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When Winter finally hit, it came hard, blowing an all-concealing blanket over everything as if it had erased the entire outside world, at least for a little while. Christmas was disappointingly green, but come late January, it was perfect cuddling weather. No more rain or muck, but instead there came the scenic storms, one after another, the freezing air easily banished by a cozy blanket, or a warm dinosaur. All the holiday rush was dealt with, and it was finally time to curl up with a hot drink and stare out at the twinkling desolation, content that there was nothing to worry about but for feeling snug and comfortable. Of course, for a couple like Mahiri and Viktor, there was no better time to indulge in some casual bondage play.

The leopardess had a good view of the crackling fireplace over the raptor's shoulder as she dangled from the ceiling, expertly suspended and restrained by a set of ropes and knots applied by the talented dinosaur. She couldn't do much more than squirm while Viktor stroked up and down her hips, chittering warmly, pressing his lips against the side of her neck. A play of sharp teeth along that sensitive place had her shivering pleasantly, despite the heat. A log too many on the fire meant that the room was a little hotter than it needed to be, allowing for a bit of sweat to glisten on the raptor's scales. Mahiri didn't mind. That just meant that when she breathed in, she was inhaling a potent dose of that richly masculine scent, laced with a dose of pheromones that were sending her into a soaking wet state of lust. She wasn't just rumbling by the time he finished nibbling, she was mewling for him, her pussy clenching and dripping with the rising need, her thighs spread wide by the ropes binding her, her hands locked together just above the base of her tail. Her body was his to touch and take, however he wished. She knew he'd never go too far.

The moment would have been perfect if it wasn't for the glimpses she got over his shoulder of the many flickering candles on the mantle. Viktor had never been much for receiving gifts - he insisted he already had everything he needed. But she knew how much he enjoyed reading by the fire, and how he relished a good exotic scent. These had been simply intoxicating. She was simply wandering down the street, not even thinking about buying anything, when she was drawn into that mysterious shop by the aroma that caught her nose. The mysterious establishment hadn't been there before, popping up for the holiday season, and it was brimming with strange, exotic trinkets and curiosities the likes of which gave her an indescribable feeling of wonder and awe, as if they were brimming with secret power. The whole thing would have been so charming if it wasn't for the owner.

That hairy goat introduced himself only as Krampus, refusing to give a real name. He certainly fit the image, appearing to be chained to his spot behind the till as he was. Plus, he was a tall, imposing beast of a male, he would have been attractive if he hadn't spent the whole transaction leering at her with that wicked grin of hers. She hadn't told Viktor about it - especially not what that goat had told her on the way out. Something about making her scream his name some day ... it was gross. Even if it was some sort of in-character thing, he came off as a creep. No wonder he ran a travelling business. He probably got chased out of town on the regular for comments like that. It would have been better to just forget about the whole thing, and never think about that big jerk again, but every time she looked at those candles, or smelled them, a little piece of that memory came flooding back. And she had to admit it to herself, even if she'd never say it out loud - it wasn't entirely a negative one.

All those distractions melted away as if the sun had just peaked out from behind the clouds when she felt the raptor's lips on her own. She closed her eyes and simply fell into that deep kiss, savouring the strength of his embrace, and all the delicate ways he handled her body, poking and prodding wherever she was sensitive. He knew exactly how to pleasure her after so much experience together. All those hidden sweet spots where he could knead or squeeze, those perfect places to nibble or lick to get those happy shudders running down her spine. The touch of his claws running up and down her sides, his tongue working along the front of her throat, making her tilt her head back, his teeth latching onto her shoulder just hard enough to let her feel the sharpness ... it was all just right. Never too much. A cozy, familiar lust came over her, knowing she was perfectly safe with him, even if he was a dangerous prehistoric predator. She trusted him completely to treat her right. Though she did worry sometimes she was too needy, that her well of sheer desire might overwhelm even him. He never indicated as much.

His gentle voice was ambrosia to her doubts. She could hear the desire radiating from him.

"Are you ready for me, Mahiri?"

Every time he said her name, he danced over the syllables like a song. Her heart warmed just to look into his eyes, and see the gentle smile on his lips.

"Please. I need you, Viktor..."

He took his hands off of her for just long enough to grasp the base of his cock. It was fully hard, extended from its slit, glazed in some of the lubricating juices from within. She bit her lip, trembling with need, wanting nothing more than to feel that raptor dick buried deep within her pussy. He was just brushing the tip against her soaking folds when they heard the distinctly out-of-season sound of jingling bells, and a sharper, harsher metallic rattle. Whoever was making that noise, they were getting closer. It might not have normally been enough to distract them from fucking, but they came accompanied by the sound of heavy steps that were definitely approaching the front door. The two of them paused just before penetration to look across the living room in confusion, especially when they heard that thundering clonk of what sounded like an approaching draft horse on their front step. Then there came a knock.

