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It wasn't exactly an exclusive event. From what Snow had seen, it seemed like they were accepting almost everyone inside. The crowd at the door was so big it might have been hours until he saw the dance floor. He really should have come earlier. All wasn't lost though. Thanks to his friend Rio, the cheetah had pretty reliable info about a back door somewhere, totally unguarded. All he had to do was slip in unnoticed and he could skip the whole line.

The bouncer at the front was one of the biggest guys Snow had ever seen. A huge brown bear stood with his arms folded over his burly chest, casting a glare towards anyone who got pushy or impatient. He didn't even have to throw his massive weight around to keep things in order. Snow was pretty sure he saw the bear glance his way when he made his move, might have even made contact with those deeply golden eyes, but the behemoth didn't move to stop him. Snow was free to sneak around the back without trouble.

Creeping away from the crowd, he was happy to see the lion had been right. A red emergency exit was propped open with a brick, subtle enough to be easily missed. With a few glances in each direction to make sure no one was watching, Snow slipped through and found himself standing in the back of the club, where several repurposed rooms had been labelled with new, makeshift signs and the outline of old lettering still showed on the steel walls. It looked more like a factory than a nightclub back there, darkly lit and full of creaking, metallic noises, but the opportunity to meet one of the performers before their big show had the cheetah too excited to be overly nervous.

He wasn't sure what kind of performance it was even supposed to be. All that really mattered was the chance to get a glimpse of a possible celebrity, or maybe even more than a mere look. Rio apparently had the same idea. He promised he'd wait for the cheetah, but he was nowhere to be found. The sound of a muffled voice - followed by a deep, masculine grunt of pleasure from a nearby room distracted Snow from being grumpy. Besides, he didn't have too much to complain about. Sneaking up to a half-open metal door marked “dressing room" and peeking inside told him exactly why the lion was missing.

Sprawled across a big, old couch in a dilapidated semblance of what the room was supposed to be, a huge, long-horned goat sat with his legs spread wide. He needed to make room for that cock of his, and an impressive pair of balls that was only getting bigger with every throb. A glimpse of the lion's familiar tail tuft and his wiggling paws was all Snow got. Most of Rio had already vanished down the goat's dick, dragged in and devoured in a way that didn't look natural at all. Stunned at the mere sight, unable to even process what he was looking at, he did the only thing he could. He closed his eyes. Over the pulse of muffled bass that shook the pipes and gratings around him, Snow shuddered at just how [i]wet[/i] those slurping sounds were, a symphony of shockingly lewd friction that went with Rio being [i]claimed[/i] by the big goat.

One more extended [i]schlurrrp[/i] let Snow hear the juices gushing out around Rio's paws and splashing to the floor. It wasn't cum, just an excess of pre leaking from that bulging shaft. Snow peeked again, catching a last glimpse of the lion descending into the goat's balls. That pair swelled and sagged, hugging around its struggling occupant, clenching up to keep Rio from fighting too much. The huffing, grunting snarls gave a good look at the goat's unnatural fangs. He was huge, visibly powerful, and projecting an aura that left Snow feeling so uneasy he could barely stay on his feet as he slowly backed away from the door, trying not to make a sound.

It didn't matter how silent he was. There was a wall there, and not one that was there before. It had a little give, but mostly it was solid, unflinching mass that Snow backed into. The cheetah squeaked his alarm. He didn't have to turn around to know who it was. The warmth of that huge gut pressed against the back of his head, and the slowly rising rumble could have only been that bear. He didn't flinch when Snow bumped into him. Neither of them moved for a while. Snow listened to the low, steady sound of the bear breathing, leaning against his belly as if for balance. Maybe it wasn't what it seemed. Maybe the bouncer could help him rescue his friend. If it wasn't too late.

Very slowly turning, he gazed up at the bear, finding himself staggered by just how much bigger that man looked from up close. One wrong move and he could have crushed Snow to dust with that much weight. Still, it wasn't going to suffice to just stand there. He did his best to remain calm so he could explain himself.

“Hey! I'm sorry for sneaking in, but I need your help. Something happened to my friend, he's just in there, with someone else, maybe you can - [i]HMMMF![/i]"

The bear made no sign of listening. He stood there, glowering, letting the cheetah get out a few words before he just reached out to take the cat by the face with one of his massive hands. That grip was enough to silence Snow, and to pluck him right up off his feet like a delicate flower. The cheetah kicked at the bulk of his captor, but nothing could stop him from getting dragged through that door and dropped in front of the predatory goat like a gift. Surrounded by huge, strong men, enduring their glares, Snow knew he was in more than the usual amount of trouble.

