in shreds, fully exposing that naked pussy to her whims. Ian tried to shield it, tried to close her thighs, to cover herself up with a palm, but the hyena refused. A lunging snap of her jaws in the coyote's face was persuasion enough to keep Ian from protecting herself any longer, but Shirazi still wasn't satisfied.

"I'll drag you back in shackles. Exonerate me and you will understand what you were missing."

For once she was speaking more than nonsense. Those shackles were literal, leaping from the walls to bind Ian around the wrists and ankles. They moved at her command, following the demon's casual gestures to spread the coyote into a vulnerable X. She fought against the bondage, but succeeded in nothing but rattling the chains that held her. At least the cuffs themselves were soft and cushy around her naked limbs. Shirazi was considerate like that. So too was she thorough, withdrawing her fingers from Ian's fresh new cunt so she could slip her head between the coyote's thighs, breathing hotly over that lust-steaming pussy that ached for touch, no matter how much Ian wanted to deny it.

"Woke the same as any other day to learn that you were a liar," the demon rumbled in a bassy voice that vibrated right through the coyote's sex. "What other secrets shall I taste within you?"

Ian didn't get a chance to protest anymore. She lost her voice in pure wailing ecstasy when Shirazi plunged her tongue inside her. The demon showed no mercy, burying herself deep, muzzle kissing firmly to those glistening lips. Making out with the coyote's new cunt, she granted pleasure bordering on agonizing while Ian screamed in her shackles, thrashing her way through the demonic cunnilngus session. What had the demon done to her? Her body wasn't hers anymore, transformed with such ease, her self stolen away from her - and yet the sensations were more than simple pleasure. They were what she'd longed for, for so very long.

With a generous dose of lusty juices pouring into Shirazi's mouth, Ian had to admit at the very least that the hyena knew how to make her feel good. She arched her back where she lay bound, shutting her eyes tight to focus purely on what she felt. The demon ate her out until the juices were pouring down Shirazi's chin, soaking into her silver fluff while she drove the coyote to the edge of clenching orgasm. That release trembled close, but never quite came, aching between her thighs with heated need that left her bucking, grinding, rubbing against the hyena's muzzle and then humping the air when the demon wickedly withdrew.

"No ..." came Ian's whimper. The cruellest thing she could imagine was being denied an orgasm with her new body when she was ever so close.

Shirazi slapped a palm firmly atop that juicy pussy, hissing her seductive speech.

"Your womb cries out for me in dulcet tones. Do you hear its song? It begs to breed, to make something more of us ... to carry the flame of demon seed ..."

She drooled slightly in the process of speaking those words to Ian. The coyote simply shook in her bondage, whimpering for the demoness. She would take it, would accept anything as long as it meant she got to experience the release she'd craved her entire life. If she had to carry demonspawn as a result, it was worth it. Shirazi wasted no further time. She draped her silky self across the newly-made coyotess, clutching her close until they could meet in a deep kiss. Ian tasted herself on the demon's tongue as she felt the hyena slip inside her. It was a swift, smooth motion, spreading her open around the many glossy inches of black girth that entered her aching tunnel. There was new virginity within her, created and then taken away all in one encounter, and Ian couldn't have thought of anyone better to take it.

Swallowing the thick demon tongue in her mouth, she sucked and drooled with the hyena as she felt the first thrust shaking up her spine. Every new sensation sent her nerves ablaze, radiating outwards until she could feel the demon's strokes in her fingers, in her toes, in the back of her head as tingles danced outwards from every thump and drive. Shirazi wasn't gentle, no matter how new to getting her pussy fucked Ian might have been. The first few seconds were smooth, but it wasn't long before she was pounding deep, thudding the coyote down into her own bed while a pair of extra plump demon nuts smacked wetly to the soaking lips of that needy cunt.

Ian swallowed the demon's cackling laughter as they made out through the sloppy breeding session. Cum trickled down her cheeks, down her breasts. It smeared across Shirazi's own fur as she squished their bodies together, fully pinning Ian down as if that was at all necessary. The coyote wasn't struggling anymore. If she could raise her legs she might have wrapped them around the hyena between her thighs. Instead, she was left all stretched out, fully exposed to that hellish lust, a sleek black dick pumping in and out of her heated sex while the juices of their mating poured down the inside of her legs. The blaze within her told her that every single thrust brought her that much closer to carrying a demon's spawn, and she could think of nothing she craved more, no matter the consequences.

A sloppy pop came as Shirazi pulled from that kiss to instead grin over her moaning prey.

"Do you long for my mark inside you?" she quietly asked, barely audible over her nonstop thrusts pounding and smacking away at that tender pussy.

"Ahhfffff ... ahhhfff ... fuck ... I ... Shiraziiii ..." came Ian's whined response between shuddered breaths.

A pleased giggle escaped the demoness and she laid her head down beside Ian's own, licking at that cum-soaked fur. Then came her teeth all of a sudden, latching on to that vulnerable spot, letting Ian feel how sharp those fangs were. She didn't bite down any harder. It was merely a casual threat, an idle display of the power she had over the coyote while she fucked her into the drooling, breedable demon slut she was always meant to be. Those shackles held fast, no matter how much Ian thrashed and shook. The throes of rising awe and pleasure possessed her like a spirit, sending her to spasms, to violent shakes and twitches as her whole body tensed up in anticipation of the squirting release moments away.

