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Two sets of headlights pierced the night, illuminating the rusted gates. They were hanging partly open, but the vehicles wouldn't fit. That was as far as they could all go. Mahiri pulled over, and so did Keedee behind him. Stepping out with the other five members of their little adventuring group meant they were left in only the faint moonlight for a few seconds before they collectively clicked on their flashlights. Seven bright beams shone through the bars before them, giving them glimpses of the old ruin, of the manor on the hill. And though none of them were watching, it was in those very moments that the hour turned. Midnight, October Thirty-First.

It definitely lived up to its reputation, at least in appearance. Even in its newest state, it surely would have been creepy. The pointed towers made it look more like an elaborate cathedral than a home, even though some of them had crumbled over time. Each tall window looked the perfect height for some ghostly figure to be standing in, watching them as they approached the crooked front steps. When they got closer, they could see the vines of ivy, weaving in and out of the shattered windows like the house itself was in restraints. Standing directly in front of it, the two biggest windows looked like eyes, dull and dirty, watching them. And that meant the expansive double doors that led inside was its mouth.

Before they could enter, a winged figure descended from the sky. None of them were startled by the sudden appearance. They were expecting him. The quadruped dragon towered over the rest of them, landing near the the group as he nodded to the group. Mahiri offered a bright smile as he looked up at the violet and black dragon, flashlight beam gleaming on his scales.

"Hey Sini! I wasn't sure if you were going to make it."

The dragon smiled softly back. "I was curious. It looks like I won't be fitting inside this old thing, but I'm sure I will find something interesting around here. You kids have fun now. Give me a shout if you're being murdered."

The leopard nodded to him before turning back to the front door. He found it unlocked, creaking it loudly open as he led the rest inside. The smell of dust was prominent, along with a damper scent that persisted. Sini went to trotting off through the expansive yard, taking in the details. When the door swung shut behind the other seven, he couldn't hear them anymore.

"Wow, it's um. It's kinda gross." Keedee was still wearing a great big grin despite her words, swinging her light all around the expansive entryway. "And spooky! For one, who actually needed this much house? Rich people are the true horror."

The small hyena snickered, the sound of her whoops echoing through the empty hall. The house seemed almost to respond with a creak of rotting wood, shifting and shivering in the wind. It had been still when they arrived, but the breeze was picking up into some mighty gusts, filling their surroundings with groans and rattles. It was the perfect start to a night of scary fun. Kee was all worked up, so excited she could barely stand still, her hips slowly wiggling back and forth with her eagerness to get exploring the old abandoned house.

"Just everyone make sure to stay close," Cherno cautioned, scanning up and down the staircase across the room. "And I don't mean because of monsters or whatever. Someone could fall or something. Or maybe the roof will just cave in on us all."

The buck wasn't sure why he'd let Mahiri talk him into yet another wild adventure. But it was hard to resist his own curiosity. Even if just standing in such a place was making his prey instincts go wild. Something was watching him from every single shadowy corner, and shining his light to the places he could have sworn he saw a pair of dark red eyes didn't comfort him any. It might not have been there anymore, but something was there. He just knew it by the feeling of his skin crawling.

That feeling had been persisting for a while, in truth. He hadn't mentioned it to anyone. Just for the past week, he'd been losing sleep, suffering from a strange sense of paranoia. At first he thought it was just some kind of deer thing, something with his instincts getting all rattled. His indulgences in late-night horror movies probably wasn't helping. But he simply couldn't shake the sense that something was watching him at night.

It kept him awake nearly to morning, and when he finally slept, his dreams were so much darker than usual. Twisted, violent, sexual - he barely remembered them on waking, but he was always shaken for hours after. And that feeling was back again as soon as he had entered that dark place. He was so worked up he ended up startling himself with his own reflection when he glimpsed it in a mirror beside the entryway. It didn't look right for half a second.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's just get this over with," Flez grumbled, stepping forward, as if he was just going to start leading the way himself.

Truth told, no one was really sure why the drusky had come along. The winged canine had been fairly sour throughout the entire car ride there, complaining about how stupid the idea was. Yet he never seemed to suggest staying behind, even calling up Mahiri several times that day to ensure the trip was still happening. He hadn't been sleeping well either, which didn't help. The buck wasn't the only one who'd been experiencing some upsetting dreams. Except Flez remembered his perfectly, and he wished he didn't.

They had been deeply personal, truly unsettling. He had been in a foul mood ever since they began. It was like someone was trying to tell him something that he knew was wrong, but they wouldn't shut up about it anyway. He hummed a song he'd heard recently to himself as he wandered forward, not even bothering to check and see if everyone else was following him. A house like that couldn't have had too many rooms, and the sooner they checked all of them out the sooner he could go home.

"Hey, wait, everyone get in here for a sec!" Spike called as he adjusted some setting on his camera. He had kept the handheld device recording for the entire drive so far, insisting on getting every detail of their experience.

Flez didn't listen, but everyone else stood and waved at the lens for him, humouring his request. The dragon beamed at them, grateful for their cooperation as he made sure to get everyone in shot. Then he turned the camera around and waved at it himself.

"Okay, here we go! Part one of our haunted Halloween adventure. Hope we see some ghosts! Or well, something spooky enough to edit later to look like some ghosts! It's fun either way!"

He strolled around the room, pointing his camera at whatever he could find, documenting everything. All the little trinkets, the old books with covers so worn they couldn't even be read. Especially the artwork. Some of it was just ruined canvas, exposed to the elements through the broken windows, but one in particular caught his attention. He stood there filming the snowy forest scene for a while, silent as he looked over its details. There was something about it that made him feel calm, so peaceful, leaving him frozen there until he finally snapped out of it and rejoined the rest of the group.

The smallest of them, Karpenter, made sure just to stay close to everyone else. The coyote-quoll hybrid was even shorter than Keedee, and he had to admit the place made him nervous. But that was the whole point. He was keeping pretty quiet, offering a smile when anyone glanced in his direction but mostly just following everyone else's direction. Being assertive wasn't exactly his strongest suit, but when silence fell, he let a thought inside his head come to the surface.

"Um. We're going to look in the basement, right?"

Mahiri turned to him, looking surprised to even hear him speak. The big cat gave him a grin.

"Well of course we are! This wouldn't be a proper ghost hunt if we didn't look in the creepiest place of all. Thanks for volunteering to be first down the stairs!"

He was just teasing, but Karpenter's face actually lit up at the suggestion. He gave his tail a short swish.

"Hey, yeah! I'll do it actually! I don't know why, it just sounds really fun."

The leopard chuckled and gave him an approving nod. "That's the spirit! Glad you came along, Karp."

"Can we just all agree not to pull any of that hiding and jumping out at each other crap?" The voice came from Dirt, the other hyena among them. He was looking pretty relaxed, barely showing signs of his surroundings getting to him. "Let's help Spike make his movie and we'll all have some fun. Then maybe we can hit up a party on the way home."

He was happy to come along, but he didn't get the same sort of chills as everyone else. Mostly he was just there to keep an eye on everyone. He trusted the leopard and all, but he knew how excited that cat could get about this sort of thing. Especially with Keedee's wicked excitable influence corrupting him. Just being around her had him in danger of getting caught in a cackle fit right alongside her. Everyone seemed so eager to get horrified by something, but he mostly just saw it all for what it was. An old, abandoned, dirty house where no one lived anymore.

