The Gift and the Curse
#1 of The Curse
This is a cock vore story told in reverse. I hope you all enjoy. My first furry story, so comments of all types welcome.
The Gift and the Curse
by: Declan Xavier
I can't see what's going on, but I know my body is being dissolved. It's dark in here, and it smells wonderful. It threatens to lull me to sleep, even though I am above such things. The embrace of the liquid around me is warm and comforting, even as it sears my skin and melts my fur. I press against the walls weakly with my paws, but I do not have the strength nor the desire to struggle. The lack of air is responsible for the former, the intoxicating musk from the pool responsible for the second. I smile, enjoying my work, even as it consumes me.
I could escape. It is only my physical shell that is being broken down. Even after all that disappears into seed, I could simply manifest elsewhere. It would be a fitting punishment for the mortal in whose loins I am now trapped. He asked for this power, he had read about it, fantasized about it, sold his soul for it. Now he had it, and me, as his first victim. Or so he thought. I chuckle weakly at the thought. Mortals always acted thus, trying to run out on the check.
The level of liquid rises as more and more of my body is dissolved. I am quickly becoming engulfed, and it is harder to keep my thoughts straight. The warmth, the heat, the smell, all seek to distract me. My body is merely a shell, and as such, has no genetic sequence of its own. Blank ectoplasm is slowly converted into viable seed, using the host's DNA. I wonder, vaguely, how it will be once he consumes his next victim. There will be a next victim, there always is. One doesn't ask for power one does not intend to use.
Perhaps I shall wait here. I shall be inside him, body and soul, waiting for his next victim. The next one he takes, the next one whom he would take as a victim, I will get to first. The mortal will have a sore surprise waiting for him when I get out. Until then, I will simply wallow here, lingering on after my shell is gone, which will be soon. Even as my lungs disappear, I try to gasp for breath. I try to smell a little more before my physical senses disappear.
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Mir rubbed his sac, sighing contentedly. He could feel his testicles returning to a normal size as the demon he summoned dissolved into more and more cum. The feeling was more amazing than anything he could have ever imagined. The demon resisted, of course, but the wriggling down his shaft and well into his scrotum just made it feel better and better. He fought until the lips closed around the top of his ears, sealing him off from the outside world. Mir watched in morbid fascination as the demon's body was outlined in his cock, could see everything as it slid down into his sac.
Then came the afterglow. It was like his first time all over again, only so much better. It felt like some kind of internal orgasm as he felt the body in his sac start to get dissolved into cum. His pole was still super sensitive, and he was concerned about touching it lest he fire off again and make a huge mess. He wasn't sure how much seed the demon would become, but considering his size, it would be more than usual. He also wasn't sure what would happen if he did cum. Would the demon reform, or would he remain a pool of white, sticky fluid? Mir hadn't been that specific when he had made his wish. It didn't really occur to him to think that far ahead.
Finally, the churning in his sac stopped, and the pleasure tapered off. The barbs at the end of his penis lay flat again, and his erection started to slide back into his sheath. The whole matter was over, but he couldn't stop watching the hot rod retreat. More than just the pleasure from the orgasm, he was giddy with excitement. There were many who would be as astounded as he was.
The lion stood, wobbling a bit. His legs felt a bit weak from the powerful feelings that had wracked his groin earlier. He ran a paw through his mane a couple of times, convinced he looked completely disheveled. He closed the book that sat on the small table, blew out the candles, and made he way towards the closet to fetch the broom and dustpan. He would have to clean up all the salt off his floor before his roommates got home from their camping trip. As he neared the closet, he glanced the phone near the wall. He slowed his pace, staring at the phone, before a grin broke his muzzle. He pulled the receiver from the charger and quickly punched a number.
"Hello?" came a voice from the other end of the phone.
"Hey, Saul?"
"Yeah?"
"It's Mir. Look, I have the apartment free for the next couple of hours, and was wondering if you'd like to come over."
"You having a party or something?"
"Kinda. You're guaranteed a good time."
"Aw, damn Mir, I've already got someone over," Saul stammered.
"So, bring him too."
"You serious?"
"Of course, it'll be fun. He's...cool, right?"
"Uh...I'll check. Let me call you back."
"Don't keep me waiting," Mir purred, hanging up the phone and heading for the closet. Returning to the broken circle, Mir thought back to the extremely pleasurable night he had already had, and how much better it was going to get.