It was a hard, pounding fist against the door, rattling the whole house, making the pictures on the walls shake, the candles flicker. They didn't get a chance to answer before the door came crashing down to the floor, knocked clean off its hinges by a mighty kick from a hoof. One glance and Mahiri knew exactly who it was. She caught his scent before she even saw him. That burly goat stood proudly in the doorway, clad in nothing more than a jingling chest harness, a pair of broken shackles dangling from his wrists, and a glistening mane of melting snowflakes upon his shoulders and great horned head. His breath puffed like steam from his nostrils, and he already had that grin on his face. It was a confident, smug expression like he knew something they didn't, and couldn't wait to tell them. A red, velvety sack thrown over his shoulder looked empty. He definitely did not come bearing gifts.

Viktor moved to confront the mostly-naked intruder immediately. He wasn't as big nor as bulky as the huge goat bastard, but he was plenty strong all his own. His voice was firm, but polite. He didn't bother to cover himself up to approach 'Krampus,' or whoever he really was. It wasn't like the goat would have offered the same courtesy.

"Excuse me, I don't know what you're doing here but you're intru-"

Mahiri had always felt safe with Viktor around. That raptor was fast as well as deadly. He was a calm and gentle figure most of the time, but the leopard rested easy knowing she had a dinosaur at her side. Any sort of threat, any sort of intruder, and he could deal with them. She was sure of that. But he didn't even get to finish his sentence. Krampus didn't even toss that bag - it looked more to lunge from his shoulder like a feral beast. The impact took Viktor right off his feet as if it was full of bricks. The fabric seemed to attack him, moving as if animated, wrapping around his body as the opening overtook his head. From Mahiri's perspective, it looked like it was devouring him.

Soon there was just the muscular outline of a raptor struggling beneath the red velvet. Not even his claws could shred through that material. It held him down and suppressed his fighting somehow, moving and writhing like a living being. Mahiri could only watch on in horror as her partner was so easily incapacitated by the towering goat. Especially since she was still tied up. Viktor was no slouch with his knots, in more ways than one. She wasn't getting down until someone took her down, and the person normally in charge of that was helplessly squirming on the floor. All she could do was grit her teeth and whimper a bit as the demonic-looking goat jingled and thumped his way towards her, the house shaking with every fall of his heavy hooves.

"What the hell are you - Viktor?? Help!"

The goat just gave a sinister chuckle. Then there came his tongue. She couldn't avoid it, even as she frantically pulled away. Her voice caught in her throat, keeping her from crying out for help again. All she could do was rasp and warble as Krampus let that massive slurper flop down over his chin, and his chest. It was far longer than it had any right to be, and he had a disturbing amount of control over it too. Leaning in, he puffed his sweltering hot breath in her face, and took a deep look right into her eyes. Then he was licking her, starting at her neck, working down her collarbone. He tasted her breasts, flicked the tip of his tongue over each of her nipples, and eventually he got right between her thighs. She could feel his fingers digging into her, gripping her hard as if she could possibly get away from him, wrenching her close so he could take a greedy slather over her pussy, up and down until he'd lapped up all her needy juices. She could feel his septum piercing pressing against her clit. It was warm. Her lip stung from how hard she was biting it just to keep from moaning. He could move that tongue in all manner of sinful ways, touching and teasing her from angles she'd never before experienced ... but her composure held, and she remained silent.

"Fuck yeah. See, I knew I was right about you. One look and I thought, I bet her pussy tastes fuckin' good." He gave a teasing squeeze of one of her tits, just hard enough to hurt a little. "Nice seeing you again, kitty. Been watching you."

He nodded over to the candles on the mantle. They'd been burning brighter ever since he entered.

"Smell good, don't they? We'll get you nice and hooked on that scent once you're sniffing it off my dick."

She couldn't help but notice how sweaty he was for having supposedly walked there through the blowing snow in the nude. A lingering crisp winter scent mingled with his distinct musk to leave her mouth watering, despite her better judgment. Her eyes remained locked forward to keep from dancing over his chiselled muscles, or those strategic tufts of black hair that so enticed her gaze. Just what would it be like to bury her nose where he was hottest ... but she couldn't let that thought linger when her boyfriend was in danger. She started to struggle and thrash in her bindings, still feeling his hot saliva clinging to her fur, and to her sex. Maybe if she rocked back and forth enough she could build up momentum and come crashing down from the ceiling. Not the most elegant solution, but it would work.

He got a hold of her before she could succeed with her daring escape plan. Grabbing her by the face, burying her muzzle in his palm, he curled a finger at that dino-restraining sack and it slid over to him on command. From there it was just a matter of unbinding her so he could start stuffing her in right alongside the raptor. When her arms were free, she flailed them around, and beat them against his chest a few times, but he didn't even seem to notice. She even tried to bite, but she couldn't get her teeth on him. Headfirst she went, dunked into that empty gift bag, the fabric clinging and conforming to her body as soon as she entered. It smelled a little musky. Like someone had jizzed in it once or twice before. She felt her lover's scales sliding against her fur as she went deeper, which brought her some small comfort in that terrible scenario. The sack gobbled her up with what almost sounded like a gulp, but it was probably just the shifting of fabric. Once she was entirely consumed, she felt him hefting them both up, throwing them over his shoulder as he clomped right out the way he entered. She didn't remember much after that.