Though he could feel something. There was a slow, pulsing rhythm beneath his feat. Maybe it was an old generator still running somewhere below. Or very distant music. He couldn't hear anything just yet, only feel it, but it did have him perking his ears. Something about it pleased him, had him pressing his feet down a little firmer to the floor, trying to figure out just what it was, where it was coming from. He didn't mention it to the others, content to follow them wherever for the moment. But he hoped their path would lead them to discovering what made the floors vibrate like that, or he was going to be left wondering.

Despite all their intentions to stay together, they did a terrible job of it. It started as just a bit of curiosity. A little glimmer of something in the corner of their eye leading them to one side of the room, or a sudden thought in their head, wondering what was behind that door. Hardly a few minutes through the door of that creaking house and they were separating. Up the stairs, through a door, strolling down a blackened hall. The house called to them in different ways, guided them. Each of them was imbued with a sense of knowing exactly where they were going, one so strong they weren't even watching the others. It just made sense to keep walking.

Mahiri sat slouched upon the staircase, watching them all going their separate directions. His tail was twitching and he was chewing on one of his claws. He didn't call them, didn't try to stop them all from wandering off. They all had trusted him, all had agreed to come there when he asked them because they thought it might be fun. They wouldn't have believed him. Even if he had tried to warn them. He hoped seven would be enough. He hoped he could finally be free.

Chapter I

(Sarkethus)

Oh no, oh no no no that wasn't supposed to happen. They were just there, just behind him a second ago. The only reason Cherno had agreed to come along on this whole stupid adventure was because there were a whole bunch of other people there to keep him feeling safe. But one wrong turn and he was cut off from the rest, standing in what looked like an old, dusty library, filled with the scent of moulding books. The moonlight shone through the dirty window, casting gloomy shadows among the shelves, and somewhere, something was loudly ticking.

It was all much more than he was ready to explore on his own. He couldn't hear anyone else. And when he turned to leave the way he came, he couldn't even find the door. There was just a blank wall, solid and featureless but for the old portraits of smiling, toothy predators whose eyes seemed to follow his every movement. He thought to call out to his friends, but his voice caught in his throat. Somehow he had wandered off, but he couldn't remember, couldn't even retrace his most recent steps. All that stuck in his head was entering that terrible place and immediately feeling a distinct sense of wrongness, of being unwelcome. And then there was a gap, and then he was alone.

Cherno had no choice but to keep going. He paced among the shelves, keeping his fingers wrapped tight around his flashlight, trying not to let his hands shake. His prey instincts were going wild. Every step, every little tap of his hooves was announcing his position. Something was sneaking up on him, casting its shadow over his spine, and when he whirled around to catch it then it simply switched to being in front of him. At least that was how it felt. He was being watched, stalked, observed from every angle was he worked his way through that quiet library, paying no mind to any of the titles on the shelves around him. Until one caught his eye.

It stood out among the others for being much better preserved than the rest. Thick and leather-bound, it still looked ancient, but the glimmer of the red text upon its spine drew his attention. He didn't understand the language. Nor could he even recognize the language. It was all written in some sort of sharp-edged symbols that he couldn't match with anything he'd ever seen before. All the more reason to be intrigued. Though he still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched at every second, he was removing that weighty tome from the shelf and pouring through it before he even knew what he was doing.

He couldn't read a single word, but the artwork spoke for itself. Scrawled in a messy, dated style, the black and red ink portrayed scenes of depravity the likes of which he hadn't even seen in porn. Page after page of those scenes, depicting messy, violent orgies upon what looked like a ritual circle. Bodies bent and broke for the indulgences. He saw blood being spilled just as much as sexual fluids. And it all seemed to revolve around a single, central figure. She was a wicked, snarling monster with stripes upon her fur, and by the end all the other bodies lay at her feet, flat on their face in worship or simply shredded to nothing.

As much as he knew it was fucked up, he couldn't help but feel warm in the cheeks to look upon those forbidden pages. Maybe it was the sense of seeing things he wasn't supposed to see. He didn't think he was into that kind of ... kinky stuff, for lack of a better term. But his eyes kept going to the queen of it all, that stripe-clad beast in the middle of the scenes, showing her many fangs as she grinned over the bodies she had claimed. There was something almost familiar about her - but he would certainly have remembered if he had seen her before. Nearby, that ticking sound grew faster, discordant, no longer steady but rather arrhythmic, unpredictable, like the clock or whatever was causing it was malfunctioning.

It wasn't just his cheeks that felt warmer. His whole body did. He hardly needed his surroundings anymore, either. It was much brighter in there. The only thing that could pull his attention away from those lusty pages was the sound of someone snickering behind him. It wasn't natural laughter. It echoed and assaulted his ears from multiple angles, as if there was a whole horde of creatures lurking all around him. Above and below, their chuckles swelling into a horrifying cackle the longer her stood there, frozen, the book still open in front of him as if he had been caught red-handed flipping through it. He didn't want to turn around but he knew he had no choice.

The library was gone. In its place was a dark place of fire and stone. The flames crackled all around him, providing warmth but a surprisingly low amount of light. His flashlight wasn't working anymore. The shuddering, wicked laughter was coming from the middle of the room, where she sat upon her throne. Upon second glance, he saw that her seat was made entirely out of skulls. He saw all manner of species represented in the piece of macabre furniture. But mostly he was looking at her.

The drawings had hardly done her justice. Bare before him in all her stripey glory, the hyena was unlike anyone he had ever seen before. She wasn't natural. She was something vile, something wicked. That much he could tell. He had met hyenas before, and their grins weren't as wicked, their claws not as long. Nor did their eyes glow a dark, demonic red. They were one of the most potent sources of light in the room, casting a crimson glimmer down her curvy, naked body. She was fluffy, sexy, busty, all the sorts of things he might have expected a demon to be. But rather than temptation, all he could feel was terror.

When he backed away, letting the book fall from his hands, he ended up briefly teetering over an edge. There was nothing behind him. Only fiery ruin and the void. He swung his arms around, regaining his balance, tumbling forth. That had him falling to his hands and knees, looking up at her slowly, watching that nasty grin of long, knife-like teeth growing even wider, taking over half her face like she were a shark. Her laughter was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. It echoed from dark places he couldn't even fathom. And it only grew louder as she parted his jaws, giving him sight of her slick black tongue, stretched out long and forked, whipping wetly about before she spoke.

"Already on your knees for me. Good little deer. You always knew this day would come, didn't you?" Her voice shuddered violently, every word shaking from her throat, as if she were only one slight slip away from bursting into utter hysterics.

Something about her tickled the back of his mind. Some part of her was still so familiar. He couldn't shake that feeling. There was a name upon his tongue, a memory dredged up from the deepest recesses of his mind. Tilted his head up to meet her gaze, at least briefly, he spoke the word that came to him, feeling his lips and tongue moving all on their own to form the syllables.

"Shirazi?"

That sent her into a fit of yipping and laughing. She shook and writhed upon her throne a while , clutching at her own head before she finally calmed. Her voice was like a serpent's hiss.

