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The ragged predators squirmed on their knees, despite the chains binding them to each other in a line, and to both walls. The disturbing and unholy chanting of the crimson hooded figures of this insane rabbit cult mounted into a crescendo. Some of the captives begged for forgiveness, promising to never ever hunt another of their long-eared brethren, but they were barely audible among the chanting, the mockeries of the other bunnies in attendance, and the hysteric rattling of chains. Others preferred to drag themselves away from the center of the sacrificial circle, pulling on their chains with increasing hopelessness as the evil symbols drawn in blood under them turned gooey and dark. The earth trembled.

The red fox that happened to be kneeling right in the middle of the circle did neither of those things. His name was Jaik, and he could see that the chains were too short to allow any of them to get far enough, and he decided, when he looked into their prey's eyes, that their greedy stares of delighted vengeance were not indicative of mercy.

-- Please! Anything but this! eagerly requested a black wolf. Make us slaves, or kill us!

The chanting broke when an eerie red glow from behind the captives began to taint the chamber. One of the shapes pushed back the hood of his cowl, revealing damaged brown fur, a wide scar over his left eye, and a right ear that was almost completely gone. His eyes sparkled with hatred.

-- An eternity in hell would barely be long enough for you dimwitted carnivores to learn something.

-- You're crazy! threw an angered white-furred weasel. It's not our fault! It's nature!

The public of farmer and worker rabbits were not moved by that argument. Despite being intimidated by the massive portal opening before their eyes, more joined in, launching recriminations and taunts.

-- But you guys looove predator-prey dynamics! I'm certain you'll settle in great within your new natural ecosystem!

-- Look at those cute demon chew-toys. I wish I could hear them squeal for the rest of their short lives.

Jaik waited for it. The bunnies cheered when a monstrous, massive clawed hand reached from behind, hovered briefly over the offerings, and, in a fell swoop, tore the black wolf kneeling next to the fox from his binds without any resistance, and yanked back into the portal with its catch.

-- NOOOoooooo!

The rabbits exploded in laughter at the shrill scream, and applauded.

-- Bye bye, doggy! cooed one.

-- Have a good trip, predators!

-- Oooh! What's that? asked a big-eyed, fair-haired female hare.

Indeed, the audience plunged in silent anticipation. Soon, the red fox heard the creeping, oozing sound. He hesitantly turned his snout to the side, unsure of whether or not he wanted to know.

Low on the floor, three thick viscous tentacles progressed blindly, leaving a disgusting trail of sticky fluid wherever they slid. The smelly, fleshy limb's color oscillated from dark blue to dark green as it wriggled with obvious strength. At first, none of the offerings knew which ones would be picked, as the tentacles appeared to move randomly. The middle tentacle suddenly lifted up from the floor, and plunged decisively toward Jaik, only to change its mind at the last second, and head for his other neighbor in binds. The white weasel freaked out, attempting to crawl forward on his knees, but he couldn't move far. Two others were also picked, but Jaik could only focus on one. It was more than enough.

As soon as the slippery organ got near enough to sense the body's warmth, it wrapped itself, whip-like, around the weasel's left paw, and immediately worked up his shackled leg, coiling tightly into his fur... which began to smoke at once.

-- Aaaaaah! Get it off! It burns! No!

-- It's almost as slimy as you are, weasel, coldly stated one of the robed shapes.

The rabbits watched with fascinated smiles as the weasel's fur and clothes began to corrupt, curling and blackening, and turning to ash from every area touched by the tentacle. The smoke became thick as the weasel and two others screamed. The corruption spread quickly, way faster than the tentacle progressed. The latter was only starting to coil around the waist when the burning reached the shoulders. The smoke was now too dense to see through clearly, but the helpless, increasingly pink shape definitely writhed.

-- No, please! Help, help me! Not me! Not me, please! Aaaah! Aaaaaaah!

-- Help, little bunnies, help! imitated someone in the audience, provoking general hilarity.

