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"Right. You're right. It probably won't work. Who believes in this kind of crap anyway? But, you know, just so we can say for sure that it doesn't work, we should do it right. And that means drawing the symbols just like this."

Cherno was down on his hands and knees , fully nude, while his feline friend observed him with a skeptical look. Which was perhaps the natural expression of anyone watching someone naked and inscribing demonic symbols and names within the lines of a pentagram drawn upon the floor of their own bedroom. Even if the leopard was similarly unclothed. The buck was hard at work, copying every detail exactly from the diagram in that musty old book, making sure not to misspell any of the ancient names. Mahiri shuffled his feet and twitched his tail nervously.

"I don't get it, though. If demons are all wild and crazy and do whatever they want, why do they have to follow the rules and show up when someone calls them?"

"We're not summoning a demon," Cherno said. "This is the ritual for a devil."

"That sounds even worse. What's the difference?"

"Demons are more chaos. Devils are more orderly. As far as hellspawn go. That's what it says, anyway."

"You've been spending a lot of time reading this stuff."

Cherno shrugged. "So?"

"So, well ... I dunno, it just seems like maybe we shouldn't be messing with this if any of it's true. Even if it probably isn't."

Finishing up the last few details on his evil-looking scrawlings, Cherno climbed onto the bed alongside the leopard, patting him on the shoulder. "You said you wanted to do something spooky tonight, didn't you?"

Mahiri chuckled. "Yeah, but I was thinking more like, watch a movie or something. You seemed like the kind of person who would know a good horror flick."

Cherno shook his head. "Maybe. But that stuff ... it's all make believe. You can see right through it so easily. Not like these books."

Leaning over to peer over those pages, the cat finally just sighed. "So you actually think this stuff is real?"

"Not really." Cherno gave a half-shrug, and patted the open page with his palm. "But it's enough to make you wonder. Especially when you hear about certain things going on lately. Stories that keep popping up, and they seem impossible to explain, but then they just sort of ... go away. Like that weird disappearance last year."

"Everyone just wants to think there's something mysterious and spooky happening because the real explanation is probably terrible. Kidnappers or something." Mahiri shivered, even though it wasn't cold in there that night, especially with all the flickering candles wafting their warmth and aromas.

"Maybe. Maybe that's the whole appeal for me." Cherno touched his lip. "It's just neat to think about there being so much more to our world than we can begin to understand. Comforting, even. And come on, aren't you at least a little curious?"

Mahiri's expression brightened some with amusement. "You know full well what they say about cats and curiosity."

"Oh yeah." Cherno laughed. "That's such a terrible expression. Explains why you've always been so cautious!"

"I'm not cautious!" Mahiri protested. "I'm here, aren't I? Just hanging out with my buddy, naked and performing an ancient satanic ritual. As one does."

Cherno leaned close and just slipped an arm around the feline's shoulders, giving him a little squeeze. "I'll tell you what, if this doesn't work, we can watch a movie. I've got something I think you'll like. Or, you know, if you're in the mood ..."

Mahiri swished his tail slowly. "I'm too nervous to be in the mood. But, well, that can change. With the right coaxing."

The buck took on a grin. "Perfect. Well, if you're ready..."

"Just tell me what to do."

Sliding off the bed once more, Cherno lit the central candle with one of the others and got to his knees. Mahiri followed, hip to hip with the fellow curvy male, his tail moving with increasing animation. Cherno carefully placed the book where they could both see it by candlelight, and tapped a long, hand-written series of phrases written in what looked like Latin.

"Just read this with me," the deer said. "Do your best not to stumble."

Mahiri nodded, and together the both of them began reciting some ancient, forbidden verse in an ominous monotone, doing their best to pronounce the unfamiliar words correctly.

"Virtus. Regnum. Infernos..."

The whole thing was putting an alarming shudder into Mahiri's spine. He knew it was silly to actually be afraid of this sort of thing, but he couldn't shake the sense of there being something _watching_them the whole time. An unseen pair of eyes lurking in the shadows, stalking, judging. His mind was wandering to his childhood and adolescent years. Times when he'd been selfish, or said things he regretted. There wasn't a lot to feel guilty about after such a meekly-lived life, but the feeling came to the surface anyway. He glanced to Cherno, who was deep in concentration, and then just kept his eyes on the page, making sure not to miss a word. It felt oddly important.

The buck finished the last few words with particular enthusiasm, and then all was silent. The two of them watched the circle, and then each other, candlelight flickering in their eyes. Nothing was happening, and the relief on Mahiri's face was mismatched with the disappointment on Cherno's. The deer tried to hide it, putting on a forced grin soon after he noticed the leopard looking at him.

"There? You see? All just for fun. Of course it didn't -"

That was when the candles went out. Every single one of them, at once. Neither of them felt any sort of draft that might have explained it. They were left bathed in absolute darkness, with even the feline's keen eyes seeing nothing. The moon had been shining through the window when they started, but it was like it had vanished. They were fumbling, collectively startled, groping around before Mahiri just ended up clinging to Cherno, letting all those shivers out. Cherno patted the cat on the head, as much for his own comfort as his. Something didn't feel right in his stomach.

When light returned, it didn't comfort them any. There was a red glow emanating out from the pentagram, like a match had been lit beneath it. Something about the way it reflected off the walls didn't feel right. The shadows were too long, too jagged, danced in ways that made tiny things around the room look like nightmares. It all went along with the increasing presence of heat, clinging to their fur as that threatening gleam filled the room, yet didn't seem to make things much brighter.

From those symbols there rose smoke and the scent of burning incense. There was a shadow there, undefined and erratic, but gradually coming to form with a dangerous-looking outline. Something massive was manifesting itself there, rising from the smoke and glowing embers beneath. Cherno felt Mahiri squeeze his hand, but he didn't look towards the leopard. Instead, his attention was fully focused up on the towering figure as it gained clear definition before the two kneeling males. It worked. They had summoned up a real, living creature from hell. If it could be said to live.

A few more seconds, and it was more clear just what exactly they were looking at. A jet black horse stood tall above them, head nearly reaching the ceiling. It didn't take more than a single glance to determine his supernatural nature. Aside from a body adorned with impossibly toned muscle, he gazed down at them with featureless red eyes. They glowed a damning colour, as if full of anger despite his relatively neutral expression. As neutral as could be with those nasty, curved fangs extending past his lower lip, while hollow cheeks revealed many more behind them. He looked to one of them, and then the other in turn, before giving an equine snort.

Cherno was looking back over him with wide eyes. From hooves to muscled thighs, and the hefty sheath that hung dormant atop the two double-handfuls of balls he was casually displaying as he stood above them. The buck couldn't help but let his gaze linger there a while, before tracing up along the beast of a horse's middle, chest, and then to his face, framed in locks of long, inky hair that matched his hide.

"Vaul... " the buck softly whispered. It sounded conspicuously like recognition.

