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"Justice is at hand." You declared, flaring your angelic wings behind you and raising your golden sword at the sneering demonic fennec before you.

You knew better than to let his short stature fool you - this was a powerful demon, and one you would not underestimate. You would make his banishment to the abyss swift and decisive.

He aught to look more afraid, you thought to yourself as wisps of smoke began to rise from the tips of his ears.

"Very well. You've cornered me." He said, tapping a clawed foot on the cold floor of the abandoned castle where you'd tracked him down. "I see no point in running. Perhaps I can make you an offer instead."

You scoffed and stepped forward, blade in hand, his corrupt schemes falling on deaf ears. He seemed to ignore you, even being so arrogant as to turn his back and channel a spell. You raised your guard as a tiny portal opened before him, and he casually reached in and retrieved some kind of... plush toy.

"You can have this." He said, showing it to you. It was a little thing of soft purple cloth, a stitched smile fixed permanently on its face. Your angelic senses could tell that it was foul, as corrupted as the demon who stood before you.

"And why, foul creature, would I care to have that?" You asked, raising your sword as you advanced.

"Aw, well that's a little rude. Look him in the eyes and tell him he's not adorable." He said, lifting it up and giving it a shake.

Your eyes flicked back to its, and you stopped. While the rest of the toy seemed to be indistinguishable from any other plush toy, its eyes seemed impossibly deep, shimmering with a red malice that you couldn't quite pin down.

The demon's grin widened, and he tossed the plush to you, underhand.

In your surprise, you reached out and caught it by the neck. Its eyes seemed a little brighter up close. Your senses were overwhelmed by the evil presence within it, and yet you found it impossible to look away, transfixed by what was within it. It felt like... a soul?

The eyes flashed, and your vision spun and tunneled. A trick!

You tossed the foul thing to the ground as your vision returned to normal, and-

You... were staring at yourself. The angelic body that was undoubtedly you had you by your neck, and was dangling you helplessly off the ground. You couldn't move, entirely powerless to struggle from its- your grip.

That's when you noticed the eyes. Your own eyes were gone, replaced by a pair of bright red ones, smirking down at you with smug contempt.

The angel gave you a little shake, and you head lulled forward. If you could move at all, you would have screamed as the realization hit you.

You, a powerful angel of justice, were sealed inside the body of a plush toy.

Behind you, the demon broke out into laughter. You heard him approaching, but couldn't do anything but stare at the angelic sheep holding you by your neck.

"Amazing! An angel of justice fooled by a little plushie." He said, between bouts of laughter. Carelessly, he plucked you from your body's grip and dangled you by your head, face pressed up to yours, leaving you fully aware of how powerless you truly were. Every instinct in your body moved to pull you away, and yet you could do nothing to avoid the demon's gaze, his breath, his awful laughter.

"Well. How's the new body feel, Plush?" He asked, glancing back to your previous form. You watched it stretch and yawn, glancing over itself and flapping its wings experimentally.

"...Dirty." It finally concluded, getting a cackle from the demon. "Well, that's fine. We've got a lot of work to do on it, after all." He said, as the thumbs on both his handpaws began to glow. "First thing's first..."

He pressed the searing hot digit into the forehead of your soft new body, and for once you were glad you couldn't scream. Simultaneously, he did the same to your real body, and you felt a rush of nausea wash over you, before it faded as quickly as it came.

The demon flicked your old body's nose, and you winced - internally, of course - as you felt it, just as if it had happened to you.

He smiled.

"Alright Plush. On your knees." He ordered, and your old body - Plush, as it was now being called, to your disgust - eagerly dropped to its knees. The demon was still dangling you by your head as he reached down and rubbed your fuzzy face into his demonic sheath, smothering you in a powerful scent that seemed to cling to you.

He pulled you away as a drop of something sticky landed on your head, and you watched as his aroused cock, dripping with pre, towered over you.

Then, making sure you could see it all, he grabbed the sheep-angel by the horn and dragged it close, pushing his dick into its eager mouth. You shook as the taste overwhelmed your senses, and wished for nothing more than the ability to close your eyes as the sheep happily licked, kissed, and sucked that demonic dick.

And you felt every last little touch. Every little taste, every kiss felt as if it was your doing.

You were thankful the demon didn't seem to last very long, suddenly gripping Plush's horn tight and yanking himself balls deep. Your mind swam at the intense sensation of taking something that large all the way to the base, as a hot, fuzzy, corrupting feeling began to fill your belly.

You could still feel yourself sucking on it, licking it, eagerly swallowing down every drop of that corrupting cum.

"Theeere we go. That aughta feel a little more comfy, huh Plush?" The demon asked, pulling his dripping dick from the sheep's mouth.

"Mhmm." The sheep hummed in agreement, rubbing at its belly and sighing contentedly. Casually, the demon lifted you up, gave you another smile, and then lowered you again to wipe himself off on your face.

---

That night, the demon - Alkario, you learned his name was - sent out the Plush in your old body to go out and "have some fun." You were seated on the demon's fuzzy lap, feeling him casually stroke your ear between his fingers. At complete random, you'd start to feel your body - your old body - begin a new sexual encounter. Nothing was off limits, and you felt it all.