In all her demonic glory, Shirazi was sure to sync their orgasms to the very same second. Ian was treated to the richly heated sensation of the hyena's cum shooting straight inside her womb at the very same moment as she gushed for that sweet demoness. She bucked up and down beneath the striped beast while she soaked them both in the juices of her first pussy orgasm, in the splattered release of pleasures long since anticipated, but never yet realized. All the while, she took spurt after spurt of sweltering spunk within her waiting womb until she started to swell to pregnant-like proportions from the sheer volume getting pumped from her fat balls, overwhelming her burning breeding urge with dousing satisfaction.

She knew she was the demon's, knocked up and sloshing with that lustful offering. It drenched her skin as much as it did her womb. She bathed in the scent as she panted for the hyena, still twitching, still squirming with toe-curling delight. Shirazi seemed to read her mind, moving in for another kiss, this one a softer, more passionate one. It was the least she could do to give thanks to the creature who'd so generously transformed and impregnated her, just like she was always meant to do. How did she know how much happier Ian would be as a big-titted breeding bitch for the lustful demoness? She felt no fear, no distrust of the wicked creature any longer. Nothing but affection radiated off of her for the gift she'd been granted.

Those shackles finally fell. They clanked to the floor, suddenly detached from their invisible supports. Shirazi licked Ian's neck one more time and then rose to slowly withdraw her cock from within those flooded depths. She took her time, inching slowly back with an extended squelch of excess juices. All the while, she ran her hands up and down the coyote's new form, lightly squeezing those heavy breasts, massaging along the gravid swell of spunk splashing around within her stretched, bloated womb. Ian could feel it taking in that very moment. She could only wonder how many half-demons she was going to have.

That would have been ownership enough, but Shirazi wasn't satisfied just yet. She lifted the coyote up, carefully cradling her to drag her over into a soft, stripey lap. There Ian sat, getting groped from behind, affectionately handled and humped at the same time. Shirazi brought her hands to the coyote's throat, and for a brief moment there was doubt in Ian's mind. Maybe she wasn't safe with that snickering lunatic. The hyena was certainly excited about something, but it wasn't any sort of harm being done. Instead, she simply stroked Ian's neck until the coyote felt the sudden gentle clamp of something leather binding around her throat,seemingly from nowhere.

The collar had no clasp. It was an unbroken binding around her neck, tagged with a silver inscription he couldn't read from that angle. She took Ian by the head and turned her to one side to gaze at herself in the mirror - that same mirror, gilded and ancient, reflecting for the first time a vision of the body she'd given Ian. The coyote felt herself growing warm, blushing, even getting briefly emotional just to see how beautiful she looked like that, transformed and knocked up by the savage creature.

She felt newly energized, powerful, and absolutely, deeply corrupted with the inner madness that lurked inside the demon's mind. There were so many new things she could do. So many terrible things she understood at last. When she squinted to read the words upon her collar, she caught a glimpse of the light red gleam within her eyes, mingling with the natural brown. A little taste of corruption, just for her. She was something slightly more than mortal after just one night with a demon inside her.

When she managed to make out what was written on her new eternal accessory, she just weakly laughed.

MINE

Nobody was going to know what that meant but the two of them. That suited Ian just fine. She tugged at it curiously, but found it firmly in place. It looked like she was just going to have to get used to it. If she wanted to find a way to show her appreciation, she had a method right there, dripping and glistening in the crimson light, coated in the juices of their mating. She prostrated herself before the dark goddess and wrapped her lips snugly around that slathered shaft. Getting her off one last time wasn't the goal. Instead, she sucked and slurped her way up and down those sloppy inches to help clean them up as best she possibly could. Aside from all the saliva she added in the process, anyway.

The hyena softly clutched the coyote's skull while she got her cock sucked in tribute. Ian might have worshiped it all night if only the demon let her. She mashed the taste into her senses and let it stay there, deeply imprinted upon her tastebuds. It was enough to make her drool on herself, just savouring the heated flavour of demon musk and lust alike. And a little sample of herself, as well. She felt the seed stirring within her while she serviced her dark new mistress, sliding her tongue up and down over every detail, every vein, tucking it into the loose skin around the tip to make sure she got absolutely every last trace of the sensory overload sustaining her ongoing delirium of desire and adoration.

She sucked until she was breathless, thoughtless, eyes rolled back as the hyena gently pushed at her forehead to make her withdraw. Shirazi rose then with a parting slurp to Ian's forehead, stepping back towards the mirror while the coyote gasped her way back to relative coherence once more. The demoness spoke through her interlocked fangs, playfully snarling her parting words.

"I will always find you. Your inner self cried and clawed for release. Now you shall slobber for me whenever I wish, as the woman you are. Just like you always wanted, in the shadow-thoughts you fought forever."

She blew a kiss and fell backwards into the mirror, tipping like a statue. Moments later, she was gone, and so too was the mirror. The red haze began to fade from the outside, returning to early morning light. Ian wanted to say something to her, anything, but she could only faintly moan and rub her body, admiring the shapes she'd been given, listening to the gentle slosh of her bloated womb, ready to spawn something dark. Her body didn't revert back to its previous form in Shirazi's absence. That was how she was going to stay, forever. And she wanted nothing more.

Part of her wondered if she was truly back in her own world, or if she needed to step back through the mirror to accomplish that. Such pondering could wait for another time. There was nothing she wanted more in the world but to rest, at last. She tipped over and sprawled herself across her bed, not even managing to reach the pillow before she passed out to dream of sweet demon dickings all over again. Her fur and bed were soaked in Shirazi's scent, her womb was claimed, her body had grown to something proud and bountiful, and she truly had the most wonderful sleep she'd ever had, knowing her demonic encounters were far from over. Shirazi would find her through the mirror whenever she wanted her. Her newly-discovered needs would not go unfulfilled.