Mahiri shot Cherno a stare, but he didn't dare look away from the horse before them for too long. How could he have possibly known someone, something like that? He didn't get a chance to ask before the horse spoke for himself, his voice so thunderously deep in invoked images of rumbling machinery, drilling deep into the very core of the planet. The leopard froze as soon as he heard the first word.

"So, you are not entirely ignorant of what you do. But these rituals are not for your mortal amusement." He didn't sound exactly angry, but he clearly wasn't exactly pleased either.

Mahiri didn't say anything, but Cherno chimed in hastily. "No sir, not for fun sir. I ... I had a question."

"Ask." The force of his command seemed like it could have tempered steel.

But Cherno didn't say anything, simply kneeling there as if in prayer, his head tilted back, hands clasped together. Vaul lurked above, staring red daggers down towards him, before simply reaching for him with both hands. One for one antler, one for the other. Up Cherno went, dangling by that grip, his hooves soon leaving the ground as he was effortlessly brought up to eye level with the massive devil. Mahiri was just left to watch as the two remained locked in eye contact, not exchanging a single word, as far as he could tell. Cherno just held still, letting himself hang there limply, doing his best not to blink.

After several seconds of anticipation, Vaul just released those antlers and let the buck drop. It was a fall of several feet, and Cherno wasn't anticipating it, so he crashed to the floor when his hooves failed him. He didn't get up, remaining prone, arms and legs splayed out, while the horse seemed to consider.

"Interesting. There is potential there. Once you are tested, perhaps we will have a deal."

When he moved even a little, Mahiri flinched, and so he stopped. He remained towering above, but he reached down to stroke over the feline's hair a few times, as the cat just looked up at him with wide, shining eyes that reflected the red glow of his own.

"Peace, Mahiri. I am not going to harm you."

He didn't bother to ask how the horse knew his name. That was the least of his worries. "Are you the devil?"

"Among many," Vaul calmly answered.

Mahiri wasn't really sure what to make of that, so he just swallowed and took a deep breath. "Are you ... evil?"

He was kicking himself for the simple-minded question, but it was what came to his mind first. Vaul didn't seem bothered.

"That is for you to decide."

It wasn't a no. Before he could consider it for too long, he noticed the horse's sheath stirring. The sight was impressive enough on any equine, but Vaul was something more than just a horse. The spire of firming flesh that pushed forth and then dropped, swinging back and forth like a pendulum, seemed more a weapon than a body part. A blunt, broad battering ram, pitch black like the rest of him, and swelling slowly to life above the two feminine males. With it came a scent, one of indulgence and sweet aromatics that was hitting both their noses, working into their senses. Despite his fear, the cat was purring before long. And the buck, he was simply getting turned on.

Cherno's lust moved like an avalanche, picking up momentum, taking him semi-firm to rock solid all in moments as he crawled up to cling to the horse's leg. His grasp was full of need, of devotion. His eyes were slightly glazed. Simply standing in the presence of such a powerful figure brought him to new heights of desire, of absolute need that he couldn't stand to suppress. He let his sense of want guide him, take over his mind and direct his movements, and before long he was rising to a high kneeling position, bringing his tongue to the swaying tip of that firming equine shaft.

His mind was immediately assaulted by a flavour unlike any he had experienced. There was no equal. Perhaps slightly smoky, but in a sexual sense. It spread through his thoughts like a virus, shutting off his sense of caution, his concerns. Even his memory. No longer was there the ritual, the presence of a devil. There was only a cock he needed to keep tasting if he was ever going to be satiated. As he did, he firmed up to a level of arousal that was almost uncomfortable, his hips slowly rocking back and forth as his shaft throbbed out great globs of pre, pulsing hard enough that were was a jerk of recoil with each flex of his over-firmed deer dick.

Mahiri was watching all the while, considering the haste with which Cherno went from fear to subservience. The look in the deer's eyes was concerning - it was like he was lost, controlled, his brain sucked right out of him by some evil devil power or something. But the more he watched, the more he wanted to join. He was still purring, he realized. His tail was swishing. All the usual things he did when he was just happily, comfortably turned on. And he was hard too. He only noticed when his cock throbbed up against his belly, going taut enough to thump into him. A look up at that fortress of muscle and darkness above him, and he received a look right back.

Looking right into those vile pools of red that were the horse's featureless eyes, he felt as if beyond naked. Everything he had ever done, said, all of it was laid bare before the devil. It made him want to cover his face, to crawl under the bed and just hide there as if that would lend him any refuge from the otherworldly power before him. Yet, some other part of him felt an unexpected sense of comfort. If such a creature as Vaul existed, then others like him did as well. And, well, they certainly weren't going to hurt him any for as long as the horse remained present. So in the end he offered a small smile up to that fanged equine, and for a moment he thought he saw the expression returned.

That was until he was distracted by the distinctly lewd moan of the buck beside him. Cherno had his lips wrapped right around one of the horse's thick nuts, slipping as much of it into his mouth as he possibly could, sucking the forbidden flavour right out of it. He was drooling, moaning, acting utterly depraved in ways Mahiri had never seen before. His fingers ran up and down Vaul's thigh, and he put all his attention on a single one of those balls, leaving the other gently bobbing along with his eager, relentless sucks. It was like an unspoken offer.

He hardly had to think about whether or not he wanted it. His body moved for him, but it was never unnatural, never felt like he was being controlled or forced. Something simply awoke in him, a long-buried desire to utterly devote himself to something_greater_. And so Vaul was soon treated to the pleasure of a tingly cat tongue upon the other orb as the leopard joined into the worship. Two cute, girly guys were sucking on his sack at once, pressed cheek to cheek as they served him, rewarded time and time again with mouthfuls of his flavour. They closed their eyes, and before long their motions became synchronized, rhythmic and smooth as they glossed the smooth skin of those balls against their tongues.

Thick fingers curled into their hair, pressing tight to their scalps as they sucked on him. Cherno eventually moved higher, stretching himself up to slurp his way up that spire of horse cock, getting it thoroughly wet thanks to the copious flow of his own saliva. He couldn't get enough, slathering up and down, rising, planting his hooves just so he could get his tongue on more. Everything was worth his attention. Every little bump or vein on that stark black shaft. He lingered on the medial ring a while, sucked at it, kissed his way up, and he almost never seemed to pause for breath. Once he was at the tip, he simply let it smear a thick coating of pre over his entire face, basking in it, huffing of the scent, moaning, drooling.

Mahiri ended up simply watching him for a while, gazing up, nose still buried right at the warm centre of Vaul's heavy balls. He let himself swim in musk a while as he observed Cherno giving everything to pleasure that intimidating devil, without a single second's hesitation. That flat tip pushed against his lips, and then past them as he started swallowing all that cock, gulping, dripping, sucking on it hard all the while, as long strands of pre dripped down to the floor, and into Mahiri's hair when he didn't get out of the way.