The corruption finished enveloping the weasel's head, and a thinner, much faster tentacle burst from the shimmering portal to wrap itself around the loud, whiny muzzle, fastened it shut, and slid toward the neck.

-- At last!

Yet another large oozing limb joined in, grabbing the other leg. The weasel was brutally elevated as much as the chains allowed, clearing some of the smoke, and offering for all a clear view of the ridiculously pink, naked, hairless body, now fully coiled and silenced. The bunnies approved of this terminal humiliation, and that was before the phallus-shaped tentacles made their entries. All three chosen victims -- the weasel, as well as a coyote and another wolf -- were, at this point, wrapped and controlled by the powerful dark limbs, hairless, and helplessly elevated, though only the weasel had been sufficiently vocal to deserve silencing. All three showed terror-widened eyes, but they widened even more when their thighs were viciously spread and the nasty-looking penis-shaped limbs simply and unapologetically impaled their asses. All three hairless snouts turned vivid-red, and swelled as their small pink cocks automatically went hard and began to ejaculate with every ruthless thrust painfully filling their rectums and prodding their insides. The coyote and wolf lost all that might've remained of their respective dignities as they squealed high in indication of the searing, mind-crushing, unrelenting orgasms that the demon cocks imposed them. The three defenseless penises squirted everywhere, shaking, again and again, while the canines made unearthly noises of nauseating pleasure until it aggravated their new demon owner, and it silenced them too with smaller agile tentacles.

-- And they say we like to breed! Look at those proud sluts!

The proud sluts spurted in agonized silence until they simply had no more liquid to eject. Their situation seemed even worse, then, as their cocks throbbed dryly, desperate to ejaculate more seed that just wasn't there. Their expressions under the unimaginable, permanent orgasms were so intense that it might've been torture. Their inflated, reddening dicks bobbed up and down with uncontrollable spasms, pressuring and pressuring to find more liquid to throw. It would've probably been intolerable to hear their excruciating moans, but silenced and wiggling? It was funny enough for the audience. The tentacles appeared quite content with this as well, or, at the very least, unbothered. They pulled their new toys up harshly while the rhythmic pounding of their anuses continued, and, like for the black wolf before them, they appeared to slip out of their shackles without resistance. The ex-predator pink shapes were then moved around freely in the air, which greatly entertained the rabbits. At last, before the demon pulled back with its sacrifices, it began to squish them together, releasing their muzzles only to make them kiss, lick each other's slick bodies, suck on their dry cocks, and swallow lumpy demon liquids dripping from their abused bottoms. They still couldn't produce much more than suckling noises and faint squeaks, overall. It was so that they disappeared through the portal, and the chamber became suddenly much more tranquil than it seemed a moment before.

Whichever kind of demon would take a fancy to him, Jaik hoped it wouldn't be one of these. The brown half-eared cultist saw his expression of worry.

-- Don't worry, fox. I'm sure one of them will be very interested in you.

-- Yeah! added a farmer. They'll probably find a use for all of this cunning of yours!

They snickered.

-- Don't you mean "coming"?

The last thing the fox saw was their gaping, celebrating faces when he felt violently pulled through the portal. As with all of the others, he simply slipped out of the binds, and fell. At first, he fell up. Under him, far under his limp black hands and paws, he could only see the shrinking portal to his home, which he knew he'd never see again. In this moment, he really did regret eating rabbits. If he'd known it would end this way, he would've eaten something else, even though rabbits_were_ delicious. Then again, he reflected, it might've been that other choice of prey, throwing him into this red abyss.

Out of nowhere, he was no longer falling up, but down, back first, facing a rust-colored, hostile sky with brown, dirty-looking clouds. The air was_hot_.

And then he wasn't falling at all.

He was facing some hard and dry yellow dirt. He'd ceased breathing during the fall, so he blew hard, and then he forced some of this unpleasant air into his lungs, accidentally breathing the dust. It made his mouth taste of sulfur, and he hated it. He heard a noise. A_heavy_ noise. It helped him remember that something had pulled him in this horrid world. He flipped himself around onto his elbows, and had barely an instant to take in the bleak surroundings of endless empty flat plains broken by massive and formless outcroppings of red rock. Instead, what caught the fox's attention was the colossal, insect-like_thing_ which had many razor-sharp pincers hovering above him.