"Yesssss. You know my name. And I know yours, Cherno. Every second brought you closer to me. And now we can be together, sweet buck. I have such gifts to give you."

When he wasn't immediately responsive, she rose from her throne. And then she was everywhere. She was walking towards him. She was behind him. Her voice pierced into his mind, cackling out from every angle, until he felt like his very thoughts were fracturing, colliding into each other. He clutched at his head, trying to shut her out, closing his eyes. Until he felt a warmth upon the back of his neck, her breath as intensely hot as it was enticingly sweet. Her arms wrapped around his chest from behind, and he felt her tongue dragging along his throat. Then his cheek, and even in his ear, making him flinch and he nervously squirmed in her grasp. When he tried to pull away from her, uselessly resisting a strength far beyond his, she turned from giggling to suddenly snarling. Her voice was like harshly grating metal in his ear.

"I can fuck you with or without your head attached, meat."

Then she was calmer, quieter, stroking up and down his chest, glancing along his ribs with her claws as she shushed and whispered nonsense to him.

"We can scream with them all later. Don't think about what's underneath. Feel it getting warmer. We burn slow. The flesh will reveal it when we fall together."

Cherno could only shudder. He was alone with a demon. Everything he knew about the world, about life and death, about his own spirituality ... he was starting to wish he'd spent more time praying. Her tongue felt good on his throat, upon his face as it bent and flexed, smearing her hot saliva across his features. But she also had those many teeth, those layered, deadly fangs, nibbling along his shoulder and his neck, bringing out his deepest, most flighty prey instincts, inciting panic so potent he couldn't even move.

Her body was soft. For a demon, she was surprisingly fluffy. Her breasts against his back were one thing, but the whole of her was covered in such fine, ample fur that there was no small part of him that simply wished to press back against her, to accept her warmth and fall into her embrace. Whatever that might have meant for him. He was at least getting a pretty good hint at just what she might have had planned judging by the press of her arousal into the base of his spine, smearing a thick layer of tantalizing juices along his lower back, marking down his coat.

The scent was truly something remarkable. Musk might not have been the word for it. Just being near her like that, soaking in her presence, meant he was getting a generous dose of a spectacularly sultry scent. Smooth and silky, it was bliss to inhale, leaving every single one of his breaths a little slower, savouring the feeling of her arousing aroma invading his body. He could almost feel it inside of him. It was certainly clinging to his skin, and not just where she was grinding on him.

It was starting to have an undeniable effect on him. The longer he remained there, stuck in the hyena's embrace, feeling her wetly rubbing on him as she kneaded up and down his body with her fingers, the more aroused he got. There was nothing he could do to control it. His clothes simply melted from him as she held him. They flowed down his body at first, running like a thick liquid, but before they could even puddle beneath him they were turning to little more than dust, floating off his body like ash in the wind. That meant he couldn't hide what she was doing to him, and she wasted no time touching him, wrapping her soft fingers around his cock, squeezing and stroking him while she nibbled on his ear with teeth that could have pierced his skull with ease.

"Your body knows what you want. I hear it crying out for me." She spoke softly as she chewed his ear, firmly enough to make him flinch but not drawing blood. "Don't you want to taste?"

She was working her fingers back up his form, eventually clutching at his hair, giving it a firm tug. He was helpless to her power. Wherever she wanted him, he had no choice but to go. Even if that meant dragging him roughly to his hooves, clutching at his scalp and one antler, yanking him along and crossing the room with him until she could return to her grim throne. Once she was seated in it again, she left him kneeling before her until she could just wrap up his entire head in a powerful embrace of her thick thighs. He felt himself immersed in her fluffy warmth, drawn closer to her scent, to her taste. She throbbed for him. Dripped for him. And it all had him bathing in musk like sin itself, penetrating his mind, keeping him from thinking too much about how much danger he was in down there in the unknown with her.

Another yank upon his head, feeling like she were grasping at his very skull, and he went facefirst into her nethers. Her cock, pitch black and pulsing, ended up pressed against his right cheek while he nosedived into the dark, thick tuft of fur just above its base. He was left immersed in that scent he so enjoyed, left to breathing nothing more than her essence. Her snickering excitement was constant, growing to whoops as she held him in place, squeezing, pushing, ensuring he could do nothing but inhale her musk, her enticing aroma of pure sex, filling his senses until a sensation of ecstasy spread to his very fingertips. He needed more.

She kept her possessive hold upon him all the while, but it was hardly necessary. Not when he was enjoying her scent that much. First it was a few rapid sniffs, shaky with the pleasure each inhalation brought to him. Then a long, deep breath, taking as much of her musk into his body as he could, holding it in his lungs, letting it take him over and turn him on until it almost hurt. His hips were slowly moving with the throbs of his shaft, and he was all but gushing from the tip. Aroused in ways his body was never meant to be, barely able to handle it. But he couldn't worry about it too much when he was blanking out his thoughts with sniff after sniff of that thick, deliciously scented fur, sucking down her pheromones until his eyes were left blurred, and he couldn't help but drool upon her cock.

Her voice expressed cackling glee. "Let the lust inside you, Cherno. Let it fuck the light from your lungs."

A subtle shift of her position had his nose slipping south, until he ended up with it shoved right up between her balls. He took a sniff of her sac as well, getting just as potent a dosage of her thought-searing musk. Always strong, but never dirty, or unpleasant. It was simply the scent of a demon, fresh and blissful, an invisible source of sinful pleasure in the air, wafting all around her curvaceous, unholy body. With his mouth hanging open and tongue flopped out like that, it only made sense to start licking her after that. He worked from her balls all the way to the tip of her shaft, hungrily wrapping his lips around it to milk those fragrant juices from her.

When she moaned, it was less a pleasant, soothing sound and more like a chorus of voices groaning and wailing all at once. Not all of them were her. He was pretty sure. She was legion, a terror from a place he always thought little more than superstition, and he wanted nothing more than to suck her cock. He wanted to please her, to serve her, to see approval on her wicked face. His body ached with the need to satisfy the demon. Such was his need, he reflexively fought against her when she pulled his head off of her dick, and instead pushed him flat to the ground before her. The thought of her disapproval, even for a moment, pained him like no other, leaving him whimpering on the hard floor before her while she walked her bare paws up and down his body.

He had never thought he'd enjoy such a thing so much, but there was something he loved about her feet. Immediately on feeling the rough texture of those pads on his skin, well-worn and leathery, he wanted more. They made a slight scritching nose as they went gliding across them, sometimes catching briefly when they hit a snag. She hummed to him as she teased him, curling her toes to let him feel her claws. They were deadly sharp, but she wielded them carefully, never cutting, never harming, only scratching. It was all banishing itches he never knew he had. He remained docile, dormant, accepting of her domination as she rubbed him, even when she swirled those claws down along his belly, and made for the inside of his thighs. He could feel the warmth upon his balls, the fluff brushing past them before she went back up.

And the scent they had. He could feel it being rubbed into him as she massaged him. She was back to pressing her pads on him then, firmer this time. Grinding, scraping, really working the lovely smell they carried into his very being. It was like she was rubbing in a fine massage oil, except one that was spiced so richly with sex, with indulgence and danger all in one intensely warming musk. He gave quiet little whimper as he noticed how distinctly her aroma overtook his own. It was like he had never even been a deer, only a hyena's property, her submissive, shaky footrest gasping for her as she indulged.