The goat had such a lecherous grin when he put all those fangs on display. Snow was already starting to get the idea. Fear crept into him in a way it never had before. More than just his body was in danger. He felt a cold, intense sensation in his chest as if their gazes were intruding upon him, scrutinizing him in an intrusive way. Even fully dressed, he felt naked, his posture growing defensive, trying to cover himself up. Eventually, the goat spoke, his raspy voice awash with dark amusement.

“What's this? You're early, cheetah. Looking to join the fun? Can make it a nice cocktail of kitty cream in there."

For emphasis, he manually pulled his balls up tighter around the outline of Rio, to make it clear it was definitely the lion in there, getting squeezed and churned. Snow got a good look at the features of that frightened, overwhelmed expression. Rio wasn't screaming, but he was fighting against his messy imprisonment. Breathing the musk the fanged goat was giving off, with his cock throbbing and leaking so close to the cheetah's face, Snow couldn't even imagine how potent the scent must have been in there. The thought gave him the briefest tingle of something, a little twitch as he considered and then dismissed the horrifying thought.

“I think he owes us both a little more than just a meal, trespassing like that." The bear's voice was as resonant as Snow expected it to be. Every syllable rumbled down the cheetah's spine. “Why don't we make a game of it?"

The goat snorted. “Heh. You and your games. Think I know what you've got in mind, but why don't you go ahead and explain it to our stunned little spotty here?"

Resting a hand on top of the cheetah's head, the bear firmly turned him around. Snow had no choice but to look up at the wall of man in front of him, though meeting the bear's golden stare was impossible. Instead, he kept his gaze down on that huge gut, pressing out from under a shirt that was pulled taut to the massive male's bulk and muscle. Part of him wanted to bump into it again, or at least reach out and touch it, no matter how foolish a decision that would have been.

“There isn't much to explain. Allow me to introduce us, since the mean old goat isn't the sort for manners." Though his gaze remained intimidating, there was a little more warmth in his tone. “I'm Benedict. Ben's fine. That one's Oz."

“Oh, okay," Snow said, simply out of the urge to respond.

“I'll make you an offer. Both of us would very much like that soul of yours. But if you can impress us, and make us forget about that craving, you're free to walk out of here."

Though it required taking a deep breath and mustering up all his courage, Snow managed to object to the terms.

“What about Rio?"

“We'll see," Oz said, with a nasty chuckle. “Got my mind pretty set on turning him to slop. Maybe you'll change my mind though, who knows?"

The couch creaked under the goat's shifting weight when he stood. He was perhaps even taller than Benedict, though not quite as thickly set. Between the two of them, Snow barely counted as a sandwich. He was one step closer from being crushed between them, left to swim in their combined scents. Bathing in their masculine presence made his head spin a little, and his cheeks got a little warmer. Snow almost managed to forget about the precarious situation he and his friend were in until the slosh of the goat's nuts reminded him of the terrible fate awaiting him.

“What ... what do I have to do?"

Oz reached out to grab Snow by hair, tugging the whimpering cheetah back against his own gut. “Do? Eh, don't worry about it, we'll take it from here. Just keep being a pretty bitch kitty while we get these pants off you. I wanna see those spots."

Benedict watched the goat's rough treatment of their captive, and for a moment it looked like he was about to say anything. Then he simply proceeded to strip himself down in front of Snow, a process that seemed to break the rules of physics, if the cheetah could believe his eyes anymore. He didn't pull that shirt over his head, but instead just tugged it right off with a single hand as if it had never been more than a disguise. When he reached down to tug his cock out of his pants, he could easily step out of them, hefting a huge, uncut shaft that about matched the goat's in sheer girth. It was getting firmer, resting atop those thick digits, especially when the bear gave it a few slow strokes, tugging the loose skin up and down over a particularly plump head.

It was already putting out a thick stream of juices before it was even fully hard. Snow felt his mouth watering when he looked at it. He knew he shouldn't have been so easily convinced, but the scent of the demons made him want to taste them so badly. By then, he was certain that was what they were. Benedict's introduction had implied as much, but it was all the more clear simply by the feeling their presence gave him, deep in the pit of his stomach. It was partly terror, but it was also temptation, and the urge to plunge himself into danger and indulgence just to see what would happen.

They didn't even have to force him to take the first slurp. Maybe the looming threat of their presence alone was force enough. He leaned in, and gave the bear's cock a slow lick along the tip, lapping every drop he could get from that slit. The warm, rich flavour left him trembling with excitement by then. He only got a chance to taste it a few times before the goat wrenched him back as if jealous. Oz scooped the cheetah up, grinding his cock against the cat's cute, tight clubbing clothes firmly enough to smear a streak of precum into the fabric. It sank right down to Snow's fur the more the horny goat humped and groped him, marking him. He had to admit he didn't hate the feeling.

