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Blood oozed from the two headed canine. Bruises on every corner of his naked frame. His eyes

darted around the golden palace. Each wall was decorated with refined gleam. His blood

blended in with the red carpet leading up to the throne. The canine tugged at the blue collars

clasped tightly around his two necks. “Y-you’re a damn coward, Alzarious. If I had my magic I’d-”

“You’d do what exactly, Grizzel? Displease me more with your pathetic contract magic? Perhaps

transform into a grimy toad again? Or no no, let me guess, you think you can wrap your weak

little jaws over me. What a joke!” Alzarious snapped his fingers and a yellow sleeping bag

appeared. “I saw this in a movie once!” The goat's red eyes focused on the bag that appeared

from nothingness.

The bag engulfed the twin headed dog in a single sweeping motion. The goat moved from his

dark red throne. Alzarious grabbed Grizzel by the legs and dragged the squirming bag. Facing

the golden walls the goat slammed the bag into it viciously. A guttural crunch bellowed out, the

canine's muffled pained cries ached from the bag.

A snapping sound as Alz smacked the bag again. The dark ichor bled onto the golden walls. A

senseless beating, crunch after sickening crack. Even after the dog should've been pulverized

into mush, the bag screamed. Alz zipped open the bag to unveil the twitching mangled body.

“See, you're just some loser relying on mortals. You bow to some truly pathetic creatures. Such

a lowly thing like you is barely worth the effort.” Alz's cold words spoke towards the body. He

snapped his fingers and the dog's skulls reformed.

“Ghh, are you having fun? Just wait until I show you just how strong I am!” The heads spoke

with blood spilling from their maws. Alz patted the heads condescendingly. A chuckle brewed

from the goat demon.

“Hehehehe, you’re so cute! You really are an idiot.” Alzarious snapped his fingers and Grizzel’s

ebony broken body reformed into a fresh one. “You'll be praying for death when I am done with

you.” He watched the canine's reforming figure claw at the ground.

“I’m a fellow demon just like you! We should be tricking those stupid mortals together! Think

about it. We’d have so many to devour!” One of the heads exclaimed. Alz rolled his eyes and

slammed his hoof down on that head. It was smashed into a red paste.

“You sincerely think I would share my food with my prey? Perhaps those contracts rotted your

brain and filled them with worms.” Alz huffed. He snapped his fingers, reforming the head he

had just smashed in. It was like the pieces of a broken vase gluing itself back together.

The goat moved towards the dog’s back and crushed his hoof down on it. In one swift motion

Grizzel had been paralyzed. Alz moved away his hoof and hoisted the canine by the blue collars

attached to its necks. “Do you have any last words, meat?”

“I’ll get you back for this!” Grizzel whimpered from his lips. The goat merely gave a toothy grin in

response. Yawning open, the drooling chasm of the goat’s jaws displayed itself to the weakened

dog. Engulfed into the nearly black abyss with a faint red glow that partially illuminated his trip.

Alz’s throat bulged out with the canine's plump shape. Each squirming lump full of vigor to

escape his fate. Yet no matter how much Grizzel kicked, he simply sunk deeper down the humid

throat. That black fur of his matted down with each squelching motion.

It was a compact squeeze on the way down, Grizzel’s bones threatened to creak as Alz gulped

greedily. The lesser demon plopped down into the goat’s gut. There didn’t seem to be any acids

but it was still a very tight fit. A whimper escaped Grizzel’s maws as he punched against the

stomach walls.

“Pathetic really, so many ways I could’ve killed you. You were an ant to my magnitude of power,

and now the heat of the sun shall burn your insides to a crisp! Well I’m not sure if burning quite

fits the bill but it’s really gonna hurt!” Alzarious patted his swollen middle proudly. Each finger

squeezing into the squirming shapes. With a single push Grizzel was sent down into the second

stomach.

Hot juices splashed onto Grizzel’s figure, draining him of energy gradually. It certainly stung but

it didn’t exactly burn. It was akin to little pin pricks tickling away at the lesser demon’s fur.

“Goodness, I’m not hearing your delicious screams quite yet. Let’s fix that shall we? After all,

your taste was far too plebeian for my liking.”

The valve at the bottom of the second stomach opened, evacuating the contained canine. He

whined as the acids splashed around his body. Grizzel wrinkled his nose, the harsh violent

stings forced out his cries. “Fuck! How many stomachs do you have!?” Those muffled cries

bellowed out to deaf ears.

Alzarious smirked and massaged over his sloshing sagging heft. Playfully rubbing his digits.

“You know, that throne I sit on. It was an angel once. They spoke the words of that…awful being

so righteously. It made me want to puke. I did the logical thing and turned them into my throne!”

All while Alz rambled that dog’s skin was becoming pinkish and exposed. Another valve, another

stomach. The fourth gut within the goat was far more intense.

Crushingly tight, Grizzel’s bones snapped and shattered. CRUNCH! CRACK! The wet, guttural

sounds filled the air, Alzarious’ thick cock twitched. He felt over his oozing cock tip while his prey

mulched away. Each snap, crack, and pop followed by the anguished screams of Grizzel’s

battered form. That mutilated figure was crammed into a ball-like shape into the fifth gut.