Vaul simply snorted briefly, shifting his grip to each of Cherno's antlers. Such a hold made it easy to dominate him, and before long he was plunging in and out of the buck's open throat. Jamming his shaft in there, roughly, filling Cherno's gullet with that trunk of firm flesh, bringing out a wet glurk and swallow, if not a choke. Such vicious facefucking looked like it ought to have been dangerous or harmful, even fatal, with how many inches were being shoved into the buck's mouth, but he didn't complain, didn't struggle. He simply did his best to service the hellish equine while he got himself used like a toy, the resulting thrusts and yanks on his antlers bringing him right off his hooves, leaving him just dangling there once more, bent over and glurking it all down until those heavy nuts were tapping against his chin.

Mahiri sat back, half wondering if he should have been rescuing Cherno from that brutal pounding. The sounds of him swallowing, gulping down all those juices being poured into his belly, were mixed in with the wet smacks of those increasingly soaked nuts tapping to his lips. His nose ended up mashed into the beast's crotch, grinding there on the forward strokes. Vaul didn't slam rapidly, but simply lunged back and forth in steady hammer-strikes. It was hard to tell if he was even getting much pleasure from it, as his expression remained neutral but for a slight snarl. Yet listening to him revealed his enjoyment, as those heavy equine huffs increased in intensity, faster, faster, like some unholy engine of destruction.

He broke his stoic demeanour only briefly to growl out as he came. It didn't sound like any animal either of them knew, just a resonant rumble that went along with the final turgid flex of his shaft. Cherno felt a moment of clarity then, breaking through the cloud all the potent musk had inflicted on him. He had time for just a moment of dread, right before stallion cum filled him with its intense heat. Rushing down like a cataclysmic flood, loudly sloshing in his belly when it made hard, sloppy impact. It wasn't long before he was starting to to feel heavy and engorged as his belly got weighed down with it all. What he couldn't swallow soon was flowing down his chin, or squirting out along his cheeks, even leaving through his nose from all the pent up pressure.

Vaul eventually dropped him, letting him roughly slide off his cock in the process, coughing up spatters of hot devil seed to pool on the floor beneath him. That mess was soon made bigger as the beast milked out the rest of his cum all over the deer's back, getting the rich cream in his hair, and over his entire body, from shoulders to rump to hooves. He was swimming in it, imbued with it from every angle, unable to even rise both for lack of breath and for slipping in the lewd mess every time he attempted. So he just coughed, and panted hard, as if only remembering then that it was necessary for him to breathe.

Mahiri had been watching Cherno getting wrecked with that relentless outpouring of cum, but when he looked up he was startled to find the devil was staring at him. Glowing in his direction. He gasped, and scooted back a little, just instinctively. Cherno finally managed to struggle to his knees, dripping and soaked, stallion cum clinging to his every inch, and he looked up to the devil with a breathless, broken expression, his tongue hanging out of his mouth shamelessly.

"Yes," the deer moaned. "Yes, I will do it. Anything you want. I'll take your deal."

Those words made Vaul turn his attention back to the dominated deer. "As long as you understand the terms."

"To hell with the terms! Uh, no offence. I just... I want it." He rubbed at his head, which only further smeared the musky mess upon his face, grappling with his overflowing lust.

Vaul gave a single nod. "Very well. Then, I ought to ensure what you have given me does not break easily."

That made the buck break into a grin. "Oh, he definitely doesn't, trust me."

"Words. Let us see."

Soon, both of them had their attention on the leopard. He gave them a look as if accused of a crime, and the thought of fleeing from the room suddenly spoke loudly in his mind. Vaul approached him, his cock still tremendously firm, casually so, and offered his meaty hand. It was near the size of Mahiri's whole head. Despite how bad an idea it seemed, he took that offered hand and was soon hefted to his feet with ease. Not roughly, but he could still feel that strength behind the grip.

They locked eyes, red on green, and again there was that feeling of his thoughts being groped through. His every minor guilt of the past exposed, his regrets nakedly on display. He blinked a few times, as if to break the spell, and when he spoke his voice was a pathetic mewl, embarrassing by the time he finished the first syllable.

"What ... what do I have to do?"

"Nothing," Vaul said, and firmly. It was oddly reassuring. "Only what you desire."

Given how hard it was to meet the horse's eyes, he let his eyes wander. Down that bulky chest, over those huge arms. And soon enough, he was simply staring at all that horsecock, wielded there in front of him, still pulsing despite being smeared and dripping with the results of his recent orgasm. It didn't even seem to faze him. As he stared, images of himself face-down on Cherno's bed, being pounded until he couldn't remember his own name began to fill his mind, and he felt his cheeks warming, ashamed of how horny he was in such circumstances.

"There is no need for shame," Vaul said, as if reading his thoughts. Maybe he was. "Your body knows what you truly want. Do not let others tell you what is acceptable."

"I'm not usually such a slut," the cat murmured, and then outright yelped as he was forcefully cut off.

"Erase this word from your mind. You are a creature of desires, like any other." He ran his fingers slowly through the leopard's hair, stretching the soft strands out to their fullest length and then letting them fall. "I want to fulfill them."

The cat's hips swayed right along with his tail as he struggled to keep from squirming all over. His own arousal was pulsing through his whole body, right down to his toes, tensing all the muscles along the way. He bit his lip. Every part of him wanted the horse so badly. He would have been willing to beg for it at that point. But Vaul wasn't going to make him beg.

He might have fainted for a moment, because he suddenly found himself sprawled out on the bed, as if he had fallen back, but he didn't remember doing so. He didn't question it, instead just flipping himself over and just stretching himself across as much of that bed as he could. His tail was up against his shoulder, his head was hanging over the side, and he was rumbling with delight. All that worry was gone - replaced by the dawning excitement of knowing he was about to be fucked like he had never been fucked before. By the devil himself. Or one of them, anyway.

Cherno had finally recovered enough to walk, though he was still panting. Maybe he was just hot, with heat washing over him, clinging to him thanks to all the cum on his fur. The horse's mere presence was warm enough, filling the whole room with some sort of hellish warmth. He couldn't help but grin as he watched the leopard giving in. He always knew Mahiri to be so cautious - but he also absolutely loved getting that spotty booty pounded. One side of him had apparently won over the other.

Watching all those dark muscles mounting over the cat's soft, feminine form, completely covering him in a blanket of power while a fat horsecock rubbed up and down his back was a hell of a show. Cherno was still hard, and soon harder, so he just stepped around and moved to the cat's face, listening to him moan and purr as the stallion humped him, cock wedged between those spotted cheeks, hotdogging and grinding alongside the base of his lifted tail.

"Don't say I never do anything nice for you, Mahiri," he teased. "Help me out a little, will you?"

He didn't even need to ask. No sooner had he looped his fingers into the leopard's hair before the cat was just lunging for him, planting his lips right on his balls and slurping roughly up the buck's offered cock without hesitation. His tingly tongue being applied so generously like that was almost too much for Cherno to handle, overstimulated, stomping a hoof as he snorted out. But he wasn't going to stop him. Not when such an adorably depraved side of him was coming out. He just humped at the cat's face, tugging on his hair, while the horse thrust against that spotted ass from the other side, yanking hard on the root of his tail.