There was even more of that musk between her toes. He found that out when she shoved his nose there, squeezing and pinching at his muzzle to keep him stuck, embedded, all but drowning in her scent. No matter how much he sniffed, he was never getting used to it. Every lungful was just as overwhelming as the first. Her foot complete overtook his face in time, letting him breathe right from that coarsely textured pad, sucking down more pheromones than oxygen. The other paw, she just planted on his balls. It was just resting there at first, letting him feel his cock up between her toes, her heel pressing into him. Then there was more pressure, testing him, sending contractions of pleasure passing through him as she made a tiny threat.

She wouldn't let him focus on just one thing at a time, slipping her toe into his mouth while she stepped on his sack. He sucked upon the digit, careful of her claw, working slowly and carefully. She began to grind on his nuts, more firmly rubbing him with her pawpad, roughly tugging at his smooth skin as she worked him over. He ended up giving her foot a thorough coating of his pre as she got going, his cock tingling as he got rubbed on. His drool flowed down her toe as he sucked it like a cock, closing his eyes, letting the flavour overtake him while she massaged him so generously.

When she withdrew that digit, it was to put that foot on his cock as well. Both of them now, polishing his member, marking even his dick with paw musk until he felt himself seizing up, tensing his muscles, his balls tightening up to his body, every part of him shaking as if he was about to cum harder than he ever had in his life. But he didn't make it all the way. He stalled, , not faltering, but lingering, leaving him in that state of bliss that usually only lasted for a few seconds. Under her control and care, and her delicious, sweaty hyena paws, it persisted. It crackled inside him, firing through his nerves until he was writhing uncontrollably, trying to even understand such heights of pleasure. He could only weakly whimper between her toes when she planted both feet right on his face and squished them down on his cheeks.

When she finally withdrew and sat back up, leaving him utterly drenched in luscious demon fragrance, he thought foolishly she might give him a moment's reprieve. But she was drooling in his face in moments. He didn't even see her move, only felt her breath steaming in his features, the drip of her hot saliva upon him. She'd lunged at him faster than he could even comprehend. Her words were snarled, but less aggressively than before. This time she sounded more sexual. Speaking as if locked in a vicious, feral orgasm.

"Do you feel it now? I'm going to make you cum your fucking soul out, deerflesh."

It only took a nudge from her to flip him over. And not because he was obeying. Her strength only seemed to multiply the hornier they both got. Her scent was still swimming through his mind. He could only lay there on his belly, bleating in fright and arousal all in one. She could have killed him with such ease. Especially once she locked her teeth into the skin of his throat. She was biting now. Pricking through his skin with those fangs, tongue lapping at the faint trickle of blood she was drawing, swallowing it down fresh from his body.

Her weight upon his back ensured he was flat to the hard ground, his cock pinned to his body, but he couldn't feel uncomfortable. Her cackles were constant, echoing through his skull even as she bit him. And her cock was right where it needed to be, wedged up tight between the soft cheeks of his butt, grinding, humping, slamming him down again and again as she had her way with him. A great glistening sheen of her pre poured over his rear as she marked him in her scent, letting it sink in to his skin wherever it touched, claiming inch after inch of his mortal body for her own.

Her cock was soaking wet by the time she found her target beneath his little tail. She jabbed and sunk inside in a single motion. No hesitance. She'd found a hole to fuck, and she was taking what she wanted, snarling, drooling, biting him hard enough to keep drinking his blood. He was at once enraptured by terror and pleasure, his body surging with a feeling of perpetual orgasm, his thoughts scrambled and crashing into each other, until dreamlike imagery was passing through his head, as if they were real.

He saw visions of his memories and his imaginings all mashed together into nonsense, shifting and unstable, showing him new things in a whirling slideshow of chaos. And all while the demon buried herself in his ass until her balls were squished up against his own. He stretched his hands out, bracing himself upon the floor of that hellish realm, he kicked his hooves, but that was all the agency he had left. His body belonged to the hellish creature, and he had nothing to do but hope he could somehow endure her demonic lust.

She still found the time to speak. Her voice howled through the depths in a demonic scream.

"I will NOT let them keep you in your cage. Break the flesh. Free the within. Shatter the chains and fuck it all away. You'll open your new eyes soon."

Then she dropped into a low growl, as much heard as felt, rolling through bones as she spoke her next words slowly.

"You need only show me your soul, little heathen. There's no need to cut it out. We're almost there."

After that, she was back to snarling and whooping. She laughed into his ears as she fucked and chewed him. She hammered him into the floor until he could feel his body breaking. But there wasn't any pain. Only the constant pleasure of her cock driving into his rear. Her thrusting was violent, erratic. She followed no rhythm whatsoever. All she wanted to do was hammer into him, pumping, slamming, denting the very ground beneath them as she roughly claimed him, spanking his ass with her hips, drumming upon his balls with her own. He was only getting tighter and tighter, contracting around her, drooling a puddle where his face lay flat on the floor, his bleating continuing. But as time went on and she fucked him to increasingly broken, he was starting to find a slight growl of his own in the depths of his throat. He'd never made that sound before.

He felt himself breaking. She was bringing terrible crackling noises his bones with her violent fuck. He heard the crunch over the wet sounds of demon sex. Yet it never hurt. He only had her scent, her cock beneath his tail, her teeth and drool upon his throat, and everything else was irrelevant when he was ascending to higher planes of pleasure. Or maybe descending was the word. He felt convulsions passing through his body, and the urge to laugh began to well up in his chest. He wasn't sure what was so fun, but he began to twitch, to writhe with little chuckles, even with her jamming her dick into him that hard, brutalizing his body as she bloated his balls with the urge to cum, but not before she brought him as high as she could.

When her pace became slightly slower, lunging rather than rapidly pounding, it was finally too much. Each delving thrust felt like it was going to snap him in two, bending him backwards to his limits. Yet his scalp still tingled. His insides still clenched down upon her. And when she finally just threw all her weight into him, smashing him flat as a rug, he had no choice but to let it all go. Every single muscle seemed to start flexing, rapidly, wildly, leaving him bleating, screaming, wailing out like a forgotten soul as he kicked his hooves upon the floor. He was cumming for her, just like she wanted. Pouring it all out of his body in ropes so steady he barely paused between them, gushing forth for a full five seconds before pausing, tensing, and continuing. It pooled, it flooded, it covered his entire front side until he was laying in it. And it only continued when he felt her respond in kind.

A yip, a wild giggle, and finally her cock was bulging. He felt her load of demon seed stretching out her shaft before it erupted in him. In an instant he was expanding. His belly went taut, sloshing with the hyena's cum, and he was overflowing in an instant. It flooded them both. It soaked their bodies. It sprayed from beneath his tail and lewdly squished as she fucked him a few more times, squeezing it out as the pressure built and built. His entire body was covered in cum, his or hers. His tongue remained flopped from his jaws, immersed in cream. And the scent was pure musk, perilously potent pheromones that served to quickly cloud what little remained of his coherence.