You only hoped it was mortals using you. Though, judging by the warm, tingly feeling they left in your belly sometimes, you knew that wasn't always the case.

There had to be some escape. Some way out of this situation. Surely someone would notice and angel doing what you were doing and realize your mission had gone awry. You wouldn't be trapped in this form forever.

Alkario yawned.

"Well, no reason Plush gets to have all the fun." He said, grabbing you by the ears and rubbing your face into his hefty, warm, fuzzy sheath again. You realized with dread that you weren't even trying to move yourself anymore - you were just letting him use you like the toy you'd been sealed in.

You knew that not resisting the demon's influence would only make it stronger, but you couldn't stand the humiliating futility of trying to move and being unable.

Fully aroused, Alkario lifted you up and spread your little plushie legs apart. You realized, with horror, what he was going to do, just as he did it.

He slid deep inside you, effortlessly. His cock was so large compared to your tiny body, it went all the way up to your throat. He just speared you on it and let you sit for a bit, grinning down at you and admiring his handywork. Then, he gripped you tightly, and began to rub you up and down his length.

The feeling was otherworldly. You were being completely filled with demon cock over and over again, and every thrust was so overwhelming you were certain you would have passed out if you were in your real body.

He smirked down at you as he used you, fueling an anger inside you at the humiliation you were feeling. You were going to slaughter this demon the second you got your old body back.

Something brushed against your lips.

Oh Gods, no. Not now.

Somewhere, you other body was kissing something big and hot. You prayed they weren't going to-

The dick pushed into your phantom mouth, and your consciousness grew fuzzy. Whatever your real body was sucking on, it belong to something powerful and pure evil. The thrusts were off-sync with Alkario's, and as your phantom lips kissed and wrapped slightly further around something bulbous and hard with every thrust, you felt something snap.

You were floating in a sea of unstoppable, hot pleasure. Alkario's dick was bigger than your whole body and it alone was enough to snap your mind in two. Whatever your current body was sucking was much of the same.

When the knot slipped past your phantom lips and your real body's belly began to swell with corruptive cum, Alkario pushed you all the way down and began to fill your new belly with a sea of the stuff. It turned the ocean of pleasure you were trapped in into a fuzzy haze that was too much for your immortal mind to comprehend.

The last thing you remembered was hearing Alkario's sigh, and feeling him beginning to pull out of you.

---

You weren't sure how long you'd been trapped. Alkario kept you on his throne, in his bed, always within reach. He had an insatiable libido, and you received all of it, every day.

He would just pluck you up, turn you over a few times as he picked which hole he was going to use - your mouth, your ass, one of your ears - and then he'd use you like the powerless toy you were.

Every corrupted load made your mind a little cloudier. At first, you felt like you were awake all the time, trying to think of some escape. As the days went by, as your mind and body and soul were flooded with demonic fennec cum over and over, you just... stopped. Most days, you would just lay there, waiting for your owner to pick you up again.

You'd started to look forward to it.

Sometimes you'd see your old body. Alkario had been corrupting it, bit by bit, reshaping it to match his image. Your soft, angelic white wool had been turned black. Your eyes shone with a red malice, your horns ended in softly glowing purple. It took a long time to fully corrupt it, but Alkario didn't mind. He enjoyed it.

Many nights were spent sitting on his lap as he poured corruptive demon essence into your old body. Sometimes it was that body he'd fill with corrupting cum; those holes he'd use to relieve himself. It didn't really matter to you which he used. You felt it all anyway.

Alkario picked you up, and you waited with anticipation as he turned you over a few times. He lifted your left ear and felt around inside it, humming softly as he found it still soaked with his seed. He checked the other, and then lined up his dick with the entrance.

All at once, he pushed his cock through your head, and you melted. He started talking to someone as he rubbed himself off with you, though your mind was too scrambled by his dick to make out any of the words.

Too quickly, he hilted himself in you and spurted another thick, creamy load between your ears. You sank into the fuzzy, corruptive pleasure as he pulled out of you and wiped himself off on your face, then set you aside.

"What do you think, my little angelic cum rag? Are you all done?" He asked.

He was speaking to you. You didn't understand why. Toys didn't speak. They didn't do anything except what their owners wanted them to do.

"Hehe. Perfect." He said, picking you back up and giving you a little shake. The cum between your ears sloshed around your empty, plush-filled head, and you faded back out a little.

You found yourself face to face with the sheep again. They had locked eyes with you, and you felt Alkario's grip release as they grabbed hold of you.

Your perspective changed. You were looking down at the plush, stained with cum, its eyes glowing red once more. You drooled on yourself as you stared at it, uncomprehending. Your body was so warm, so fuzzy, so... full.

"Slut. Look at me." Alkario commanded. You didn't move. Toys didn't move.

"Wonderful." He growled, hooking a finger under your chin and pulling your gaze up to his. His eyes swirled with color as he stared deep into you. You didn't react. You didn't even feel a change.

His hands closed around your horns and he pulled your face into his lap. You didn't react at all as he started fucking your face, merely content to be used like the toy you were.