The cat was moaning already, just being rubbed on like that, and he quickly muffled the sound by stuffing the buck's shaft between his lips. A long, firm suck down to the base, and he started slurping off some of the horse's cum that remained on shaft and fur alike. Though he wasn't just in it for that, and eagerly savoured every inch of Cherno's member while the deer started to slowly, and then more firmly facefuck the purring cat. Mahiri's focus remained steady for a time, but nobody could stay silent for long when that much horsecock started pushing under their tail.

He mrawled, he mewled, he cried out, and all of it was directed right into Cherno's crotch, pleasuring the deer with the muffled vibrations of his delighted calls. The cat's body shook at first as he felt himself getting spread out by that belly-bulging shaft, partly wondering if he was even going to survive such a penetration. But he didn't even feel any discomfort. That cock was colossal, but it was slick, and it just seemed to fit him so comfortably as Vaul stuffed him with it. Over the middle ring with a jarring bump, and deeper, deeper, until the cat felt those tremendous balls tapping against his own, making his own above-average set feel so very small in comparison.

Just that slick plunge had almost made him cum on the spot, spurting pre thick enough to pool on the bed beneath him. And that was only the beginning. Vaul drew back without hesitation, withdrawing halfway, and began to pump. Every earthquake slam of impact rocked the leopard's entire body from rump to skull, rattling his mind, or so it felt. He couldn't focus on sucking off the deer anymore, but Cherno was fine with that, just fucking that cute face, rubbing on that rough tongue and pushing into the cat's throat as he delighted in watching him get rutted to ruination by the horsecock from hell.

Not long was Vaul fucking the thoughts right of him, and Mahiri was simply letting his eyes roll back, letting his tongue hang out against the buck's balls, drooling on them as he got bred like a mare. His soft body looked like it ought to have been destroyed by the thumping, drilling impact, by being mercilessly fucked by the mighty stallion, but he just kept that tail raised and purred all through it, no matter how hard that thick, jiggling ass got pounded by the devil.

Though he wasn't able to exactly last long. A minute of getting fucked from both sides at once, and he clenched up all tight. Some sort of yowl came from him, right up against Cherno's nuts, and he just jerked about a few times before letting loose with his own cum. It sprayed out in multiple jets, one, two, three, and just kept coming after that, soaking himself and the bed beneath in lengthy strands of feline seed that pooled out in all directions before he was even done. Vaul moved surprisingly gently the whole time, thrusting back and forth just a single inch, massaging the cat's prostate and ensuring he got his whole orgasm out before continuing. Then he thudded down, balls deep, and snorted. It was time to properly breed him.

Cherno took the hint and gave a hard thrust forth of his own, burying himself in the leopard's throat and tapping a hoof as he felt his orgasm swelling through his cock. All that pent-up lust, all that desire, concentrated out at once. He came hard in the cute cat's mouth, yanking on his hair the whole time, making sure he swallowed everything that came pouring forth. Mahiri did as wordlessly told, sucking down what felt like pints of deer cum, only letting a little trickle down his chin. At least until the buck pulled back, and gave him a good creaming in the face, cumming all over those features and into his hair in a dominant display.

It was briefly impressive, but soon drowned out by the horse's own orgasm. He thumped the cat as if to break him, ramming down and cracking the very bedframe beneath him. And then again, and one more time. It only took three such thrusts before Mahiri was forced to cum again on the spot, even if it was just a few brief spurts. And then came the flood, just as it had for Cherno. That cock flexing, bulging in the kitty's belly, balls going taut against his own, while the horse gave just a single snort in an understatement of what was to come.

An instant later, and he was hosing down the the leopard's insides, pumping him full of seed so thickly that he was swelling him out in an instant. The cat soon had to arch his back just to take some of the pressure off of his belly. Before long, he was drooling that very same cum, dribbling it down Cherno's thighs and balls as it sloshed through his entire body. It was excessive, ridiculous, impossible but it was happening.

The cat's body just seemed to shut down as he was rutted fuller and fuller, eventually overflowing from both sides as a constant stream ran down his own sack. Vaul wasn't done cumming. He seeded that cat full until Mahiri simply couldn't move, until he was gushing it out of himself, and slumping down into a pool of collective cum that marked his fur beyond recognition. A complete mess, ravaged and ruffled and soaked to the very skin. He murmured, he mewled, and he managed at least to continue his purring the whole time. The only part of him that hadn't been broken by the devil's terrible power.

Cherno relaxed, still feeling the leopard's purrs rumbling around his cock. His breath came heavy and ragged, while the scent of sex danced around in his senses. That poor kitten was drenched, bloated, and fucked absolutely silly by that monolithic spire of devil dick. So much cum had been pumped into him he was drooling it. Some of it was the buck's, but mostly it was pure demonic seed, flowing through the cat's body, infusing him with its corrupting essence, as well as simply weighing him down.

He couldn't move, couldn't speak, only managing a few faint gurgled moans when he tried to communicate. The two males let him slump to the bed as they relented with their dominant grips to his hair and tail. Cum pooled beneath him, steaming over his body while he purred in it. Some was his, the rest was Vaul's, overflowing and running down his taint and balls and thighs alike. He'd been used, marked, and he couldn't quite form a coherent thought to even reflect on how incredible it had felt to be fucked like that. The taste of the buck's cock and cum all the while only added to the experience, the musky cherry on top.

Pulling out was an extended process for the horse, and the cat could only flop about as he was tugged at, two powerful hands gripping his hips and keeping him planted flat as Vaul withdrew his cock. That made for a sloppy splat of pressured seed down to the bed, soaking the leopard even more, right down to his skin. Even once the flared tip noisily popped free, Vaul gave a squeeze and squirted a few last ropes across the leopard's spotted cheeks, just to further mark him as the property he was. Which was only going to prove more fitting shortly.

Cherno exchanged a glance with the horse, meeting those eyes just for a moment before feeling the need to avert his gaze, but neither of them said anything to each other. Truth told, the buck's cheeks were burning, and not just with the pleasure of orgasm. He felt guilt welling up, knowing exactly what that brief, wordless look meant. The leopard didn't deserve what was about to happen. He was innocent. But the temptation, the power that Vaul offered, was too great. Cherno had to look away from what happened next.

Vaul picked the leopard up as if he weighed nothing, and simply tucked him under one arm like a package. The cat dangled there, blinking, his senses slowly coming back to him as the devil stood. Despite being fucked completely silly, he was starting to at least remember who he was. Then where he was. And then came the gasps, the squirms, as the glowing maw of a portal to hell appeared suddenly before him. It manifested from nothing, and opened into darkness, from which distant screams could be heard echoing in the emptiness. Vaul approached it, one heavy fall of hooves at a time.

"W-wait. Where are we going? What's happening?" the leopard faintly murmured, to no effect. So he continued, louder. "Where are you taking me?"