-- Oh yesssss. Ssssacrifissssse! Good choissssse!

The voice was strident and annoyingly high pitched. The thing's head was flat, with multiple crystalline bulbous organs along the edge that the fox assumed were eyes. Its outward shell -- or whatever it was -- was lime green and articulated in very strange places, certainly allowing for some weird and unexpected movements. He counted four pairs of limbs connected to its upper body, and three pairs of legs. A wide, oblong mouth with a million sharp vibrating teeth was "grinning" under the eyes. It was the ugliest, most nightmarish thing, ever. It seized one of Jaik's paws, and lifted him up. The hellish abomination was about three times taller than the fox. It dangled him before its face to examine him more closely.

"Yesssss! Warm! Healthy! Good pouch! Sssssstigma is very lucky!"

Pouch?

-- No! No, no, no, no. No. Not pouch!

Whatever Jaik was supposed to be a pouch for, he was fairly sure he didn't want it. To his chagrin, his protestations failed to convince Stigma, and (he? she?) it took his other paw within its deadly bladed grasp to open his legs.

-- Sssssilly pouch! Pouches don't desssside!

Since Jaik was held facing Stigma, he could see everything happening, and he regretted it wholeheartedly. The abdomen waved a few times, as the thorax folded to grant it more space and conserve balance, while the legs extended as much as they could to bring the underside of the creature to the level of the fox's crotch. Only then could he notice a pointy, lengthy little stinger which suddenly deployed an extremely thin, syringe-like end. A single drop of unknown liquid fell out of it. Jaik resisted, pulling on one leg, and then the other, and then bending over as much as he could, and also generally thrashed about in the air. His efforts summed up at zero. He stared at his fate while Stigma positioned him to fulfill his unknown pouch function. A scythe of a pincer cut off his tattered pants at the legs with two precise sweeps, and then his shirt, fully exposing him.

-- Aw man. Fucking bunnies.

Just as the injector was about to touch his fun bits, something happened, and the stinger folded away. With a rapid and massive weight shift, Stigma turned around while attempting to protect itself. It hissed very, very unhappily, swinging the fox by a paw.

-- Legion! No!

The voice that responded was so low, deep, and earthy, it seemed that a volcano spoke or, more accurately, yelled.

-- Mine!

The dark shape plunged its hand deep into the insect-like thorax. Legion wasn't taller at all, but it was bulkier than Stigma, and it moved with such speed that Jaik couldn't see it clearly yet. The fox fell to the dirt with a hurtful thump. The sound that he heard was indescribable. A thousand giant grasshoppers were getting their wings and legs ripped out. The screech diminished as the demon escaped at full speed, wounded, afraid, and fucking pissed.

Then Legion did stop moving, and Jaik saw him clearly. As opposed to Stigma, there was no possible confusion about his gender. Legion was_very_male. When his attention snapped to the fox, Jaik ran. To what? He didn't know. It didn't matter. He could not allow that barbed erect cock to be forced into any orifice of his, so he stomped his pads into the dust, running like he'd never ran before, toward the empty dust desert. He could feel the force of the demon's steps closing in fast. There was nowhere to run or hide, and nothing else to do, so Jaik kept running with the energy of pointless despair, until he was simply acquired, and roughly so, by Legion, when the latter grabbed his bushy tail, and dragged him at his feet.

"Suck."

Jaik, on his hands and knees, facing away from the owner of the rock-avalanche voice, heard the word, and immediately knew how he'd die. He was forcefully turned around... and...

... And...

Was his mind playing tricks on him? While the demon remained a huge beast, he appeared much smaller than before to Jaik, as he lay on his back under him. The fox took some time to really detail him while he was forced up to his knees by hard, sharp, weaponized fingers closing around his neck.