Yet even as she pulled from him, he hadn't softened. And even after that orgasm, he was still stuck in that peak, in that state of excitement he could barely stand. He needed more. Those new sounds kept coming, those growls and rumbles from within as his body snapped back into place, rearranged and dented but not yet fully broken. She gestured a clawed finger to him as he gazed back at her, and he obeyed at once, turning onto his back, further marinating himself in the cum they had spilled together. She stood above him, slowly stroking at her shaft, licking along the flats of her fangs, her eyes shining brighter and brighter. The purest red he'd ever seen. It was obscene, unholy, it was not meant to be. All else would forever seem dull by comparison.

He might have been able to stand if he really willed it, but there was no need. She was upon him in moments, her palms pressed to his shoulders, claws digging into his flesh like hooks. He felt a spark of pain, but it was so strangely soothing to him. It tingled in ways that made him smile. And she just smiled back. She let her tongue dangle from her lips, stretching all the way down to his own mouth, and he really could think of nothing better to do but to suck upon it. That just let her to feeding the drooly thing down his throat, all but fucking his face with it as she overtook him, sitting directly upon his urgently pulsing cock.

From simply plunging her tongue into his throat, she soon was kissing him. At the same time, she shoved his dick right up to the base of her tail, letting him enter her just as she had fucked him. He never expected such a thing from her, but a smooth, sweet slide forth and he was buried to the balls in her stripey rear. She was warm and tight, and she squeezed upon him with such force that could have crushed. But it was nothing more than ecstasy to feel her riding him, soon exercising that demonic strength to come down upon his hips, bashing, bruising, battering him as she pleasured him, every motion producing a juicy thump of buck balls to butt. And through it all, she kept her lips locked upon his, overtaking his entire muzzle in that wet, hungry kiss.

Something was stirring within him, and it was different than before. A number of things, really. He was changing. Her seed inside his belly was spreading through him, imbuing him with something new. He felt it taking root within him, as if she had simply bred him like a doe, but it was something more than that. And as they sloppily made out, fucking in their own cum, he felt her outright tugging on something within him. Some part of him, something he couldn't identify, something which had remained hidden, never before touched or bothered, was being pried loose from its bindings. Something more than simply flesh and bone. Something more spiritual. Somehow he knew that. And he wasn't going to stop her, no matter the eternal consequences.

Soon, her laughter was within him. He could feeling it echoing through his head as she slurped the inside of his throat. His body was changing. His eyes shone with new light. And as she rode him, as she thumped and bounced upon him, beating on his body while she plunged his cock beneath her tail, she began to suck. It wasn't clear what she was taking from him at first, but she was swallowing it. Something he couldn't feel as it left him. He could only sense its absence once it was gone. She gulped and drooled in his mouth, and all the while she rode him to a peak that persisted until he only wanted to scream. But instead, there came from him a roar, rattling his very skeleton with its strength.

She snapped free of that kiss with a whiplike crack of her tongue, drool flinging through the air. He got a last glimpse of something glimmering a ghostly green-blue as she devoured it. It slid down her throat, glowing right through her skin, until it nestled in her belly. Then there was her manic grin. Her eyes were wide as she gaze into his. And he could only stare and smile back for a time, until his mouth dropped open and his body fell into violent spasms, milked to orgasm by her insides squeezing upon him, pumping up and and down with such force he could hardly feel his legs.

He tried several sounds on for size as his climax overtook him. He yowled, he howled, he screeched, he roared, and more. It was like a dozen creatures were escaping from him at once as he filled the demon with his cum. He had never produced so much. It was flooding her, spurting, hosing down her depths while he shook and grit his teeth. They were bigger now. They grew into an impressive set of fangs, overlapping his lips as he locked them together, clacking them proudly. Her own grin only grew wider as she watched him changing. His eyes reflected in her own, near as red, and his voice resonated with a throaty snarl. He was still cumming inside of her while she cackled her delight above him.

"Yes, YES. Feel it under your skin. Bury the old self. Your soul is better off inside me. Feel your flesh twist and corrupt for me."

Then she was hosing him down with her seed, hardly giving any warning before her cock was bulging with another load of demon cum. It hit him in the face, leaving him guzzling it down almost desperately, and the rest covered his body. His hair was soaked in it, as was his face, his chest, near every inch of him but for his legs. And by then, he'd filled her so much that he was making a mess of his own thighs, his cum oozing out from the well-filled demon. She was swishing her tail, digging her claws more deeply into his shoulders, scraping, kneading, clutching, and all the while painting him with her mark, her musk, her perfectly succulent silken demon scent.

He was panting at first. But he caught his breath in seconds. He was stronger. Faster. Sharper. Better. He knew it just to feel it. He rubbed his tongue along his new teeth. She was giggling excitedly the whole time, still sitting on his dick, watching closely. He felt something welling up in his chest again, felt himself shaking and rumbling from within with tremors that felt as if they might split him open. But all he needed to do was open his jaws wide, toss his head back, and erupt into cascading laughter just like her own. She joined him immediately, and together they haunted the depths with their vicious cackles.

As they basked together in unceasing hysterics, his mind became flooded with images not quite of his own making. They were flesh, they were bone, they were shattered faces on cold stones. He saw a glimpse of the madness she contained, a leak of the chaos that was spreading through his flesh. His soul was gone, consumed, digested, barely a flicker in her belly, fading down to nothing. There was no going back after this. And the longer he lingered in those thoughts, glimpsing pieces of shadows he was never meant to see, the louder he laughed, the two of them trying to drown each other out until they were all but screaming in each other's faces in perfect unhinged depravity.

Then silence. It ended as soon as it began. She simply snapped her jaws shut, and sucked the air from his lungs with a single breath. He was better now. But it served to remind him that she was still much, much stronger. She was still the one who had claimed his soul for her own pleasure. When she leaned in close to him, she kissed him on the cheek, then wetly whispered in his ear, drooling all the while. Her voice was soft and sweet, almost musical in her affectionate tone. Even if her words were once more little more than the ramblings of a mad hyena.

"Blood breaks and flesh will always wither but now you will help carry the dark and fire. You can taste the fear of the purest ones. Swallow the gift and find the beacon. You will be so much greater. Everything bends backwards to greet you. Take it all back and touch everything that's wrong. We'll mend and we'll tear together. They will know the name of the silver one when you are finished. He shines from the shadows. He stalks his prey with his fresh smile. Yes. Yessssss."

She spat upon his face as she hissed her final word. There was something new inside him. He could feel it swirling, feel it flowing through his nerves and senses, through his head, detaching his thoughts from their shackles. His name wasn't Cherno anymore. Maybe it never had been, not really. Together they had created something new, something different, something more. It had been seized and rapidly nurtured from the hidden places within him, shaped by her madness until it had become the creature, the beast he was always supposed to be. Or maybe he had become something never meant to exist. But who was going to stop them now?

When she rose from the mess of him and he slowly pulled himself up from the messy floor to stand upon his newly sturdy hooves, he felt it. His body was rich with the new strength, the lust, the many wants and urges yet unfulfilled flowing through him, fuelling him, making him smile to think of all he could have now. Oh but how he hungered, but he took comfort in knowing his appetites would be satisfied in time. He was still slightly shaky, still hiding beneath his wild grin how secretly shocked he was by all those sudden changes. But when he wobbled on his hooves, she simply held him, their bodies soaked and steaming with the heat they had generated. He leaned against her, rubbing his head and antlers against her chest, before she just took his muzzle and laid a kiss upon him. Simply looking at her, in all her infernal glory, and knowing that he had pleased her, had served her needs well enough to be given this blasphemous gift, it filled him with such emotions that for a moment he was almost tearful in his gratitude.