Still nobody answered him. Instead, Vaul regarded Cherno with a stern look. The intimidation factor was perhaps lessened by the cum and sweat that clung to his body, his equine shaft still swinging back and forth from one thigh to the other with every step as it hung partly softened. Or maybe that was more intimidating.

"You will not hear from me again for some time, unless you misuse your new power. But all debts must be paid."

Cherno nodded, as if he understood. He really had no idea what he was agreeing to, but such doubts seemed to simply melt away as something else surged through him. It felt like his body was being filled with lightning, sparks tingling through his every vein. He could feel it in his fingertips, in his palms, and it made his mind race with the new possibilities a devil's favour granted him. There was nothing out of reach. Nothing he couldn't have. Things were going to be different. Even if it meant sacrificing his friend.

"Cherno, what are you doing? Why are you just sitting there? What's..."

Vaul shushed him with a finger. He was gentle. "You are mine now, leopard. A sacrifice, given to me by your once-friend."

Mahiri whimpered, starting to squirm harder in that grasp. Even a loose hold on him was impossible to escape, given that supernatural strength holding him in place. As his fear intensified, gazing into the literal abyss before him, he even dared protest.

"But I ... I haven't done anything bad! I don't want to go to hell!"

"We shall see your true nature soon," Vaul answered.

Mahiri turned to his friend, who wasn't making eye contact with him. "Cherno?"

The buck said nothing. He simply sat there, curling and uncurling his fingers, making tight fists as he felt that new power flowing through him. There was still that sense of guilt, but it wasn't enough to make him change his mind. Not when he could feel the new potential swimming through his body. And so he simply sat and listened to the leopard's frightened mewls as the devil took him away into the absolute darkness. There was a scream from the cat, but it was cut short by sudden stark silence as that gateway sealed back up behind Vaul. Mahiri was gone. The ritual was complete.

There was so much to accomplish, now that he had the means to seize it all. Cherno stood, and flexed his arms. There was strength in them the likes of which he could never imagine. His thoughts were free, unrestrained by fatigue or basic mortal needs. And his cock gave a throb of desire. He wanted to fuck, wanted to indulge, and he wanted to take everything he could and make it his own. His true life began that moment, and the only question was where to start, when he could have anything in the world he ever wanted. Thus began the sweetest years a mortal creature could possibly hope for, with only the lingering memory of the leopard's silenced cries haunting him throughout, pushed down by the many pleasures of the flesh.

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Ten years passed. A decade of decadence, of sin and desires fulfilled one after another. Cherno became bigger, stronger, but never lost that feminine shape of his. A mere glance of his seductive eyes and people of any gender simply bent to his will merely for the implied promise of something sweeter should they obey him. His home evolved from modest, to luxurious, to excessively opulent. Marble fountains trickled as his influential guests mingled in one room or another. It wasn't even some event or party - important people simply gravitated towards him, gathered near wherever he was, wanting to be part of his inner circle.

He reclined in a broad armchair, much like a throne, as two of his guests knelt beside him, rubbing at his shoulders. It seemed like no one could resist the chance to earn his favour. To dote on him or even serve him. His drink stayed refreshed without him even having to say anything, attended to by another of his guests, and when he spoke, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to listen.

"Thank you all for being here today. I hope you're all comfortable and content." He sipped wine as he spoke, adding to the captivating effect. "You all know I couldn't have come this far, couldn't have achieved all this without your help. For that, I say, give yourselves a hand."

Applause broke out at once, doing just as he told without hesitation. He smirked to see it. So many smiling faces, all of them there because of him. People who had accomplished great things in their lives. Brilliant minds, or powerful leaders. Yet they all looked up to him. They praised him. He was like their god, he thought to himself.

It seemed to be getting darker in there, as the lights of the chandeliers faded away. Was there some sort of power outage? No sooner had the applause started before it was quieting right down, as well. In the distance, people were simply vanishing, swallowed up by an encroaching wall of darkness that was impenetrable even by his unnaturally sharpened vision. The sound of clapping shrunk down to a single pair of heavy hands slowly coming together, sounding more mocking than uproarious. He squinted into the nothingness, and realized he was no longer seated in his chair, but rather upon a warm, solid stone floor.

Light returned, but it was tainted. Not the welcoming lights of home, but rather that familiar crimson glow. It immediately reminded him of that night. Those years ago. There were a certain hue to it that was unmistakable. The last time he saw it, it was fading away along with the echoes of the leopard's frightened cries. In a moment, Cherno was taken from confident, looking over his domain and all who had gathered to praise him, to alone and scared.

The ominous light slowly revealed the great, muscled form of the ancient horse devil, seated upon his own throne. He was clad only in a leather loincloth, adorned with a skull, and it visibly bulged with the outline of his massive shaft. His eyes burned through the misty darkness, and in the glow, Cherno could see his teeth. He looked like he was snarling. All the buck could do was remain kneeling there, naked and vulnerable, wondering just what was coming next. He felt fear unlike anything he had ever felt before, as the devil ceased his sarcastic applause and rose from his throne.

As he did, another figure emerged from the shadows. A slinky, seductive cat stood proudly at the horse's side, leaning against him and rubbing a hand reverentially up and down his toned middle. The leopard didn't look familiar at first. His curves were bigger, his body more toned and visibly dangerous. He sported longer fangs, an unnatural glow to his emerald eyes, along with a predatory viciousness to them that wasn't like the Mahiri he remembered. But before he could be intimidated by the cat's new appearance, Cherno spotted those two little horns rising up atop the leopard's head, poking out from his long hair. For lack of a better word, they were adorable.

Moreover, the leopard didn't look anguished or ruined in the slightest. He groped and squeezed at the horse with adoration, subservient but not mindlessly so. Vaul was running his fingers through the cat's silky hair, and Cherno got the impression of there being outright affection between the two of them. Everything about Mahiri's appearance made it seem like he had fared well in his new hellish surroundings, the past decade.

Vaul raised his hands and tapped his fingers together, while the leopard remained clinging to his side.

"Cherno," he simply said.

"Ah, Vaul, I didn't expect to - I mean, it is good to see you?" It unintentionally came out as a question, as he did his best to scramble to his feet.

The horse simply pointed down to the ground in response, and the buck obeyed without thinking. There was no physical force that made him drop back to his knees, but he simply couldn't force his mind to do anything but exactly what he was told. So he remained there, kneeling, and assumed a similar prayer-like position as when he first met the powerful devil.

"You have done well for yourself over the recent years. The use of your power has been decidedly unsubtle." There was disapproval in Vaul's voice, perhaps of the slightly fatherly variety.

"Have I ... broken the rules?" Cherno cautiously asked.

Vaul made a simple gesture, commanding the deer to stand. He did, immediately. Then he just shook his head.

"No. But you have swiftly accumulated a debt beyond anything your flesh could ever hope to pay."

"I ... I don't follow."

Though there seemed a certain anger about him as he loomed near, towering and mighty, Vaul remained for the most part tranquil. Which only made him more frightening to look at. It was like there was something bubbling beneath his steady exterior.