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The smoke from the candles stung his eyes, making it even harder to read the book in front of him. The candlelight wasn't near enough to read by, so he had to squint and lean over the table, and that meant getting a lot of smoke in his face. The incense smelled like burning garbage, too, and he only hoped that, at the very least, the smell would come out of the apartment before his roommates got home. Mir was hoping for a lot that night.
The past few months, his free time had been spent looking at exotic pornography sites, checking out the weird videos and the odd pictures collected from all over the world. One of the things that caught his attention was something called "G.I.G.A. Syndrome." It stood for Genital Ingestion and Gamete Assimilation Syndrome, but most everyone on the sites was calling it Cock Vore or Unbirthing. It apparently started with a nomadic tribe as a genetic mutation. The videos of demonstrations were extreme to say the least, and the more he researched it, the more he wished he had it.
Of course, Mir wasn't a descendant from this nearly extinct tribe, and even then wasn't one of the lucky few that managed to inherit the syndrome. It was described as 'dangerous' due to the high levels of pleasure it caused in those who participated. More than one morph who had been affected by this syndrome had to be put down after becoming addicted and nearly voring the entire community. Those who had it were tagged and monitored, undergoing therapy to try and prevent addiction to pleasure.
Mir had become obsessed in the worst way, and, like those who become terribly obsessed, would go through any length, no matter how ridiculous it seemed, to try and acquire what they wanted. It didn't take long for him to exhaust every misleading tip, from exercises to hypnosis to 'herbal pills', in order to get the effects of this syndrome. It would require radical alterations to one's physiology. For that, there were two options: science, and religion. Since he figured that angels would take issue with his request, Mir went for the next logical conclusion.
Standing in his basement, the lion didn't feel all that logical. If it hadn't been for the fact that his roommates were out of town, he probably wouldn't have been trying this at all for fear of looking incredibly stupid. Besides, they would try to talk him out of it. He was a catch all on his own. He had a steady job, one that paid enough for a nice-looking car, rent in a nice apartment, and a gym membership that he took advantage of frequently. Due to his exercise, he was 175 pounds of sculpted lionid muscle underneath a well kept coat of shiny amber fur. He could have practically anyone he wanted, and yet, he was trying this.
When he spoke the words that the book instructed him, the smoke pulled away from his face and towards the circle. The fire died lower and lower until it was just a small dot of blue on the end of the wick. Mir dropped his voice to a whisper, worried that even the slightest breath of air would blow the candles out completely and leave him in the darkness, with or without Gods knew what.
As suddenly as they had dipped, the flames grew again to their previous brightness. They quickly grew brighter and brighter, until Mir had to lean back to get away from the flames. Looking up, he noticed a figure in the circle. It was a fox, standing at average height. It was difficult to make out many details, even in the brightened candlelight, but it was quite obvious that the figure was nude, though lacking anatomy.
The fox looked up, seeming to have just noticed Mir's presence. There was a split second of stunned silence between the two of them, then the fox snarled, eyes glowing and teeth bared. It lunged at the lion, causing Mir to step back a pace or two. The fox slashed at the air, but met only with resistance when he tried to cross the edge of the salt circle.
"Pathetic worm!" It howled, its voice fierce even though somewhat high-pitched. "I will eviscerate you! I will rip your skin apart with my teeth and feast on your liver! How dare you incarcerate me so? I will see to it that there is no ending to your misery!"
Mir wanted to run right then and there, but he was too stunned. He was frightened, of course, but he was also amazed that it worked. He was also worried that if the fox kept making noise, and he fled, that someone might come investigate, or that his roommates would get home and find a nude fox standing in the living room.
"Demon," he said, trying not to sound nervous and failing miserably. "If you would be calm, I would bargain with you." The words came from the book, not Mir's own mind. Mir would have been far less together in his words.
The demon fox stood quietly for a moment, then howled with raucous laughter. "You have taken my freedom from me, and now you wish to sell it back?"
"Fine, I have two bargains, one is for your freedom, the second for my soul."
The demon calmed quite a bit at hearing that, its ears perking up and a gleam coming to its eyes.
"All right, what must I give you in return?"
"For your freedom, a promise, for my soul, a power."
"Let's deal with one thing at a time. What promise?" The fox practically hissed the words, leaning against the force generated by the circle.