Nervous though he was, he tried not to squirm too much when the goat's grabby hands snatched his clothes away. Oz wasn't careful with those things, and Snow was pretty sure he heard a few tears in the seams. It wasn't the worst thing that could happen to him in the clutches of two demons. He was just going to have to accept that loss. Oz easily gripped him by the arm and shoulder to leave him dangling there, stealing the rest of his clothes. That all got tossed aside by the horned one, who got both hands on the cat and pulled him even closer to sniff, and then coarsely lick with a tongue far longer than any goat was ever supposed to have.

Curling and twisting it around Snow's throat firmly enough to choke him left the cheetah struggling again. Oz snorted when he felt those squirms, and easily stopped them just by squeezing the cat in a tight hug more befitting of a bear than a goat. Snow could barely breathe, and the whole time Oz just rubbed his cock against the cheeks of that newly naked butt, or along the curve of the wriggling cat's spine. His growls were every bit as deep as the bear's, too.

“Yeah, come on. Lemme squeeze the purrs out of you. I know you got some cheetah chirps in there for me."

“Will you be sharing, or am I going to have to pry that thing out of your hands?" Benedict didn't sound especially threatening about it. Somehow it was worse to think that the demons were old friends, as best as demons could be anyway.

“I'd fuckin' devour him on the [i]spot[/i] right now ... and wouldn't regret a thing." Oz spoke while breathing in heavy, steaming snorts and puffs of lust. He got himself under control after a few seconds, leering at the bear. “Wouldn't want to deny you your own precious little cocksucker though. I saw the way he went for you. Like he was just going to latch right on just to get another taste of your dick."

“Give him what he wants. We'll see how his soul holds up to it."

The bear took on an even deeper rumble that stimulated Snow from all sides without even touching the bear. When Benedict reached out to take his claim of cheetah, Snow could feel the resonance passing down to the bear's fingertips. It was like an even deeper, more ursine form of a purr, a constant growl of need that sounded [i]hungry[/i]. Snow wasn't without his own appetites. Groped, grabbed, and stripped by two huge, horny men like that, he couldn't help letting his own cock stand up straight and rigid, a constant display of just how much he liked the attention, no matter how much he squirmed. They weren't going to have to force him any more than they already had.

Snow's weight was nothing in the hands of those powerful demons. They moved and shoved him around with such ease he felt as if he was floating at times. It didn't take them long to bend him over between the two of them. He felt his face glazed down along the naked rise of Benedict's gut, until his nose was resting firmly at the base of the bear's dick, and the thick fur there. Snow couldn't help a few more sniffs. He was intoxicated, and he wanted to go even deeper, to get even more mind-blanked by the sinful musk of a huge, masculine demon.

Instead, he got all the taste he'd been craving. Benedict was firm, but careful in the way he cupped his hand under the cheetah's chin and used one of his long, curved claws to pry those lips apart. It could have hurt, if Snow fought against it, but the cat was feeling obedient already. He opened up wide to accept as much as that cock as he could possibly take. The effort strained his jaw and tested his gag reflex before he was even halfway down, but the taste sinking deep into his tongue with every second he spent sucking on that big fat bear dick was all the reward he needed.

Already, his mind was surging with excited, excessive thoughts. What if he just stayed that way forever, and sucked demon cock for the rest of his life? He wasn't sure why he jumped to that conclusion so quickly, but even while the bear pressed deeper and deeper into his throat, the cheetah found himself craving more. He wished his body didn't have such silly limits. Suspended there, bent over, feet far from touching the floor, he could only squirm and [i]glurk[/i] as he struggled to swallow as much bear cock as possible. His focus was diverted, leaving him wiggling like an offering to the goat clutching him by the hips. His swishing, twitching tail didn't remain free for long.

Oz grabbed it and tugged it like a handle, which just made Snow clench up all the tighter against the thick cock prodding at his backside. That didn't matter for the goat, who kept grinding and stroking, rubbing between those spotted cheeks until he had them absolutely glistening with all the precum leaking from that shaft. That some of that excess productivity was surely a result of slowly, messily churning down the lion in the goat's sack was the kind of thing Snow simply had to push from his mind. It was surprisingly easy to forget all about the danger when the tantalizing scent of demon and the pleasure of being stretched and penetrated overwhelmed his senses all at once.