"I had suspect you didn't fully understand the terms of our deal, hastily as you made it. But that is your problem, not mine." He folded his arms over his chest, which made them look even bigger. "It is time to pay your dues. If your body has nothing more to offer, then I shall take more."

"More?" Cherno tried to take a step back, but he couldn't make his leg move. It wasn't like there was anywhere to go, with nothing but the void stretching out in all directions.

"Follow," came his command, and it was one that resonated to the very core of Cherno's body. It felt like there was a hand inside his chest, clutching his heart just firmly enough it struggled to beat right. He followed.

Vaul returned to his throne, flanked by the leopard, and the two of them exchanged a brief kiss as he got himself seated once more. The cat was purring, was swishing his tail, and his eyes gleamed with a certain perverse excitement. The look he gave the devil was one of adoration as he sunk down between those powerful ebony thighs, kneeling there and pressing the back of his head against the horse's bulge, nuzzling those barely-concealed balls as he watched Cherno approach. There was a little smirk on his lips, but he had nothing to say to the deer. His mere presence alone invoked a feeling of remorse in Cherno's chest, but that was lessened by just how happy he looked.

"Before we begin, I must thank you," Vaul said, interlocking his fingers and leaning back. "Mahiri was innocent, undeserving of hell. But spending time here awoke something within him. Even in the kindest, gentlest being there is potential. I think he is much happier now. Though I will not speak for him."

Cherno was left wondering what exactly they were about to 'begin' but he let that question slide for the moment. First, was something to exonerate his guilty conscience. "You haven't hurt him?"

"Sometimes. But only for his pleasure."

Mahiri giggled, and finally spoke. "Turns out I was way more kinky than I thought I was. We've been having so much fun! I'd say thank you, but I don't think you were exactly trying to give me a gift when you sent me down here."

"I didn't - I wasn't meaning to - I'm sorry," Cherno staggered through his words, dipping his head.

"Thanks!" the leopard said brightly. He gave a dismissive gesture as if imparting a blessing. "A little late, but, I mean, sure. Forgiven. Too bad I don't make the judgments around here."

The cat's voice was familiar as ever, but there was confidence and mischief to his tone that was new. He had changed. Become something else. Yet there was still much about him that was the same. Any sense of familiarity or comfort Cherno got from that was immediately stifled by the boom of Vaul's command.

"Approach."

Cherno approached. He ended up standing right before the devil, with the cat kneeling down in front of him. His hands were at his sides and his back was straight, even if he felt a few shivers running down his spine, threatening to throw his posture out of line. Mahiri stood up, swishing his tail, and swiftly stepped around behind the buck, placing both hands on his hips.

"You know, it's funny how you were always on top, back in the day. I was so submissive then. But it gets boring just waiting for things to happen to you."

He pressed his rumbling chest against Cherno's back. The buck couldn't move, still doing his best to stand as straight as he could, watching the horse before him take on a slightly amused expression. It wasn't quite a smile, but as close as the stoic equine got. Cherno was helpless as the once-submissive cat began to run his hands over his naked fur, stroking along his sides, his belly, his chest, and then down to his balls, giving them a possessive squeeze.

"I went through so much of life seeming to forget I was a leopard. A predator. I was always such a pushover. Wanting to make everyone happy. Even when they don't deserve it."

He squeezed a bit harder, and Cherno gasped. It didn't hurt, but he had never seen his old friend act so aggressively. It was enough to keep him still, enraptured even. Even when he felt the tingly touch of a barbed feline tip pressing beneath his short tail. It was a lot bigger than he remembered.

"So if I'm going to be a leopard, I should probably show some soft, meaty deer his place, shouldn't I?"

He punctuated that sentiment with a firm nip of fangs to the side of Cherno's throat. Not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to make the buck jump a little. Startled, not just by being bitten in such a vulnerable spot, but by such behaviour coming from the cat like that. It was a side of him never would have predicted. But it had been a long time, after all.

Mahiri was much stronger than he remembered, too. Those stroking touches soon changed to a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around his chest and waist. For once, Cherno was helpless to the leopard's whims. And currently, his whims included pressing that thick feline cock up between the cheeks of the deer's backside, starting to grind hard, and wetly too. A warm mess of pre was soon spreading from the base of his tail down his taint and to his balls as the leopard started having his way with him.

It would have been one thing to be violated by the formally innocent cat all on his own, but all the while Cherno was left staring at the devil's seated form as he observed the whole ordeal. It was impossible to read his expression, but he was patient, calm. Letting the cat perform, as if observing the results of his own work. Cherno didn't have long to consider where this was all leading before he felt a sudden press of a barb-clad tip pressing into his backside.

The leopard rumbled deep, growling. He wasn't purring anymore as he buried himself inside the buck, harshly clutching at him the whole time, pumping, thrusting. It was rough, but it felt so good, tingling inside him, that Cherno was getting hard before long. He couldn't resist. A soft whimper even escaped his lips once he felt Mahiri's balls against his own, and his body bent forward just a little, until his face was nearly between Vaul's legs.

The horse didn't move, just sitting back and observing. The bulge beneath his loincloth stirred, but he remained passive. Simply letting the leopard have his way with the buck, bending him over and fucking him. Swiftly, strongly, slapping against that tight buck butt, making things wetter and wetter as he nipped and nibbled at him the whole time. If this was his penance for all the years of indulgence, he wasn't going to complain. When he heard Vaul's voice though, he knew that there was something much worse in store for him.

"Bring him closer. It is time to feed."

Lost in lust, Cherno perked his head up at those words. He was face to face with the devil at that point, urged forth by the leopard's constant thrusts, spanking him with his hips, filling him with pre. When he tried to open his mouth to question just what that was supposed to mean, he was cut off by his own gasp as an sudden load of hot feline cum sprayed into him. It coursed into his rump, rope after rope, and the climax didn't even seem to make the leopard pause. He just kept pounding that tight deer ass, slopping his own cum around with every noisy, messy stroke.

Cherno was still hard the whole time, getting outright rutted by the leopard, as if he was caught by a wild animal. Unrelenting, unflinching, thump thump thump. He was being pushed closer and closer to the horse's face, until he could feel the intimidating heat of his breath on his muzzle. His eyes were open wide, chest tight, full of anticipation even as the constant slap of the leopard's balls to his ass repeated.

"We will start with your body. It is mine now," Vaul stated, and he cupped a hand under the deer's chin. "If that is not adequate, we will move onto your soul."

"What do you mean my -"

Cherno didn't get a chance to finish. That gentle touch to his chin became a grip around his throat, the fingers of a single hand reaching all the way around to tug him forth. He ended up nose to nose with the horse, feeling his fangs against his fur. And then he was looking into the abyss of the horse's mouth, as those jaws stretched wetly open right before him, the lack of cheeks making for an unnaturally wide gape. Then they clamped down, snapping those teeth shut around Cherno, and bit.