"Thank you, Mistress," he shakily said as she held him, and when he saw the wicked light within her eyes shining brighter, he knew it made her happy to hear him use such a word. So that was exactly what he was going to call her. Now. And, it seemed, forever.

Chapter II

(PanzarDragon)

Dirt didn't realize this was all just an elaborate setup to attend a secret concert. He wished they had said something about that instead of playing up how spooky the place was supposed to be. But no matter. This was pretty much the perfect place for a show, he realized. Especially one that featured such slow, grinding, ominous tunes as those he could hear just ahead. They chugged from a drop-tuned guitar, rumbling through the old walls, bassy and heavier than anything he'd ever heard before. Maybe it wasn't exactly to his tastes, but he couldn't help but be intrigued.

He'd somehow lost everyone else along the way, but whatever. They were probably waiting up ahead. Or maybe they had all hid to try to scare him. That wasn't going to work on him when he was so close to the party. He carried on, feeling the riffs as much as hearing them, the low notes shaking some old paintings on the walls of the rooms he passed through. And he didn't need his flashlight anymore. There was light, all of it tinged red, even though he couldn't see any bulbs. Even the moon itself through the shattered windows had taken on a crimson hue. It was probably just a trick of the light.

The guitarist continued until he couldn't even hear himself think over the din. It was less a melody and more just a slow, plodding rhythm, dragging out every resonating note and chord to devastating-sounding effect. Maybe they were still tuning up. But then he burst through a door and saw her, posed there with on foot planted on an amplifier, surrounded by a whole horde of oversized speakers. They vibrated as she strummed the strings of a V-shaped guitar with her claws, hunched deep over her instrument. It was decorated with a pretty tacky flaming pentagram decal. And then she looked up, and flashed him the toothiest grin he'd ever seen.

Of course, that was only natural. She was a shark, though one decorated in the pleasant spots and rosettes of a leopard. Even then, her teeth seemed especially impressive, reflecting the reddish surrounding as well as the blatant glow of her own eyes. Her hair was all smooth and hanging about her face, framing her sharp features all the more. And not to mention, she was completely naked. His eyes went first to a big round pair of tits, adorned with some pitch black nips, but after that he was onto her cock. Also black, it throbbed up near her strumming fingers, casually engorged as she stood there beaming.

As spooky as she looked, he couldn't feel intimidated. There was such incredible energy to her. After staring for a bit, she let her guitar dangle from her shoulders as she spread her arms wide in greeting. Her voice was much softer than he expected, cheerful and girly.

"Hi! Welcome to hell!"

Dirt just chuckled, stopping where he was to glance around at his surroundings. The room seemed almost featureless but for the sound system. He couldn't even see the walls. Just distant red lighting cloaking everything in a Halloween glow. The shadows seemed to shift around him, especially in the corner of his eye, briefly forming outlines of shapes both familiar and unfamiliar. But that was probably just a mist machine or whatever. He couldn't see any crowd gathered yet, either.

"That's what you're calling this venue? Guess that works pretty well."

She just shook her head, still wearing that manic grin of interlocked shark teeth.

"Nope! I'm calling it hell cause this is actually hell and you're in hell and I'm totally a demon. From hell. Hi! I'm Mazzy."

He blinked. Some feedback crackled over the speakers as that guitar swayed back and forth from its strap.

"You know, you said that so confidently that I almost believe you."

She giggled. It was a wild sound, like she were just on the edge of losing control.

"You should! It's true! Hey, we should fuck!"

Dirt might have been taken aback, but such a forward comment really didn't seem out of place coming from someone like her. She was all shapes and curves, spots and sex. Such a figure hardly even seemed real. All soft and busty, tits like he'd never seen, big wide hips. She sort of reminded him of someone he knew. But that was long ago, or so it felt. He was thinking less about the others, and more about the shark in front of him. And all the ways he wanted to touch her.

So he didn't back off when she set down her guitar with delicate care and came striding over, cock bobbing up and down as she approached. She raised her hands, wiggling her fingers like she were about to make her selection at a candy store, but she hesitated just before actually touching him. Quirking her head to the side, she managed to maintain her wild grin even while speaking.

"So is that a yes? You didn't say anything. I appreciate your awestruck expression but I'm going to need an actual yes here before I get to groping those pretty 'yena spots!"

That just had him laughing. She was big on consent for a supposed demon. He stepped a little closer himself and finally just gave in to an urge he'd had pretty much since first laying eyes on her. That meant going right ahead and taking a handful of her tits, one for each hand, pressing his palms firm against those nips while he squeezed deeply into that fine pair. She proudly puffed her chest out in response, giving a deep moan that tickled his brain in such a perfect way.

"There's your answer, sharky."

"Mmmrmf. Always such a good place to start."

She leaned even closer and got to touching right back. The claws on her fingers were feline-like, scratching along his spine pleasantly, before just digging right into his top. He was starting to feel awfully warm with it on, so he didn't complain when she just started shredding into it, tearing the fabric open but leaving little more than light scratchmarks on his skin. Even her teeth were surprisingly precise. He had to admit he flinched a little when he saw her coming at him with them, but they locked onto the rest of his shirt without hurting him, pulling away and gnawing until he was topless. He was pretty sure he saw her eat some of it.

"You're good with those chompers" he noted while he continued generously massaging deep into the soft squish of her breasts, kneading them up and down as he dug his fingers and thumbs right in.

"Better than you think! Let me show you."

She dropped right to her knees all of a sudden, thudding down in a way that sounded painful but it didn't seem to bother her any. He had to step back briefly when he saw her pointing those jaws right at his crotch, but she just patted him on the thigh reassuringly.

"No really! It's totally safe! I'm not gonna bite your dick!"

"Don't bite any part of me!"

"I can't promise that. But I can promise this will be the best sharkjob ever."

That she was still grinning with apparent inner lunacy didn't help, but he just nervously chuckled and nodded.

"Well, this is crazy, but alright. Show me what you can do.."

She giggled with delight before just going right for his pants. Without even bothering to unzip them, she was stripping them right off his body with her teeth. Chewing them from his spots, shredding them, going into what looked like a frenzy, biting and gnashing, but he never once felt her teeth pierce his skin. Though they did scrape a few times, just letting him know how frightfully sharp they were. He only flinched a little. It was hardly long at all of working those big chompers and he was left in nothing but his a tattered remnant of his pants wrapped around his shins and ankles.

That left his cock on full display, all bright pink and already forming its knot. Mazzy went right for it, nosing up against its base and then nuzzling her way up. She gave it a sniff, and then let her tongue slip forward for a slurp. He'd never seen a tongue quite like hers on anything that wasn't a reptile. And even then, it was long, thick, flexible in ways that it shouldn't have been. It even had a fork at the tip, going along with its pitch black tone to match the rest of her sexy bits.