They tested his spine once they really started to fill him, squishing him between their huge bodies, putting their strength on display. Even holding back, they slammed him hard once they were both buried deep inside the cheetah, if not quite as deep as they could go yet. That was all the cat could take, struggling and slobbering on the dick in his mouth while he got his belly bulged by the goat's thick member. The demons were left face to face, suspending the spotted feline between the two of them like a bridge, working their hips in alteration to keep from crushing that poor cat. Muffled mewls and even a few chirps were quickly drowned out by the [i]schlick[/i] of slick shafts sliding into the cheetah's body, and the occasional [i]plap[/i] of those fat, swinging nuts.

Juices were already rolling down Snow's chin and taint from a mere few thumps of those hips. Their pace meant he felt a thrust at every moment, his body trembling. Just when he thought he was about to break - whether it was to suffocate, or simply to pass out from the pleasure of getting fucked right where he needed it, he felt a reserve of strength inside him. Just like that, and it was easier to stretch, easier to go without breathing anything but bear, easier to take them deeper even when it meant getting wrapped around their cocks like a spotty condom. It probably didn't have anything to do with how much they were already filling him with all those corrupting juices, saturating his insides with demonic influence with every spurt.

When he endured, they took him even harder, even faster. From a slow, alternating movement like a piston, they grew in growls and gnashing snarls when they really started to fuck that soft, pretty cat. There was less rhythm, and more force, pumping into him like he was their living toy, making his holes nice and wet for everything they were pumping into him. The cheetah sometimes scrambled or struggled between them when they slammed into just a little too hard, but other times, he was simply purring. He sucked Benedict off as best he could while he got his throat repeatedly swapped and bulged by all that bear dick, and he let that goat fuck his ass and slap his prey-stuffed balls against the cheetah's thighs. At least it felt like Rio was still whole in there, still a distinct outline of a lion. Maybe Snow really could save him if he was a good enough demon slut.

Moaning around that cock like a whore, drooling, shaking, throbbing, the cheetah was the first one to cum. Nobody gave him permission, but they simply fucked it right out him. The taste was part of it, and of course so too was the thick, uncut goat dick grinding on his prostate, pressing his tender button so hard it felt like Oz was going to break it. Instead, it just left the cheetah shivering his way to an orgasm that he couldn't control, one that totally possessed him and forced him to writhe and spasm for the demon studs pounding him. He squeezed the goat's cock hard and sucked as deeply as he could take the bear while he erupted all over the floor in long, thick ropes of cheetah cum, impressing even himself with much mess he made of their paws and hooves alike.

Of course, that growing puddle couldn't compare to the reward they gave him in response, bottoming out inside his flexible body, burying as deep as they could go. Snow felt a pair of balls pressed up against his chin and bulging throat, with his nose mashed deep into the bear's crotch, huffing him. The bulge of lion tapped against the back of his legs when the goat's hips smacked into that spotted butt. He listened to those grunts, growls, and dangerous snarls. They were far from the usual animal noise and moans he expected. Those were dark noises escaping the jaws of the demons, serving as a warning for the sheer volume of hot, potent cum that soon flooded Snow's body.

He couldn't possibly hold it all. One particularly harsh choke was Benedict's cue to pull out and finish his cumshot all over Snow's back, leaving the cheetah to cough his throat clear and drool spunk on the floor. It was several seconds of concerning hacking and coughing until he stopped panicking, though even when he could breathe, he had a bit of a wheeze. And a smile on his face. That taste was never going to leave him, as surely the scent of all the cum marking down his spots wasn't going to wash out.

He could take a little more under his tail, but his belly had its limits. When he was starting to feel swollen and bloated, Oz gave a good yank out, bringing a squeak from the breathless cheetah. The two of them slowly lowered Snow to the ground while they finished all over him. At least they had the courtesy not to drop him, instead laying him out like a blanket atop the pool of combined cum they all made together. He stretched out in out, getting his spots jizzed on, his fur and skin drenched, his own subtle scent all but fully replaced by the mark of the demons. Snow was all but drowning in it, and every shaky huff of air and steam left was ecstasy.

It was the perfect time for a rest, and that was exactly what he didn't get. Oz was far too impatient to let Snow recover, dipping down into a low squat, resting his nuts on the floor, squishing the shape of Rio down beneath him. The added pressure revealed that the outline of the lion wasn't quite as solid as it first appeared. That silhouette followed the wobbles and flexes of those nuts, bending and distorting in unnatural ways. Oz watched the cheetah's expression twist from satisfaction to fear with an increasingly nasty shine in his eyes.

“Hey. Pst pst. C'mere, kitty," he said, his grin gleaming with malice. “I want you to feel him before he gets fuckin' sloshed."

Snow gave a whimper, drawing back instead. “But you said -"

“Said we might let [i]you[/i] go. And you're not done impressing us yet. Now come [i]here[/i]."