He thought he might have lost his head when those jaws closed. Something came free, and the horse began to loudly chew. Flecks of something ended up clinging in his face, and he realized it was his antlers. They'd been bitten right off in a single harsh chomp, and they were reduced to splinters in a moment between the devil's deadly teeth. Cherno could only watch with a certain sense of awe, and terror, thinking about how much worse it would have been to feel those fangs in his flesh.

The grip on his throat didn't loosen. He was starting to feel the burn in his lungs. There was no gasping, no trying to reason with Vaul. He just did his best to hold still, so that the rest of him remained unchewed. The loss of his antlers was humiliating, but he could deal with that. It was made more so when he felt another steady jet of cum inside him, the leopard filling him once more and continuing, his stamina unending. The buck's rump was starting to feel numb from the constant impact of feline hips, but the pleasure couldn't be denied. It kept him hard, even through his fright.

Vaul clearly wasn't done with him, of course. The leopard fucked him closer and closer to those jaws once those antlers were gone. Chewed and swallowed with ease, like any other food. His muzzle ended up right atop the horse's broad tongue, feeling breath steaming in his face, unnaturally hot. Even hotter was Vaul's gullet, as Cherno was forced inside head first, immediately dragging him inside, while the leopard left his backside stinging with a hard spank.

Maybe it was just a tease. A bit of domination to terrify him. Let him gaze into oblivion and then pull him back from it. But the leopard's constant humping was pushing him in, inch by inch, and the devil wasn't relenting. And his throat was so strong, he didn't even need to push the deer inside, able to drag him to the very tips of his teetering hooves through the power of his swallows alone, taut around his frightened features.

He made a cry, but it was muffled in the hot flesh of that slimy, humid throat. Saliva dribbled down over his face, and he started to squirm and struggle. That just renewed the ferocity with which the leopard fucked him, slamming him into him like an unhinged demon. Then cumming in him again, the mess now run right down to his hooves as it overflowed out of his stretched, numb hole. Mahiri didn't stop, even as Vaul started eating the buck alive, and whole, sucking him down one powerful gulp at a time.

Cherno's best efforts to escape from that impending fate had him flailing about, kicking his hooves, which just had him slipping in leopard cum. He was scrambling, panicking, but he wasn't going anywhere. It almost made it worse that Vaul was taking his time in consuming him. Simply squeezing an inch of him at a time, glurking loudly, while squeezing at his shoulders, feeding them in over those sharpened teeth. They brushed along his skin, combed through his fur, but the devil didn't bite. Only swallowed.

Soon the buck was gasping for air with his face outlined in the horse's gullet. There was air to breathe, but the heat was stifling, burning in his lungs, weakening him. He thought he might just pass out from fear, and that might have been a mercy at that point. It wasn't like he was getting away. His fate was within the devil's stomach, to be subjected to whatever terrible process that was a devil's digestives.

The leopard seemed to finally tire of fucking him, pulling out with a messy splat, leaving plenty dripping down Cherno's balls. He rubbed his feline cock right beside the root of the buck's tail, spurting a few more shots of rich cum over his back, layering the heated mess and dominantly marking the one who had betrayed him those many years ago. Before long, the strands of cum glistening on his back mingled with the saliva running down the buck's shoulders as they were engulfed.

"If it were up to me, I'd say you'd learned your lesson by now." Mahiri's could barely keep from giggling. "But horsie says this is how it goes. And it's going to be so much fun to watch!"

Cherno couldn't see it, but the cat dropped down to his knees again and nuzzled up between Vaul's thighs. He licked at the leather of that loincloth, working the bulge beneath as it grew larger. Dropping from its sheath, hanging lower than the length of the cloth so he could clutch it. Soon he was simply rubbing it against his face, smearing its scent on his fur. This was a practised performance, one he had done many times before, worshipping on that ancient evil, the devil of domination, while he feasted on yet another mortal. Cherno was far from the first.

Before long, the slick sounds of the leopard's lips wrapped snug and sucking on that spire of horsecock were competing with the heavy gulps that sent Cherno towards his doom. The heat was getting to him, making his eyes water, make his body seize up and give in. Panic could only sustain him for so long, and fatigue was creeping into his muscles before he even got a proper struggle going. He was more twitching, writhing, fearfully shaking as he was swallowed whole, kneaded by those monstrous fangs with every gulp. They framed his chest, then scraped dangerously down his ribs, and the soft flesh of his middle. One bite and it could have ended, but he was heading down into those sweltering depths intact, one muscular flex of the horse's gullet at a time.

He could hear voices. They were muffled behind the rhythmic, calm pump of the devil's powerful heart, steady even while consuming someone. But he was sure he heard them. Anguished, distant wailing. Trapped somewhere within the wicked creature's flesh. Tormented souls calling for help, or salvation, in some cases. Others were merely wailing, broken and quavering, but never ceasing their cries. They grew louder as he descended deeper, wrapped in darkness, hearing little more than the wet sounds of being squeezed down Vaul's throat.

Blackness crept around the edges of his vision, but he couldn't faint, couldn't pass out and just let his fate come to pass. Something wouldn't let him, an invisible clamp on his mind and body that ensured he was perfectly conscious, feeling every little detail squeezing on his body as he was eaten. Soon, that included sudden rise in the heat as his face finally entered the stallion's stomach. It was even hotter in there. The humid air hit him like a wave, immersing him in heat that numbed all else. His legs were falling limp, barely squirming back and forth, weakly kicking his hooves through the air as he was finished off. His waist, tongue only briefly brushing over his firm shaft, not paying it any real mind. Then over his rump, teeth pressing into that rounded curve, still dripping leopard cum from beneath his tail. And then only his legs remained, flopped about by the force of those swallows slurping them down.

A little longer, and Cherno was gone. The very last glimpse of his vaguely struggling hooves disappeared behind those terrible fangs as they clicked back together. The bulge in the black horse's throat descended and reemerged beneath his abdomen. The taut muscles there flexed inwards, threatening to crush the buck on the spot before he even fully settled in. Though he was hardly half the size of the equine, he still made for a bulge beneath his muscles, rounding out and giving him a gut. Taking his perfectly muscled form and making it more of a somewhat chubby powerlifter's as he fought against its constant pulsing pressure.

He had to fight to even breathe, getting the life slowly crushed out of him by that forceful gut. It was too tight, too hot, and was already loudly churning up juices that coated his compressed body from all sides. His flexibility couldn't contend with the confined space, and he was forced into a balled-up position that was terribly uncomfortable, if not outright painful. He pushed, kicked, and gasped out, but nothing could move him. Vaul was going to hold him exactly where he was, for as long as he wanted. Which wasn't going to be long, judging by those threatening gurgles sounding all around him, drowning out the distant screams, and the sound of that leopard-demon gleefully sucking off the dark horse.

