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"Back, foul devil!" he cried, holding forth a bent cruxifix--Lord Jesus melted by the flames of the world's combined passions. He was a pastor, sure as the suit he wore on his body, and he must have had the delusion of saving lives even now, in this sordid state. I undid his top two buttons, and caressed him, laughing.

"The Lord Sayeth--"

"No." I interjected, putting a claw to his lip. Smiling, I knelt, and picked up one of the many broken fragments--shining, blue, reflecting white clouds and rays of light. Like a slice of pie, I put it in my mouth and chewed, until it was gone. Then, I stooped and for the second time that day, did my sweet business before his feet in flames.

"Do you know what that was?" I smiled, licking my black foxy lips, and standing up, wagging the poop off the underside of my tails in cinders. "That was a piece of Heaven I just had."

"What lies are these?" he spoke, still trying to hold onto his religious fervor even just a second more, as he saw in my eyes that I wasn't kidding, and fear built in his as he looked up, and saw the broken, smouldering sky drop down a few more pieces.

"Heaven collapsed. No one believed in it, because they wanted Hell as a paradise, instead of a pit." I answered, opening my lovely leg lips and stretching their riblike teeth, which I firmly enclosed around his waist and backside, emprisoning him in 'preacher' position with me.

"Wh-what?" He sputtered, as I messed with his hair, and licked his face with my demon tongue, drenching it in dog drool.

"It's true--I whispered viciously, smiling with triump. It lost its meaning, because so many people used it as an excuse, instead of making it their passion... soooo... the foundations of Heaven burnt down, and it came tumbling, along with good old Father Who Art IN Heaven..."

"What does that mean?!" he gasped, as my cooch sucked off his clothes, pulsating with strong suction and an impetus to fuck, as my umbilicus-tenticals crept up over his naked shoulders, and doused him in special sauces.

"As Nietzche coined it, 'Gott ist tot'," I said firmly, my leg-teeth clenching and unclenching as we got to the good part where I got to enjoy his tasty pubes. My pulsing lips fondled his scrotum, took in his cock and balls, and the connection was made, as the last shreds of his outfit dissolved in my manky fluids. I embraced him tight, and whispered in his ear. "He's probably being eaten right now. Maybe fucked a bit, too, by some of the real weirdos."

"No, no--you're lying, demon--" he said, regaining some of his passion and trying to break free. "I-I rebuke you in the name of G--!"

"Who cares--" I shrugged, grabbing him back and kissing his lips with the end of one of my cords, sealing them with sticky fluids. "He was never around anyway--not like you're missing anything now, except a few rich expletives." I giggled, as steam rolled off our bodies, and the first signs of change struck him as he grew hard in me, my walls clenching and unclenching, as I rubbed my slick dick against his belly with passionate thrusts.

"See, here's the way I see things... you and your friends knew what they wanted--but didn't know how to put it into words, and were too afraid of what you'd think about each other... sooo..... instead, you hid it, and your hiding place just got blown..."

He shook his head, terrified by the sharpness of my tongue--the way I began to take him apart, and put him back together with my hips.

"You... you are a hunter." I deducted, farting, and letting loose a massive shower of clear juices from my cords, which steamed off both our bodies. "You look for people who aren't sure what they want, and you try to make them think like you. In a sense, you eat their soul, take it for your own interests. The more people you eat--the better you feel about yourself, without having to come out as the underdog to your peers..."

I smiled, watching as black fur rippled up his back, and crotch, two lines that slowly began to fill in in patches, one on his backside, one on his front. Small shelves of luminescent gold and silver fungi began to develop on his arms and legs, and about his flank. He cried helplessly through a sticky mask of jism that my pointed cock was excreting to thicken over his sealed lips.

"That ends now, sweetie. You don't have to hide what's already in you--it'll come out--by Hell's firey passions. You just need to learn to be yourself now--be proud--and no more excuses."

I wrapped my arms about him, tweaking his little mushroom shelves with my claws, knocking off spores. It clearly sent him a wave of pleasure, because he thrust his little member deeper into my canal, and I felt my babies kick and murmur inside of me at the visitor they'd sensed approaching. I caressed his buttcheeks, and pinched my nails around the nub of his new tail, helping it to liberate and grow. His butt formed a flap with its underside, like any good canine should have. I stroked it and helped it to elongate, gain thick dark wolf hair, and dusted it with some of his spores for good measures, so that mushrooms grew.

"You're a cute little err... Underdog, I guess." I giggled, as his eyes bulged wide with horror, and his muzzle began to stretch beneath the mask of ropey cum. "I'd keep you as a pet, but I think you'd much prefer to wander and terrorize the weak of faith."

So I gripped his cock tight in my wild cunnie, as it made sloppy wet lip smacking noises and exhaled onto his chest like a mouth, rank odors circulating about. A few of his spores drifted and landed on my shoulders and face, and I ended up plucking mushrooms off my cheek and out of my long blonde hair.

"What a naughty demon you've become!" I scolded, as the upper portion of his head began to grow and deform, shedding his black hair for gold and white aminita spots. His eyes still bulged in horror, but also blushed with arousal, as he tried to hold the gills back from opening, like resisting a particularly stubborn urge to crap. Finally, a wave of pleasure crested over us both that was too much for him, and he let his distinctive new look take hold, eyes rising on feathery blue stalks from a mushroom cap--yellow and wolfish.

"Cute." I muttered, not sexually fond of the snaily vibe his new orbs granted, but slitting his mouth open with one my nails so he could pant with his wolfish tongue, and lick his deadly rows of fangs. "What an absurd creation I've just made," I mouthed, as we both lay down, and he took me for a ride, claws bursting from his digits, ribteeth like my own emerging from his chest to hold me tight, as the changes continued and we fucked the demonic fuck.

His mushroom in me continued to bloom. I'd need to give myself a good douching with coals, later--looking like him might be someone else's thing--but it still wasn't quite mine.

The End.