Even a small flash of aggression was enough to make Snow yelp. Awakening a demon's wrath was the last thing he wanted, which was why his struggles were half-hearted at best, even when the goat grabbed him by the wrist and forced him to touch the bulge of prey he'd turned the lion into.

“Yeah. You feel him? Halfway churned into slop by now. He's going to pack my balls [i]tight[/i] when I'm done with him. Watch."

He didn't let Snow pull away. The cheetah felt those diminished struggles beneath his fingers with every rising churn. There was still some Rio left, but the lion couldn't move much anymore. There wasn't any room to do so, for how hard Oz was pulling his nuts around his softened prey, letting the pressure squish the lion down, squeezing him into fresh spunk with every second spent enduring those clenches. A faint, gurgling cry from the lion was all but indecipherable from all the sloppy noise, and the steady growl of digestion those nuts gave. Along with the snarls of satisfaction from the goat.

“Ahhh, [i]fuck[/i] yeah. Hope you're still hungry."

Leaning back, rocking on his hooves but staying balanced, the goat let his balls pump harder and harder, jumping from the floor only to thud back down. They were active and aggressive about finishing Rio off, harshly squeezing him down until there was hardly a trace left. A moment of relaxation let Snow see the faintest semblance of the lion's features, but then the goat just clenched up even tighter, snorting, spitting with lust, mashing that cat into cum in one last, decisive [i]glurch[/i]. His balls went smooth and round, filling out to brimming, packed tight with freshly-made goat cum, bloating that sack even bigger. The only sign left of Rio was the tattoo-like design of his face that slowly manifested on one of Oz's balls moments after his demise.

That was when Snow recoiled enough to slip free of the goat's grasp, or maybe Oz let him go. He shook his head in disbelief, though his attempts at words were merely whimpers. There was nothing to say anyway, but to try to deny what he was seeing. Scooting back just left him bumping into the bear again. Benedict scooped him up from the floor before he could get too far. What briefly felt like a comforting embrace was soon an oversaturation of pleasure and stimulation when he so easily shoved that kitty rump right down on his cock. It only took a few seconds of pressure to spread Snow out and penetrate him all over again.

“Don't fuss," the bear said, sternly. “You're here to impress us. Might still be a chance for your buddy, if we decide it's worth it. Now be a good cat and suck him out of that smelly goat's cock."

Snow gave a confused sound, though it melted into moans once the bear started casually thumping him. Fucking him under his tail, [i]schlicking[/i] and [i]schlopping[/i] in and out of his creamed hole felt too good to think straight. He found himself getting bent over again, this time much more harshly. The bear yanked his tail hard to make him squeeze on that cock, and the goat pulled his hair to put him right in place to suck that stiff, dripping shaft. From those urgent, rigid throbs, he was seconds away from blowing his load even before he got the cheetah's lips around it.

That wasn't going to be easy, either. Snow swore that dick got even fatter when Oz was done digesting Rio. The goat pumped and thrust, slipping his tip over the cheetah's cheeks a few times before he found the sweet spot in the centre of those soft lips. Forcing his way inside, he didn't care in the slightest if the cheetah choked on it. Snow was less strained by the sudden ramming pressure straight down his throat than he thought. The bulge it made was obscene, and yet he still managed to endure, not even gagging on it when the goat pulled back and started to harshly fuck his gullet as freely as he'd pounded that ass.

Benedict might have seemed the slightly nicer of the demons, but he wasn't gentle either. He let that strength show, rising from a steady grind to a hard slam into the pinned, stretched out kitty. Snow's body trembled closer and closer to that precarious edge, to fainting or worse, but the leaking juices running from the goat's dick and right down his throat gave him all the energy he needed. Even his belly didn't feel too swollen anymore. He could steady himself and savour the taste of Oz, similarly rich as the bear's, but with its own unique demonic spice. The horror of swallowing what Rio used to be was mostly gone from his mind by the time he started eagerly sucking back, just as those overfilled balls pressed to his chin and started pumping hard.

He felt that load getting squeezed and milked from those massive nuts while he held the goat's entire cock in his throat. Snow worried he wasn't even going to get to taste it if Oz dumped it directly into his belly, but that went away when that cock bulged and fired off deep inside him. That blast of extra fresh goat jizz swelled the cheetah's gut in a moment and welled up in his throat to pour from his lips and even his nostrils seconds later. Snow was left guzzling it as best he could, and letting the rest simply shoot out of him. Oz tossed his head back and showed his fangs, giving a long, dark snarl through the entire length of his prey-fed cumshot, draining everything he'd made out of Rio right down Snow's throat.