Vaul didn't rise, or even seem to react to finishing off his prey. Mahiri certainly did, sliding his lips off that cock, going up to knead his hands into the bulge of the horse's meal. Cherno felt those fingers pressing in on him, and trapped as he was, he could do nothing but absorb those massages. They were meant for the horse, but he felt them too, and they brought back memories. The kitty had always been good with his hands, always knew exactly where to rub, and that hadn't changed even during his time in hell. Still the expert masseuse, except rather than soothing some sore muscles, he was aiding in the noisy digestion of his former friend.

Cherno could feel the purrs, too. The cat was pressed close to the swell of deer in the horse's gut, hugging tight and worshipping on that belly. He crawled right up into the horse's lap, and continued his rubbing while the two of them kissed. There was genuine affection between them - something that might have eased the inner recesses of Cherno's guilty conscience, had the circumstances been different. But there was no time for considering such things. Not when he was actively digesting alive.

At least it wasn't' as bad as he expected it to be. Rather than scorching, burning, he simply felt himself weakening. As if he were being drained rather than melted. And to confirm such suspicions, he felt his ribs going tighter to his skin, felt his cheeks pulling taut to his skull, and all of his body was simply growing leaner, lighter, weaker than ever before. Reduced to an ordinary mortal once more, all those unholy enhancements and powers stripped away. Then to even less than he was before. As those harsh gurgles pressed harder and harder to his failing body, they squeezed all the air out of his lungs, then forced him into a tighter ball, they immersed him in the tingling fluids flowing freely inside Vaul's gut. It wasn't going to be much longer.

Feeling his own demise creeping up on him was a curious feeling, unlike anything he could have expected. It was like a shadow descending over his body, blackening the light that was once there as his muscles went numb and his limbs fell limp. His breathing ceased and he felt his heart slowing. The shadow was moving up his body. When it finally overtook his head, laid across his face like a shroud, he choked out a few last times, and fell into the void, along with a few last twitches that convulsed violently through his body in a final macabre performance.

Mahiri was excitedly rubbing at the buck's dying body all the while, and he channelled his excitement into pleasuring that great devil. Gag reflex being a thing of the past, he didn't flinch when he plunged half of Vaul's shaft back into his throat once more, all in a single motion. Simply seizing it in both hands as he sat there rubbing his own cock against its base, and going down as deeply as he could from such an angle. A few good sucks, and he was swallowing globs of pre, finally breaking the horse from his stoicism to grunt in satisfaction as the cat worshipped him so shortly after his taut gut snuffed the life out of someone he once called a friend.

Yet, Cherno was still there, in some form. He was still aware, unable to properly slip into nothingness despite his body being little more than meat at that point. It was digesting rapidly, immersed in acids powerful beyond anything natural. Stripped not layer by layer, but piece by piece. Dismantled, liquefied, and reduced to merely bones. Which were soon pulverized by the compressions of those stomach walls after they were hollowed and pockmarked in seconds by those unrelenting fluids. He was dead, long gone, digested and absorbed to feed the devil's heavy muscles all the more, as well as layering a little pudge upon his belly to be worked off. If such creatures even had to worry about such. Yet even in death, he remained thinking, and it gradually dawned on him in horror that things were far from over.

What was worse, he could see again. The dark confines of the devil's stomach lit up with an eerie blue-green glow, allowing him to see the last few scraps of his former bones before they disintegrated into powder, and then nothing. The scent was hot and acidic - that sense was restored to him as well. He finally took the time to look down at himself, and he saw his own body, intact as before, but now imbued with a ghostly light that illuminated his surroundings. The sound of digestion remained constant, and he could feel those walls kneading at him, still hungry. And as they did, the light that allowed him to see flickered.

"Your body has been claimed. So it shall remain." Vaul slowly rubbed up and down his gut as he spoke, and Cherno could feel it. Both from the inside, and somehow, as the that added fat itself. "I have decided your fate. Your soul will not escape either."

That light continued flickering, dulling, losing its coloured lustre to become more grey than blue or green. Cherno's soul was fading. What that meant, he had no idea. But he wasn't about to let it happen. He started to push, to fight, to lunge back and forth as his soul was churned at, sucking his very existence away. Memories began to fade, parts of his past picked away one by one, until he couldn't recall how he'd arrived there in the first place. Something about a party? But he didn't remember where, or who was there...

All the struggling was creating a lightshow on the outside, as that fading soul lit up beneath the devil's heavy gut. Mahiri giggled around Vaul's cock, giving a few strokes to what remained of the buck's thoughts and dreams.

"Hey, it's gonna be alright Cherno," the feline teased in a playful voice as he pulled off for a moment, pre running from his lips.

The buck knew that the name spoken was supposed to be his own, but he could hardly recognize it anymore. He was melting, liquefying inside the devil's innards, his very soul being absorbed like any other food. Feeding that dark hunger, vanishing into oblivion. He concentrated, furrowing his partly-melted, diminished features. Who was he? Why was he here? And what was going to happen to him? Mahiri continued speaking.

"Maybe you'll get let off easy after a while. Maybe we can even hang out again someday!" He exchanged a look with Vaul, who simply shook his head. "Then again, maybe not. I think you're in a lot of trouble."

Not that the cat was sorry for it. He merely shrugged, and went back to serving his master, sucking that cock while Cherno's soul vanished into nothing. Melting into a liquid state, still glowing, but the light fading with every moment, losing its colour as well as its brightness, until it was nothing but dim sludge deep within the equine's gut. Taken and absorbed, added to that impossible mass, his final moment of clarity just enough to know that Vaul was cumming in the leopard's mouth.

Mahiri took it expertly, grinding himself against that length while he gulped heavy throatfuls of devil seed straight to his belly. He was swollen in moments, rounded out with the sloshing weight of all that cum. As nonchalant as he had been through it all, Vaul had greatly enjoyed digesting everything Cherno had ever been, and inspired him to an impressive orgasm. It drove him to snarl briefly, but even that flash of fangs didn't make Mahiri flinch. He simply swallowed every drop, at least until he gleefully pulled off and basked in the fountain of white that rained down over his every feature. He was a purring, indulgent, happy cat, serving a master who treated him well, showering in his seed as it flowed down his upon body and marked his every pretty spot. Which was much better off than Cherno was.

The buck remained aware even after his soul was destroyed, but he was lost. He'd fallen down to some deep place, beyond flesh, beyond sensation, and there was only darkness and cold. The heat of the devil's body was long gone, and the only sounds were the voices. From all directions they came, in various states of brokenness. The fresher ones sensed his arrival, and they called out to him, asking if he could help, if he could save them.

They chanted their pleas for help like a mantra, unceasingly using the same words until they had lost all meaning. The rest, they only screamed with terror and madness that came with their indefinite imprisonment. And try as he did to stay steady, Cherno sensed what remained of himself, and his mind, already slipping, already breaking under the pressure of that void. He was lost down there, only to be free when the devil willed it, no longer even remembering the sins that had resulted in him being cast into darkness. Every shred of his self had been digested and absorbed, and was simply being worn like a trophy as additional bulk upon the the muscles of an ancient evil. Above, the people he had left behind in mortal life gradually began to forget he had ever existed.