"Ooh, a _knot_yena," she chirped between licks. "I am more than okay with this."

Dirt just chuckled, reaching down to rub her hair, working his fingers through the red and black strands. "And just what are you going to do with-"

He was cut off by his own gasp as she just suddenly lunged for his cock, enveloping the whole thing at once. She moved faster than he could even track, somehow shoving his shaft right between her tits, letting the knot bump against the base while she pushed the rest into her mouth. That meant framing it right between her layered teeth, letting him feel the edges. But the risk was worth it just to feel her tongue wrapping right around his dick, coiling it up like a slithering, saliva-coated serpent, and even giving a squeeze.

It might have been the most dangerous head he'd ever received, but she was so good, and thankfully so careful, that he didn't fuss. She had him moaning in seconds, sucking and tonguing him with such skill. A firm grip on her own tits meant she could massage the inches she wasn't sucking, going up and down, rocking back and forth while she just stared right up at him with those glowing eyes. She hardly seemed to blink. She was too focused for that, working him with drooly strokes until he was shooting his pre down her throat. It didn't take long, with how well she was milking him.

Dirt never thought of himself to lack stamina, but he simply could not stand up to that sucking and grinding. Maybe it was the danger of those teeth ever-present getting his juices flowing, but he soon found himself digging his toes into the warm floor, shutting his eyes tight, flattening his ears. An extended grunt escaped him, then a little whoop. He opened his eyes briefly to see her grinning even wider around his cock when she heard that, framing his member in a frightening grip of her teeth but never biting or harming. Only sucking away, working her tongue, wriggling it, squeezing with it, sliding up and down over his every single inch until he could hardly stand on his own two paws.

He couldn't resist her. Not when she was working like that. Her tits around his cock, his knot thumping into their soft underside, her tongue, even her teeth felt good on him while he flexed and sputtered. Finally he dug his fingers even deeper into her hair, clutching right to her scalp, and let himself precariously empty his balls right into her jaws. She knelt there gulping as he gave her rope after rope of potently thick creamy hyena cum, letting it all build up in her mouth until it ran between her parted teeth. He couldn't stop, just spurting out more and more, until she just gave his hips a shove and left him all off balance, cock rigid and shooting in all directions as he found his footing.

That meant he was left hosing her down with all the cum he could still give, laying long ropes of seed across her face, her features, even her teeth. She grabbed for him, seizing his knot to point his cock right at her tits, letting him give those a good coating. In moments that rough skin of hers was splattered in the rest of his load, running thickly into her cleavage. She finally let him go, leaving him panting there above her, looking down at her savagely staring gaze while she massaged all that cream around. It was enough to make him hard all over again, not soft for more than five seconds, just looking down at her smearing his jizz along skin as if it were sunscreen while it dripped and dangled from her features.

Then she was working her tongue, slowly cleaning over every single tooth, sucking it back in to swallow down as much of his cum as she could get before repeating the slurping. Nice and thorough, taking it slow despite the urgent pulses of his own cock making veins bulge beneath its pitch black surface. She was showing off. Squeezing at herself, licking her lips, letting him see just how far that tongue of hers could reach. And he could see the deviousness in her eyes, the growing mischief making her pupils dilate. He really should have seen it coming, especially once she started swishing that big shark tail.

Instead, he was just left giggling out in surprise as she tackled him, bringing him down roughly. Maybe it hurt, but he wasn't thinking about that. Instead, he was thinking about the big hot shark suddenly sitting on his chest, weighing him down with that fine, spotted booty. She let her tail flop down, rubbing it against his cock, but this time the emphasis was on her own. He just looked up at her, doing his best to return that grin of hers. As a hyena he could come pretty close, but she just covered that expression of his right up as she scooted forth and planted her sack right atop his nose.

A good, greedy grinding was most welcome from her, especially after she had been so generous in getting him off. Her balls were plump, round, and coated in that scratching sharkskin that was so curiously enjoyable to slurp. He licked her from the taint to the base of her cock, basking in a unnatural scent and flavour almost like dessert. She growled at him like a big cat, bouncing her balls on his face a few times, giving him a playful teabag. Her cock was rapidly twitching above, like she was going to blow her load at any moment, and he felt her wiggling, shaking. So entertainingly excited. He was flattered, really.

Her generosity needed repayment, and she was ready to collect. Planting her knees down on his outstretched arms, she left him pinned, unable to defend himself but for wiggling his fingers while they fell asleep under her weight. Such a dominant hold let her just push her dick right up against his lips, swirling and smearing it around until he was wearing her pre like lipstick. It tasted good. The usual muskiness went along with something truly exquisite. Something velvety, not like any other flavour he'd had before. He just wanted nothing more than to suck, to swallow, to pleasure her as wetly as he could if it meant he could get more.

Slapping her palms down just above his head, she arched her back, mounted over his face, and just plunged in. He was proud of his own steadiness, taking in every inch of shark dick on offer, gulping plenty of it down without even choking. She was simply a very good fit for him, leaving him mostly comfortable even as she started riding his tongue and pumping her cock right in and out of his mouth, fucking his face ruthlessly. Her pace was full blast by the third stroke of her juicy hips, jiggling and dripping and even snarling above him as she used him, thumping down atop him, feeling like she was just going to dig a divot in the floor with his head.

Yet he endured, working his throat around that firm tip, kneading her, swallowing every offering of juices he received in return for his service. A sloppy glurking of his throat was the most he could manage to show his approval, puffing in between her rapid hammer thrusts as her nuts slapped his chin and lower lip repeatedly. He couldn't see much more than her belly from such an angle, so he closed his eyes and simply let her ride him, fucking his throat until those juices flowing from her tip were much thicker, spurting out, feeling like an orgasm already. But that was just the early warning sign of a much bigger load, one he just hoped his belly could handle. Because she definitely wasn't pulling out.

The sound she made when she reached her peak briefly reminded him of his own kin. A whoop, a giggle, vibrating and giddy, blending into a more ordinary, extended groan as she bottomed out in his gullet and started blasting his insides with shark cum. He felt it in his stomach almost instantly. Sloshing, even bloating a little, welling up in his throat no matter how hard he guzzled. And he swallowed hard, sucking it down, basking in that tempting flavour. An irresistible treat, straight from the tap, delicious and warming on the autumn's eve. Though he'd long since left the chill behind, sweltering and sweating with her as she finally overflowed him completely, leaving cum pouring out of his mouth and nose alike as she rolled back on her rump and creamed him in the face.

His features utterly vanished beneath the torrent, left coated in her jizz from ears to throat. Just a faceless mass of cream for a few seconds until it flowed down his cheeks to pool on the floor beneath him. He coughed and sputtered, choking up some of that musky load, drooling it out while she finished off her cumshot with a few last little splats on his nose. He was absolutely sodden, marked, matted, smelling of her, and all he could do was grin. Once he stopped coughing, anyway.

She smiled right back. They remained like that a time. He felt much better than just the usual afterglow. There was something swirling within him, something strong and feral. His arms felt thicker, his body more solid, more powerful, and energetic. And there was something creeping through his mind too. A feeling of unhinged, impulsive desire. Like nothing mattered anymore but having fun. And he she felt less intimidating to him too, even after taking her load in the face. He pressed his arms against her knees, and was quite happy to find he could wrestle his way out from underneath her pinning weight.