Left with rivers running down his still-plump nuts and a thoroughly slathered cheetah in his clutches, the goat slowly pulled his dick out to leave Snow in the bear's clutches. Benedict had slowed down slightly amid that climax, but when he pulled the cheetah back and wrapped that cat up in his arms, he made a kitty bitch out of Snow. There was no holding back all those noises. Snow coughed up cum between the chirps, the mewls, the tiny meows. He wasn't a big cat, and every single slam of those powerful hips felt like a reminder. The bear made him a noisy kitty, wriggling and dripping, inelegantly belching when he wasn't simply drooling goat cum, and those pounding, slapping nuts were going to make him even fuller.

One more lunge, and a bear roar filled Snow's ears. It felt like it shook the entire building, but he was a little too numb to process its full intensity. His limbs were going floppy, and his head kept drooping down, but he perked up again when he felt that cock giving those distinct twitches inside him. Benedict buried deep, squeezing the cat close in a big bear hug, squishing him to that big gut while he drained his nuts inside that tender, sore, well-plapped ass. He made the kitty cum for him too, as if on command, the mere feeling of getting filled up with demon seed setting Snow off to spurt all over himself and his other captor alike. Oz didn't seem to mind the ropes hitting him in the pecs. He even lapped at some it with a whip of his lengthy tongue.

When he was done, the bear pulled the cheetah free from his cock and set him on his paws. That didn't last long. Snow fell to his knees, then toppled right over to splash into the puddle they'd made together. Writhing before his new masters, bathing in their essence, every single spot on his drenched body marked in their scents, Snow was left to consider his new move. He looked up at them, his eyes shining brightly despite how blurred his vision had become, and gave a slow sway of his tail. His voice couldn't come out in anything more than the weakest mewl possible.

“More ... morrrrre ... [i]please[/i] ..."

The demons exchanged a glance. It didn't take long before Oz shrugged and gave a cruel chuckle. He ducked down to get closer to the cheetah, licking his fangs and speaking in a deep, threatening tone.

“Sorry, cat. Had better. Looks like you're going to join your friend."

“Prrr?"

The cheetah was too disoriented to protest. He could only chirp his confusion at the change in tone. What felt like familiar gropes and grabbed proved much more demanding, even rougher than before. The goat's cock was even bigger after churning Rio. It pulsed with a fearsome rhythm that faintly matched the distant bass vibrating through the rafters and pipes. Oz was in sync with the energy of that place, and Snow only wished he could keep up. He didn't get another word of warning before the goat just jammed him straight into that shaft, letting the slit spread around those feline features and grip them tightly in an unbreakable grasp.

The clenching had already begun, smothering Snow even deeper into that musk. It was easy to forget the bear's scent when the goat's grew so potent, overwhelming him, submerging him and his senses alike. Oz stood with his arms folded over his chest, looking lecherously proud. He didn't even need to shove the cat away. His dick did all the work for him, pumping, undulating, gulping the cheetah down spot by spot. Slipping over those narrow shoulders was simple, and left Snow all the more unable to struggle with his arms pinned by his side.

All the sounds around him sounded like a throat. That tunnel went [i]ulp ulp ulp[/i] around his curves as it dragged him into the darkness. The cum was already gurgling for him, churning with digestive need. Those nuts were [i]hungry[/i], and Snow was prey. One long, wet [i]schlurrrrk[/i] got him immersed to the waist, faintly kicking his legs while he still could. Where Rio had managed some impressively desperate struggles, Snow had barely more than a squirm to give Oz. The wicked goat snorted at the pathetic display.

“Hmmph. The way he's taking it, I think he wants to be nut-slop."

“You'd be surprised how many mortals do." Benedict's tone was casual, despite the erotic display before him. “At least once you put the idea in their heads."

Oz reached down to bat at one of those slowly flailing paws. He pressed on Snow's soles to speed the process up a little, already dunking the cat's face down into his nuts. A little farther and Snow was under the surface of all that spunk, swallowing it when he attempted to cry out. What should have choked him went down surprisingly smoothly, tempting him to keep drinking it, no matter how dire his circumstances might have been. Instead, he wriggled a little more, lashing his tail about with the remnants of his energy until it too got slurped away with a mist of precum adding some extra humidity to the steamy room.

A surging [i]schlurrrrp[/i] ended in a creamy splash. Snow struggled under the surface, but he was surprisingly calm for someone who was drowning in cum. He eventually climbed his way back up, coughed and huffed, breathing slowly, but sustaining himself. For a moment, he even seemed steady, until Oz gave him a good squeeze. The goat's voice resonated down to that chamber, even over the rising [i]glorrrrrrrn[/i] of activity.

“I'll give you, say, ten seconds in there before it's game over. And you're [i]not[/i] coming back once I'm done with you."