"If you promise me that you will not harm me, I will let you go. In exchange for my safety, you get your freedom."
"Fine, I shall not hurt you this night."
Mir glanced at the clock on the mantle. It read half past ten o'clock already. He would have only an hour and a half before 'this night' was technically up, if the demon wanted to play that game.
"You will ensure my safety until dawn breaks."
The fox sighed. "Very well, until daybreak, I will ensure your safety."
Mir walked forward, dusting a bit of salt away from the circle. "Then you are freed."
As soon as the salt gave way, the reek of sulfur filled the apartment, worse than the incense, but thankfully covering it. Mir could always claim a gas leak or something of that sort to cover the smell. The fox stepped from the circle, stretching its limbs and fluffing its tail. He looked up, snapping his fingers. The bulbs overhead flickered on with a hum, and the demon smiled.
"There, much better to look at each other, no?"
"What do I call you, demon?" Mir asked, afraid that the demon might find some loophole and use it to harm him.
"I would forego the chit-chat, but if you must address me during our deals, call me Declan."
Mir blinked. "I thought demons had long, complicated, old names."
Declan laughed. "If you want my true Name, you shall not get it from me. Now, onto your second bargain. What is this power you seek?"
Mir took in a deep breath. It was the moment of truth. He felt intimidated by the demon, even though he was taller and more muscular. "I want G.I.G.A. Syndrome."
The demon laughed, another raucous bout that threatened to bring down the roof. "That's not a power, it's a disease, a mutation."
"Well, whatever it is, I don't have it, and I want it." Mir was angry at being laughed at, and spoke more sharply to the demon than he would otherwise have.
Declan nodded. "All right, fine then, for this you would give your immortal soul?"
Mir nodded in return. "Gladly."
"Good, then strip."
Mir blinked. "'Scuse me?"
"Strip. If I am to manipulate your body, I need to touch the affected area. I don't work miracles, wrong department," Declan said, wagging his finger.
Mir nodded, already uncomfortable. He was sure that the demon still had a trick up his sleeve, but he didn't really have much of a choice. Besides, he had the demon's word that he wouldn't be harmed before daybreak, as much good as that did him. He slowly took off his clothing, making sure to keep his eyes on the demon.
The demon, for his part, was admiring the mortal that had summoned him. He was used to old, wrinkly wizards trying to extend their lives just as death approached them. This wasn't his first youthful summoner, but he was certainly the most attractive to date. Declan took in the soft, golden fur as it became exposed, then the light pink of the nipples. The taut muscles underneath the flesh slid gracefully as the lion went to work removing his socks.
The feline quickly undid the zipper to his jeans, pulling them down slowly. He was wearing briefs that were a bit too tight, showing off an already proud bulge. Declan smiled a bit as he saw this, reaching over and taking the waistband of the briefs, helping them off.
"You're moving too slowly, we don't have all night."
Declan quickly removed the lion's underpants, revealing his sheath and balls. They sat, two beautiful golden orbs under a tube of flesh. Declan tilted his head. "All right, now get hard. I need to hold the penis if I'm going to change it."
Mir nodded, taking his balls in his left paw and rolling them a bit while tickling his sheath with his right. He blushed, embarrassed to be masturbating in front of anyone, much less a demon, but he was getting one step closer to his goal. That, or the demon was screwing with him. Either way, he didn't have much of a choice. Soon, the sheath began to give up its prize, a long shaft of pink flesh began to emerge. As more and more blood filled the lion's rod, it became a deeper and deeper shade of red, before a proud 7 inch pole of dark red meat stood out against the golden fur.
Declan reached out and grabbed hold of the lion's penis, smiling. "All right, now, just take a few deep breaths, this will be over quickly."
A warm tingling sensation shot through Mir's cock, and his knees nearly buckled. "Ugh," he grunted, taking in a deep breath. "Uh..Declan...why don't...you have...you know?"
The fox looked up, but still kept his soft, warm paw gliding up and down the stiff shaft. "Hmm? Don't have what? Genitals?"
Mir nodded. "Yeah, I mean, you look like a mannequin."
Declan laughed. "I have genitals, normally that is. I just didn't manifest any in this shell because I didn't know the nature of my summoner. Would you like me to have some?"