Skin, flesh, fur, it was mostly gone yet the canine clutched to consciousness. No, it was more

like his soul was forced to hang onto the pain. Bones shattered, meat sizzled away into a slowly

forming meaty broth.

Pushed into the sixth stomach, unfathomable pain coursed through the desecrated carcass that

could no longer be identified as ‘Grizzel’. It was akin to slurry slop. Whatever remained pumped

into the seventh stomach, pulled apart, smashed together, cold, mechanical, merciless. It was

naturally unnatural how that former dog’s body was utterly destroyed.

Agonized, muffled screams of pain and terror rang through the goat’s twisting and winding

bowels. Each loop breaks down the remains even further. Turning those fragmented remains

into shit. Crap began to form within Alz’s large intestine as he yanked out the soul still residing

inside him. A small quivering ball of malice, a wavering consciousness. It was unmistakably still

Grizzel even in that diminished state.

“What to do with you. Hm, that throne of mine was getting rather tiresome don’t you think? It’s a

bit too uptight for my liking. Felt uncomfortable sometimes. You were rather soft, fluffy, squishy,

vulnerable, weak. A pathetic thing like you would be better as a toilet I think. Eat my shit for how

much you liked to talk like it was in your jaws. A bunch of crap hehe, yeah I think I like that!” Alz

smashed that soul between his hands.

Pulverizing that quivering essence back and forth, pounding it. Tinkering away, waving his

hands, using various sigils. Weaving a new reality, forming a new shape for the former demon.

Alz snapped away his former ‘throne’ and in its place was what used to be Grizzel.

Now at the head of his golden palace, was a throne. At the lip of the seat was Grizzel’s

outstretched arms. Forced to forever hold Alz’s fat dumptruck of an ass. At the back of the seat

was a golden buttplug forced into Grizzel’s ass. His two cheeks were at the top of the toilet. It

curved into his outstretched spin. Maw at near the end of the bowl. The two heads served as the

recipients to ‘flush’ down crap. It was all wrapped around a solid hunk of gold to form the shape

of a toilet. “You look so much better as a toilet now uh…lesser demon. I am so shit with names.

Especially those weaker than me, I’m sure you understand.”

Alzarious spoke to the toilet as if it could hear every teasing word. Grizzel’s soul, his essence

could hear every word strike into him. That goat sat his fat ass onto the new throne of his and

sighed softly. He kicked his hooves “I knew even a pathetic loser like you could be useful for

something. Hope you enjoy eating your own remains, you’re nothing but my toilet now.” Alz

wiggled his ass back and forth.

Crawling out of his ass, thick brown logs piled up into the new toilet. Grizzel, much to the soul’s

displeasure, could taste his own remains. Or whatever remained of the twin headed canine’s

consciousness was forced to squelch down that hot goat crap.

“Mmm do you feel it, every broken bone from your worthless form? All that mulched meat

mangled into a brown turd. How does it feel knowing you’ll never have your plump shape again?

I bet it hurts like hell. Your body outstretched, your misaligned malformed figure. Hehehe!”

Alzarious cackled.

Each massive hunk of goat shit fed the poor toilet more than a mouthful. Its taste was beyond

what words could utter. Not that Grizzel had much room to speak, while having a mouth, he

couldn’t scream. Not a soul could hear his thoughts of praying for a death that would never

come. “Please kill me Alz, I’d even call you sir. I’d kiss your hooves so that you could crush my

skulls once more. I’d kiss your palms so they could choke me to death. Anything would be better

than eating your shit!”

Alz tapped his chin and chuckled, not even grunting while more crap “Mmm, maybe I should’ve

let you suck me off first. Still throbbing from turning your pathetic body into a glorious throne.”

That goat rubbed along his thick throbbing cock. That needy shaft twitched and bounced against

the ‘lip’ of the bowl. Another turd pinching out rubbed against his prostate, finally a cruel moan

followed.

“You know mmff, many of my followers would kill for your position. Some would kiss my hooves

daily, lick my ass, do so many indulgent things. However, heh, this is punishment, not a reward.

After all, you’re never going to escape. You have to listen to me talk until I lock you away. After

all, you’re a loser. You didn’t even power me up, how shameful.” Alzarious’s grunting moans

grew louder, with intense grunting. Those heavy moans followed his smoldering hot pre-cum

dripping into the bowl.

If the toilet wanted to scream before, he certainly would now. That hot pre burned, passing by

any resistance the demon might’ve had before. Perhaps beyond even the description of

burning, more like boring a hole into the soul’s ability to taste. All the while Alz’s lusty moans

kept ramping in intensity. An orgasm was already around the corner.

Dread couldn’t encapsulate the thoughts running through the toilet’s mind. “Oh god will his cum

stick to me? Will it burn? Can I swallow it?” All of those thoughts were silenced by the goat’s hot

cum splashing into the bowl! Alz groaned as his cock gushed inside his new toilet.

Like a spiraling flame it flicked around the bowl. All those lingering questions were met with a

deeper seering anguish than the pre-cum prior. Far worse than the flames of hell, a blistering

heat that would almost make the sun envious. Yet the bowl didn’t shatter, melt or break from the

intense heat. No scream could be uttered, each painful moment truely felt like an eternity of

torture of the toilet.

The afterglow followed shortly after, Alzarious sighed happily. “See, that’s the only purpose you

serve now. No more of those stupid contracts. You belong to me, nothing more.”