Legion had small glowing red eyes in the middle of a somewhat flat face with no visible nose at all, which descended obliquely into a sharp chin. All along the edge of this chin and his lower jaw ran a series of spikes that Jaik hesitated to call horns, because they seemed made of the same material that composed the rest of his skin. The top of the demon's head flared a bit, making him a permanent crown, which also ended in regular spikes, though these were much more spaced out than the ones on his chin. From the sides under this crown, two solid horns extended up and to the sides, only to curve inward and forward much like a ram's. Those were dark grey; a much paler shade than the rest of his black skin. Legion's body, as a matter of fact, seemed covered in something at the intersection of stone, wood and leather. The texture was rough, the form was gnarly, and the edges of his body had many, many spikes and barbs. His build was resolutely top heavy, though his massive legs and tail were nothing to laugh at, and as a result he moved with a slight bend in his back and shoulders for balance.

Funny thing, though: parts of him were gold.

The first row of his phalanges on his hands? Gold. The midsection of his thick horns? Gold. The base of his tail? Gold. And, as Jaik was about to get to contemplate to his heart's content, so was the base of his shaft.

Said shaft with a barbed head was presented to the foxy snout. The other demonic hand held the back of his head, so he didn't even try to pull away.

"Suck," the earthquake voice repeated.

Jaik's muzzle was angled up. He immediately opened his maw as wide as he could, until the articulations of his jaws hurt, and extended his tongue. Frankly, he didn't see much of a point in trying to resist, or putting off the inevitable.

The coarse, wide, lengthy member entered more gently than the fox had expected, but its presence was far from subtle. It took all of the place, rubbing strongly against both the tongue at the bottom, and the roof of the canine's mouth. It was huge.

Jaik was gay. Even before this unfortunate turn of events, he'd slurped and taken male treats up his rear, and had stuffed his own bone in male receptacles as often as possible, both with interested foxes, and with less interested bunnies that quickly discovered themselves new passions when he caught them, and named the price for letting them go. Legion, however, was too much even for his tastes, but as he tried and failed to work the cock that left no room to work with, he experienced the very special taste of this unholy erection.

Legion tasted like dominance. Perhaps like conquering a helpless village, or like taking something precious by force. As soon as he tasted this, Jaik noticed just how stupendously powerful Legion was compared to him. It was the most natural thing in the world that such a mighty being should put a meek fox like himself to any desirable use. It felt good- No. Not good, that wasn't it. It felt just! Yes! It was only justice for him to service this glorious creature with whatever he could provide. He deserved to have this gargantuan and hurtful sex plow deeper, and deeper...

Jaik suddenly snapped back to reality because the demon was already way deep, and provided no hint of any intention to slow down. The fox panicked, and began to gag, wondering if Legion even realized that he was a fairly frail mortal thing. Or if he cared.

The demon did interrupt his descent briefly, but Jaik's hopes were ground into dust as powerfully as his throat was reamed when Legion simply oriented his gaping maw even higher, in order to continue to force more of his length down in him. The barbs and the rough skin were too much, particularly as his throat contracted repeatedly around the cock to milk it, so Jaik had no other choice but to bite down a bit. There was no reaction, so he tried again, and then again with maximum force.

It hurt his teeth.

"No biting."

The demon half-heartedly chastised the choking fox with a surprisingly painful flick to his nose. That was it. The shaft continued to advance, and the fox took it with incredulous surprise. Oh, and also pain.

Finally, the fox sensed the gold against his front teeth. He'd gulped the entire thing! He must've looked utterly absurd, gaping there with that much spiteful penis lodged into him. He couldn't help but imagine how fulfilled the rabbits would be if they'd gotten the opportunity to see him then.

The demon puffed his warm breath over Jaik's whiskers, and with a satisfied humming, began to sway up and down with flawless callousness. The abrasion.The abrasion!