His voice already betrayed his pleasure, which grew all the more obvious when he started squeezing up around his prey all nice and tight like he'd treated the lion. This time, he held nothing back. Sprawling out, arms wide, legs apart, he let his balls jump and throb with the clenching, crushing, squishing pressure working on Snow's gurgling body. The cum pressed into every open place it could get, flooding the cheetah, filling him up all over again, and then it seemingly sank right into his very body, saturating him like a sponge. Oz provided a helpful countdown.

“Ten ... nine ... eight ..."

The [i]glurch[/i] and [i]scrunch[/i] of rapid flexes all around Snow's body was nearly deafening, softened only by how much cum clogged his ears. He couldn't taste or breathe anything else. He began to sink, weakened by the pressure, forced down into the rising jizz. His arms got tighter and tighter to his body, knees pressed to his chest, arms against his ribs and hips. Oz wasn't letting up, clenching hard, straining the cat's form until he finally let up for half a moment, only to double down, holding, pressing, trying to juice that cat into fresh spunk all at once. The experience was so intense Snow missed some numbers.

“Four ... three ... two ..."

He didn't hear one. Whimpering, squeaking, shaking all over, he felt the pressure working on him until his features began to erode, until his outline failed to represent him anymore. The shape of the cheetah collapsed inwards all at once, silencing those cries in an instant with a massive, decisive [i]GLORRRP[/i] that rang out like an exclamation. The goat lunged forth, snarling with pleasure, gripping his cock with both hands. His balls were still pumping for several seconds more, working down the rest of the cat, mulching that pretty thing into a thick, potent load to pack his sweaty nuts extra tight, and layer some extra heft on that sack and shaft too.

“Ahhh fuck ... “ Oz grunted. Even a demon could be overwhelmed by a forbidden pleasure like that.

The longer he sat there, the more clear the trophy tattoo on his nuts appeared. There was Snow's pretty face, looking cute and innocent while perspiration dripped down his recreation, his new home. Benedict watched the scent patiently, still naked, cock stiff but not urgently throbbing. He scanned the horny goat up and down, watching Oz pant and sweat in the aftermath of churning the cheetah. The steady sloshing came with the goat's every heaving breath. It was a scene of pure satisfaction, interrupted only by Benedict's voice.

“Think it's about time I called in that favour."

“Ugghh ... really? Now?" Oz gave the bear a brief death glare, but he settled after that moment of animosity. “Knew you'd pull something like this."

“You know the deal. I don't make the rules. Don't make a fuss about it and I'll spoil you a little. More than you deserve, for certain." Benedict offered a fanged grin the more he teased the goat.

Oz gave a few further grumbles, but he wasn't about to fight with the bear about it. Even with some of his power stripped away, a battle between the two of them would have been terribly disruptive to the night's festivities. Besides, watching the bear slurp his chops and rub his belly had a way of reminding the goat just how heavy and full his nuts felt. He gave a snort, just to further express his displeasure, but stepped back to splay himself out on one of the big couches in that sex-splattered dressing room, balls sloshing with every step of his hooves.

With his arms stretched out over the back of the couch and his naked body settled comfortably on the cushion, he left that cock standing straight up for the bear to tend to. For all his heft and intimidating presence, Benedict didn't show a hint of shame about the whole thing. The room shook when he sank down to his knees in front of the goat. Groping those nuts with one big hand left them jostling and sloshing. Somehow, somewhere deep inside them, even after all the clenching and sloshing, Snow found himself aware of those strokes, and of the throbs that threatened to send what was left of him splattering all over the room if Oz tensed up just slightly too much.

The bear moved with precision that almost didn't befit his frame. He knew exactly how to wrap his thick fingers around that juicy cock, how to squeeze in all the right places to make that goat grunt and huff without making him cum right away. Another lick of his chops, and he went down on that dick all at once. There was no need to be a tease about it. They needed that end goal, for their own reasons. A slobbery [i]schlurk[/i] straight down the base of the goat's cock left it bulging in Benedict's throat. Of course a demon like him didn't flinch.

From there the bear was free to gulp and suck on it, a free hand reserved for fondling those prey-churning nuts. They gave a few more clenches in response, helping milk out a generous amount of juices straight down the bear's gullet. Benedict continued swallowing, drinking every drop to be sure he didn't miss even the slightest traces of that essence, as if it was the most valuable thing in the world. Wherever he existed, Snow felt heat, and he felt pressure as the goat edged towards release, balls going tighter and smoother, helping to make those prey tattoos all the more clear.