"Uh, sure, whatever...I guess. What...are you, normally I mean?"
"Normally? Most demons are both genders unless they're of a specific class. I can be either, or something in between." Declan looked up, catching Mir's ice-blue eyes in his gaze. He smiled, and then was a soft rustling sound as a pair of orange-furred testicles appeared between Declan's thighs. "You would prefer these, right?"
Mir blinked. "Uh, whatever." He chuckled again.
Declan grabbed the lion's balls, not roughly, but suddenly and firmly, causing the lion to mewl a bit. The demon smiled. "Almost done."
Another lance of electricity shot through Mir's groin, and he nearly doubled over. "Hey, you said you weren't hurt me!"
Declan crinkled his nose. "I gave you my word that I wouldn't. It wasn't just an idle promise, it became a physical limitation. We're done anyway." Declan stood up again to his full height, brushing off his shoulder.
"Now, if there's nothing else, I'm returning home."
"Wait!" Mir called out. He just had a wicked thought, and wasn't sure where it came from. "How do I know that you gave me what I wanted?"
"You're going to have to trust me, you now have G.I.G.A"
"Trust? A demon? You have to be joking," Mir laughed, suddenly feeling much more confident. He grabbed the fox by the shoulders, holding him in place. "No, I want to take this for a test run."
Declan tried to brush the lion's paws off his shoulders, but couldn't break the strong grip. He finally settled for drawing his claws out and putting them up to the feline's face. "I don't think so, mortal. We made a deal, my promise for my freedom, your soul for your power."
Mir snarled and released one shoulder to grab Declan by the wrist. "Put those claws away, you said you couldn't hurt me."
The fox's eyes widened for a second as that realization smacked home. He sighed, letting his head drop. "Fine," he said, defeated.
Something in the back of Mir's brain sent up a host of red flags. The demon seemed to have just given up too easily. Mir, however, ignored those warnings as his lower brain focused on nothing but sating this desire. He had finally reached his dream, and he wasn't going to let a little thing like concern stop him now. The lion licked his lips, ready to eat even if he wouldn't be tasting the fox.
The lion focused on all the images and stories that he had read, wondering how to activate his newly acquired power. His cock, now seemingly with a mind of his own, responded to the thoughts and mental images of morphs being stuck waist-deep in another's penis. There was a definite twitch in his loins, and the feline looked down to see his shaft growing a bit, the head bobbing back and forth, as if sniffing for prey.
With a grunt, Mir shoved the fox onto his back, then quickly jumped forward, pinning his wrists to his hips and keeping him on the ground. The demon just managed to look up as he saw the slit of Mir's shaft open up and grab onto one of his toes. It started sucking, and Declan, despite himself, moaned in pleasure. The shaft soon opened again and took the next toe, and the next, and the next, until it had the top half of his foot contained.
Mir let out a roar of pleasure as he felt the electric sensations coming from his penis. It was like the best yiff he had ever had combined with some wonderful drug. In almost no time at all, at least from the lion's doped-up mind, he had the fox up to his hips in his shaft. The thick, red meat kept the fox's hands pinned down, allowing Mir to reach up and push the fox in from the shoulders.
Declan offered up a token resistence, trying to stretch his legs against the hot, wet tunnel that he now found himself in. He felt himself being dragged down by the swallowing cock and pushed down from his shoulders. The shaft oozed copious amounts of precum to make the passage easier, and Declan felt the hot gel work into his fur. He had to admit that it felt really good, and the lion's musk was almost intoxicating. There was a loud slurping sound as the cock pulled him in to his chest.
Mir, if he had been paying attention, might have seen the wicked grin on Declan's face as his muzzle disappeared into the slit. The lion, however, was too busy stroking the thick, throbbing cock that was eating the fox. He traced his fingers around the fleshy bulge that contained his summoned creature, needing two hands to encompass the girth. Just his hands alone felt more electric jolts of pleasure through his groin, and he was worried he was going to spit the fox back out before he even got down with them.
Finally, the fox fell into his sac with a heavy plop, nearly dragging Mir to the ground. He squatted though, gently resting on his distended scrotum. The fox's paws appeared every now and then in the skin of his sac, but they gradually lessened until he finally stopped resisting. A couple of loud gurgles later, and Mir was left with a slightly-heavier than normal pair of balls, and a nice load of cum that would need to be released soon.