Legion was content! For once, his dick was enveloped into something warm and soft and tight that also made interesting noises as it served its purpose of providing grinding pleasure. Sacrifices were really just the best stuff. There was something different about them. He liked this particular one too! For some reason that he couldn't truly bother meditating on, he'd quite enjoyed watching it open its mouth by itself for his shaft. He also thought it had a nice reddish color and a big funny tail, and now it'd begun watering with its eyes, which was curious. He interpreted it as a sign that it was choking and being hurt, which increased his pleasure, for it was well and good that this weak thing should suffer for his satisfaction. He swung up and down faster and harder, and the gurgles and pathetic trembling increased. It was swell. His pleasure augmented still, and he groaned. His sacrifice began to attempt to move away, which annoyed him, because Legion wanted it to know that its strength was null compared to his own, and that he could impose whatever he wished to it. Therefore, he clutched its nape with much power to keep it in place. His plaything soon understood the lesson and left its fate in his hands, which was the right thing to do, of course. Legion continued to demolish its throat with his sensitive and inflated organ for another minute or so, until his honed senses told him that his toy was becoming even weaker, and was about to faint. He kept it in place for a few more moments because the pleasure was getting profound, and he was loath to interrupt it, but he did anyway. In one movement, he extracted himself.

Jaik gasped for air desperately. He coughed and coughed, and it took him quite a while to recuperate. He'd drunk hot lava, or he'd swallowed one of those rock formations, and had chocked on it. The demon wasted no time, and pushed his pulsating rod into the fox's white chest fur, and wiped it in there.

"Rub."

Jaik's back was nudged to signify that he had to hurry and comply, and so he did, and took the demon's limb into his hands, stroking it with vigor, thankful for the reshaping of his throat to have ended. The demon persisted in grinding into his chest higher and higher, and soon the swelling, wicked bulb with its callous barbs reached Jaik's chin.

"Lick."

Jaik was just beginning to catch his breath, and see colors again, but he did as he was told, and took the glans back into his mouth to tongue it while his right hand worked the shaft, and his left hand fondled the demonic balls. As soon as he'd tasted that gleaming dick again, he'd felt compelled to pleasure Legion as completely as he could. He was so worthless! The least he could do was to try and be a good fuck.

This worship only augmented in intensity when pungent lubricating fluid began to leak from the tiny hole at the tip of the demon's barbed bulb. Legion growled powerfully with arousal when Jaik lapped it up eagerly, pressing his soft and agile tongue against the hole. He also wrapped the underside of the penis head, and resumed blowing it as best he could. The hand that moved up against the back of his skull to keep him in place was a clear message to carry on doing what he was doing, and Jaik submitted to this apex predator's will with no reservations.

Suddenly, Legion withdrew his evil mind-melting flesh candy from the fox's muzzle. Jaik whined. He heard himself, immediately snapping back. The demon was breathing hard, tremendously edgy, and the frail canine suddenly apprehended that Legion might like to finish with something harsh. His fears were confirmed when his ears were tugged to angle his face up, like before. At this moment, Jaik decided that it was critical to get that unholy beast to understand that he was from a different world, with different rules, and that, therefore, if Legion wished to keep him and continue to enjoy him in the long term, he'd have to act toward him with some restraint, in certain ways, and provide him with necessary care, otherwise he would become damaged, and no longer able to supply entertainment. He began to explain.

-- I-

That was as far as he managed to get. Legion was not very interested, and considered that, if Jaik was well enough to talk, he was well enough to swallow his entire dick again. Consequently, he parted the red-furred muzzle, stuffing himself swiftly enough that Jaik's protest was reduced to a modest servile yelp that Legion decided to interpret as ordinary supplication from a feeble being. Overall, the demon was stimulated, and it caused him to ram down the fox just a tad faster. In fact, Legion estimated that a new position would be most efficient.

He leaned forward and took the fox's legs in one hand, folding them toward himself. His other hand seized his neck and left shoulder. From these two handles, he was able to control his sacrifice's entire weight and inclination, so it would be much easier to shove him around his cock at his preferred rhythm -- which was fast. He would ejaculate in that hot yielding receptacle, and that would be just great.