A faint glow shone through the surface of the goat's sack when Oz really hit that peak. All it took was a few deep, lunging suckles from the bear. Benedict was very good at getting what he wanted, leaving the other demon sprawled out and snarling, fangs locked together, hips pumping to help work that pending load straight down the bear's throat. That kind of rough, sloppy facefucking would have choked any mortal, but Benedict remained focused, massaging those nuts, squeezing that cock with his lips and throat alike until it swelled taut and gave him what he wanted. Oz outright moaned when he came, unable to hold back that testament to the quality of the bear's talents.

When the goat came, Snow felt it. From settled and imprisoned, he was suddenly overwhelmed by the force that propelled him straight back up the cock that had devoured him. The heat grew even more intense when he felt his creamed form gushing into the slavering jaws of the bear, sucking him straight down, wrapping him up with the overpowering strength of his peristalsis. Benedict guzzled down every single drop he could get from the goat. He didn't spill anything, no matter how much the taste made him saliva. With his nose firmly pressed into the fur at the base of Oz's dick, drank Snow down and sent splashing down to slosh in that big barrel of a bear belly.

Only when he'd swallowed everything the goat had made out of those two pretty cats did he pull off. Slowly. That was when he chose to actually tease, lapping at that overstimulated shaft to make the goat grunt and growl in dismay and pleasure alike. Oz eventually reached out to push the bear back, but Benedict remained where he was until he was satisfied, running his tongue under the skin wrapped around the goat's plump cockhead. He even finished with a kiss, offering a mischievous smirk to the tip when he was done. Oz glared a bit, but eventually gave an amused snort.

The tattoos on his nuts were gone. Instead, Snow found himself wobbling around in the heavy bear's gut, feeling surprisingly solid once more. There was even a little light in there. He blinked his eyes, trying not to be too distracted by the deep kneads and squeezes Benedict gave his own gut. The light was his own body, illuminated in some sort of ghostly glow. It flickered with every churn of the belly walls around him. A panicked look around in the low light, and he saw Rio there too. The lion looked just as bit as disoriented as the cheetah.

A deep, harsh [i]GLUT[/i] preceded an extended [i]glurrrrrn[/i] made it clear what was going to happen to them. They were free to feel and squirm around again in soul form, but it wasn't going to matter in time. That gut kept them trapped, squeezing around their eerie forms, squishing them down flatter and flatter with the sheer force. It wasn't quite as tight as getting clenched in the goat's nuts, but the gurgles made it every bit as intense. A yelp, a wail, even a scream escaped Snow's eyes, but he was far too terrified and overstimulated to beg. Pleading with a demon for mercy would have been foolish anyway.

Benedict joined Oz on the couch, slapping his gut to make his prey wiggle all the more. Their struggles got his belly wobbling enough that the goat couldn't help reluctantly reach over and contribute to the rubs. All the attention got that stomach rumbling around all that cum and the souls stuck swimming around within it. The juices flowed over Snow and Rio's eternal selves, slowly melting through what remained of their bodies, and their memories too. Their minds diminished a little more, bringing yelps and screams down to faint, pathetic whimpers and murmurs, unable to even fathom what was happening to them anymore in that inhospitable chamber, getting sloshed and churned down, absorbed into the walls of that strong, fat bear.

“Jealous. You owe me the next cute one," Oz said, snorting.

“We'll see."

The pressure was less than the goat's nuts, but the churns were even more aggressive. Snow was left in the roiling juices that dissolved his very soul. Every gurgle left him more and more aware of just how much [i]heft[/i] the bear carried with him. There were layers of fat upon his muscled body, and he was joining with it, adding that much more weight to his massive frame. Snow felt that terrifying intimacy overtake his perception, the more and more of him melted away, until it was getting hard to remember who he'd been. Maybe he had always been bear pudge, just a few more nameless pounds on that demonic beast of a man.

Benedict ensured Snow wasn't completely forgotten. They were small decorations on his gut, but they showed even through his fur. He recreated those same tattoos there on the swell of his rumbling belly when the cheetah and the lion began to cross over, digested down to nothing more than mass. Running his curved claws over them allowed Snow to feel that oddly fond touch. At least he'd be well cared for there. Maybe better than Oz would have treated him. The warmth and closeness helped to banish the horror of it all as the very last of his soul sizzled away into nothing more than goop, into sloshing nutrition for the demon's gut.

They weren't going to be the only ones who lost everything that night. Benedict slowly massaged his cock, not quite driving towards a goal, merely enjoying himself, and the satisfaction that came with claiming two mortals at once. Both cats had their share of mischief in their pasts, but nothing that would have condemned them to such a fate. Real demons didn't work like that. They chose and claimed who they wished, whenever they could, for the mere sin of looking like they'd feel good to digest.