Then it was right onto her breasts, squeezing them so hard she cried out. But she loved it, thrusting her hips where she sat atop him, swinging a strand of dangling cum around like a whip. She was still just as hard as before even after milking out what seemed like a gallon of her cum with his mouth. When she giggled, and he giggled back, the two of them getting caught up in a cackling fit as they stared into each other's eyes. He saw his own reflected in hers. They were brighter. Darker. Glimmering with an otherworldly amber glow. And he loved it. Swallowing down more of the cum he cleaned from his face, he felt more power, more energy, more improvements.

His claws were sharper. He dug them into her tits, hard enough to harm someone normal. But she wasn't ordinary. He was getting that now. His muscles were thicker, his dick was longer, his knot fatter. It took on a pitch black shade much like Mazzy's own. His teeth were getting longer too. He could feel them overlapping in a wicked snarl, nipping at his own lips. The slight pain only energized him. He was becoming more like her, in body and mind. Thicker, heavier, stronger. Becoming a muscled stud of a hyena, adorned with fangs urges unlike any he'd ever felt.

Dirt couldn't help but twitch, wriggling, vibrating as his thoughts grew more intense. Everything was so much sharper. His urges so much more defined. And everything just made so much more sense. He was making connections he'd never made before, suddenly understanding the world on whole new level. But considering such implications could come later. He needed more. As he laid there beneath her, he felt an irrepressible surge of aggression, of feral wildness the likes of which he had thought long since buried. And it was all coming out on her.

He shoved her just as hard as she'd shoved him, forcing her down to the floor and reversing their position. Maybe she was surprised, maybe she was overpowered, or maybe she was just playing along. He didn't care, and she loved it. She was gnashing her teeth at him, clacking them together in excitement as he got on top of her, outright drooling with lust. First thing was to latch onto one of her tits, sucking at it and outright biting, but she didn't mind. Shoving a hand against the back of his head, she just encouraged him, squeezing and holding close, frotting up against his fatter cock while he sucked on her breast hard enough to make her start leaking milk for him.

Once that flow had started, it didn't stop, pouring out rather than just trickling, an impossible amount of deliciously sweet shark milk. There was no need to explain it. The shark wasn't a normal person. She hadn't been lying. He guzzled down that demon cream right from her plump tit, then swapped to the other, snarling, dripping, rumbling deep within with a primal hunger and lust that felt like it could never possibly be sated. She wrapped her thighs around his waist, squeezing with enough force to crush a mortal's bones, locking the two of them together. But the mortal limits of flesh didn't apply to him anymore.

They humped and rubbed at each other, rutting, dripping, soaking their scents into each other's skin while the snarled. He withdrew from her milky tits just to lunge for her shoulder, biting down with all the force of a hyena's jaws. It barely even dented that hard skin of hers, but it felt good. And it made her moan. Of course, that opened him up for a counterattack, and he was almost, for just a moment, broken from his savagery when her teeth wrapped around his own hide, chomping on him a few times. It briefly hurt, but it at worst it would leave a mark. She was still restrained, if not fully, and the spark of pain only encouraged him to get more forceful with her.

Of course she loved it when he rolled her over, breaking from the grasp of her thighs to just grab her arms and slam her onto her face. She was giggling the whole time, mimicking a sound she must have known he liked, snickering away like one of his own while he mounted her. Those hips of hers didn't disappoint, giving her a fantastically rounded, wide booty all decorated with leopard spots. He wanted it. He dug his knotted cock beneath her tail once he'd yanked it out of the way, and simply started rutting her all in one motion. From tapping her rim to shoving inside, slamming forward until his knot was spanking those juicy cheeks and his plumped up nuts could bump against her own.

She dragged her claws across the solid floor, scraping great big divots while he just fucked her as hard as he could. There was no need to be gentle with a demon-shark. She rolled her hips with him, taking him deep, tightly squeezing on him while he rammed his cock between those jiggling cheeks over and over. Her own shaft ended up pinned against her belly, leaking all over her skin, joining with the milk there and his own cum still clinging to her. The slap of his balls and hips against her ass was only a little quieter than the shrill, vicious cacophony they slipped into together, continuously one-upping each other's cries until they were mostly just screaming at each other.

It was the perfect accompaniment to that rough, feral pounding he was giving her. He wanted to fuck her, to knot her, to fill her, and absolutely nothing could stop him. Not even those gnashing jaws, snapping at the air in front of her while he held her down and stayed mounted over that thick, spotted ass. His knot popped halfway inside on a hard stroke and he yanked it back only to force it all the way past that clenching ring, provoking a shaking spasm and a snarl from the shark as she clamped down upon the sensitive bulb.

For all his ferocity, his knot was still a weakpoint. Just feeling how tight she was getting around it, rapidly contracting, spurting her pre as she loaded up another orgasm, that was enough to make him pause. He let his jaws drop open, his tongue flopping wetly from his mouth, drooling on her spotty back while he buried himself within her. Every last inch, balls mashed to her cheeks as they twitched and tightened, churning up so much cum he could feel his cock expanding within her before bursting. Climax hit him like hell's fire itself, leaving him whooping out, cackling harder than he ever had, sounding like a whole pack by himself.

He came inside her, shooting so much hyena cum it didn't even seem possible. But it just kept flowing, kept pumping from inside that inner store of newfound energy and lust. He bloated her out with it, made her slosh, and every single drop got sealed inside by his massive knot. She shot her own all over herself, painting her body and leaving herself in a pool of it beneath her by the time she was done, steaming up the room. And it was already hot down there. She was writhing in it, smearing it all over her skin as it spread from her head to her toes, rich and potently musky. They panted and yelled and sweated and drooled on each other as they climaxed together, humping, shaking, flexing, and finally collapsing.

Snuggling up behind her, he let her roll onto her side. They spooned as he rubbed her belly, and gave a few last squeezes to her tits. They didn't say anything for a while, just roughly panting, sounding like rabid animals until they calmed. Then her voice was as bright and cheery as before, sounding very proud of herself.

"So. That's demon-corruption! You're my first one! I'm really excited."

His chest heaved as he squeezed up close to her.

"I really thought you were kidding. But if that's how demons fuck... I think I'm going to enjoy being one."

"It's the best," she assured him. "I can't wait for you to meet everyone! They're all gonna be so proud of me for bringing you in! Especially mom! I'd invite her but she's busy. You'll probably see her soon!"

He leaned in close and licked at her cheek, using the new flexibility of his tongue to even sneak a slurp of her teeth while he was there.

"I'm definitely going to need more of this booty and that delicious cock of yours again. I feel ... so much more need than before. I just want to fuck everyone. Everything. But especially you."

"I mean, obviously." She gave a good-natured laugh. "We're gonna fuck so much. In every way. From every angle. You're already so good at it. You're gonna make a great sexdemon!"

Her playful, almost innocent excitement wasn't what he expected from a supposed denizen of hell, but he wasn't questioning it. He'd found new purpose, new fun, new pleasures, and he was just going to have to stay there, locked deep in the demon shark's cum-stuffed butt until his knot finally came free. That was about the best way to spend a Halloween's eve as he could imagine.