Jaik saw the ground move away from him. Maintained horizontally, he could do nothing but watch pleadingly Legion's grin as he was used to milk that evil cock. His arms dangled uselessly under him as Legion swung him quick and hard. He couldn't really sense anything other than that massive obstruction painfully chafing against and stretching the walls of his gullet.

He was roughly drawn and withdrawn onto every last centimeter of the monster sex for over a minute. Eventually, Legion panted in shortened gusts. He began to moan with the sound of a crumbling castle, as blazing pleasure washed into him, giving the foxy cock sheath one final powerful pull, and held him firmly in order to properly seed him. Over the course of about half a second, the demonic eyes went from red, to pink, to pure white, and then colored again to a sapphire blue. His grin widened from the sexual bliss.

Jaik's nose crashed into Legion's pubis as he shook with the force of the gooey semen being propelled directly into his stomach. The jets were intense, though, and much sperm flowed back up when Legion resumed faintly waving his personal spunk recipient to extract a bit more ecstasy from this juicy orgasm. Jaik choked some more as he sensed and witnessed, appalled, the curdled sperm rise and erupt out of his sensitive nose, as well as his mouth. Obviously, he breathed some as well.

-- Swallow!

Legion was annoyed, but Jaik couldn't do anything to drink more as loads and loads of spunk were delivered. It was more than he could handle, and Legion's bitter semen kept seeping from his maw and nostrils. He closed his eyes in the unpleasantness of it all.

The huge organ left him with one final trail of suffering, and the fox bitch was dropped into the dust to recuperate. Every part of his mouth and nose were coated in come. He could barely breathe, and he felt a weight on his stomach. He retched, but managed to prevent a reflux. He coughed up some seed from his lungs, and spat it out.

"No!"

The eyes went through the same process as before, but in reverse. They returned to red.

"Eat my seed!"

Jaik looked up apologetically, and attempted to say: "I tried," but barely any sound came out between his destroyed throat and irritated lungs. Legion appeared to understand, however. His eyes turned pinkish. He took the fox and forced his face down to stare at the humid dust.

"Eat all my seed, cock servant, or suffer."

He meant it.

The mud made of sperm and yellow dust was impeccably horrid, as one might expect, but when Jaik began to slowly eat it, lump after lump, under Legion's watchful gaze, the latter switched to blue once more, and sat down close to patiently observe the spectacle. Because it was so tough to keep the stuff down, poor Jaik took his time, making little balls of it with his trembling fingers, and swiftly swallowing the sickening things. At some point, though he was done, and stared at Legion for a few seconds, until he felt the urge to grovel.

"Sacrifice belongs to Legion."

And then, as if this obviously required further clarification:

"You, sacrifice, belong to me, Legion. My servant. My property. My slave. You take all orders. Obey or suffer. No delay. No discussion. Only submission."

Legion squeezed the fox's nose between two sharp fingers.

"Understood?"

-- Yep, uttered Jaik. Five out of five. Crystal clear. I belong to you, I do anything you say, all that.

-- No talking, Legion warned.

-- Alright-

Jaik realized that giving vocal confirmation was talking, so he stopped himself and nodded. The demon touched his head possessively, and picked him up with a single arm. When he saw what Legion was trying to do, he helped by folding himself over the arm, and hung limply there like a fox-shaped towel or blanket. Legion approved.

-- Good submissive. Satisfying. Legion keeps.

Jaik's paws swayed gently as he was carried for quite a long time across the desolate landscape. He couldn't help but think about the bunnies that he'd captured and brought to an uncertain future. Was that what they all felt? He wished there was a way he could tell them how much he regretted, in case they knew of some secret way to allow him passage back to his world, though he wasn't sure if it was true repentance. It could've been normal wishful thinking, as when one regrets doing a thing simply because the consequences would be avoided. Now, he was less than nothing. A demon's sexual plaything.

"Next, Legion fucks your tailhole. You learn to beg and cry."

Jaik's tail twitched. That didn't sound good in the slightest, but... Damnit. When did this happen? He had just noticed it.

He was stiff as hell.