It wasn't that she passed out, exactly. She could still feel some vague sensations. The jostling movement, the warmth. The icy breeze blew against them, but they were sheltered in there, kept far more comfortable than such a simple sack ought to have allowed. Perhaps it was simply magical. That would have explained the intoxicating aromas wafting from deep within it. She could hardly catch Viktor's scent anymore, or much of anything else. The sound of snow crunching beneath Krampus' hooves was the only thing she could focus one for a while, but even that faded in time. She must have drifted off for a while, but it felt as short as a blink of her eyes before she was in a whole new environment. There was a haze over all her senses that took some additional blinking to fully banish, but even then she could hardly believe her eyes.

They were in what looked like a quaint log cabin, one with a certain coziness offset by the grim choice of decor. She couldn't even name all the skulls mounted on the walls. Maybe if she'd squinted closer at all the nameplates - but that was all irrelevant. Illuminated by the natural light of the roaring fireplace and the many candles were the raptor's scales. He was silent in his bondage, his mouth sealed shut by a muzzle, his body restrained and bound in place. If she had to be honest, she'd never seen such an elaborate suspension setup, and that was after dating noted expert of restraint Viktor. The raptor was all tied by an interwoven spiderweb of ropes and pulleys, limbs pulled back, spine arched, turning him into a crescent moon. There was no slack on those ropes, either. He couldn't move a muscle. It definitely wasn't the 'safe' kind of bondage he advocated himself. His hands were behind his head, tied to the tip of his raised tail, and his feet were somewhere near his rear, ensuring he was completely vulnerable, exposed, and helpless. Only the shifting of his eyes towards the awakened leopard told her he was conscious.

Once she was properly coherent, or at least resembled such, her first course of action was to lunge towards her boyfriend in hopes of freeing him from his bindings. That effort was swiftly halted when her shackles went taut, and sent her sprawling back, wiping herself right out and staring at the ceiling. Of course it wasn't going to be that easy. She wasn't given nearly as complex a treatment as the raptor, but she was still solidly chained to the wall, and no amount of squirming was going to change that. All she could do was collect herself and sit up, groaning at the sensation of bruises forming from the fall. Krampus was near, seated and casually stroking his dick, resting his chin on his fist with an impatient look on his face. When he saw her move, he rose, swinging his hard cock back and forth with each thundering step of approach. He was headed for Viktor.

"Be with you in a minute, kitty. Don't squirt without me," he said, gruff as ever, then chuckled. "I think you're gonna enjoy the show. Yer boyfriend and me had all kinds of time to talk while you were out. Spilled all his secrets to me. Kinda. Implied 'em anyway."

She wondered if he'd been grinning like that the whole time. It was an absolutely lecherous expression, one that made it seem all the more violating when he approached the raptor and ran his hands up and down Viktor's exposed chest. He wasn't gentle, pressing those thick fingers against the dino's well-carved muscles, groping him up and down with what at least looked like a vague sense of admiration. A faint chuckle escaped him before he leaned in and took a taste of those scales with that ungodly tongue, letting it flop out and drag along Viktor's belly, over his chest, right up to his face. An intrusive digit got up against the raptor's cockslit, slowly spreading it apart, sinking in with an unexpected tink of something metal. Enough groping about and he got the tip of the raptor's dick out, revealing a special sort of internal chastity cage, locked tight around that dark red shaft to keep it contained, presumptuously assuming he was going to get hard at some point.

"I know you're not gonna admit it yet, but I bet you fuckin' love this feeling. You don't even have to do anything right now," Krampus teased, playing with that caged dick. "No need to take control. No need to act all confident. Don't gotta pretend you're some badass that you aren't. We both know that's not you."

The words might have been meant to be friendly, but the goat spoke them with such guttural lust as to make them seem much nastier than they were. Viktor glared with tangible hatred, but he couldn't even vocalize it. A rumble in his throat was the best he could do as Krampus played with his exposed body, running his fingers along the inside of those muscular thighs, then moving to stroke along the underside of his tail. The raptor shivered in his bindings, but he couldn't do anything to break free, no matter how hard those muscles flexed. Mahiri could see the adrenaline surging, that sheer anger smouldering in the raptor's eyes. She'd never seen anything like it before from the soft-spoken dinosaur. It was intimidating, but still ineffective. He couldn't even bite the beast currently slobbering all over his exposed throat.

"Hey, don't give me that look. It's gonna all work out. All yer secret dreams are gonna come true. And her?" He gave a nod to the leopardess. "Don't worry about your pretty little girlfriend. She's gonna do just fine. Just wait until you hear the way she's gonna scream for me. You won't ever have to worry about satisfying the needy bitch again with me taking care of her."

With that, he took his hands off the raptor, and came clomping towards Mahiri. She got a much better look at him this time. Towering, rippling with muscle, those tufts of hair in all the right places, carrying his sweat. He was musky in just the right way, masculine all over, his eyes blazing with something that couldn't have been natural. He must have been a demon. Or at least the perfect approximation of one. Those curved horns only completed the picture of evil, of wicked depravity personified. She pulled away, especially when she saw his fat, uncut cock twitching, flattening herself against the wall as if she might somehow be out of reach there. It didn't prevent him from grabbing two big palmfuls of her tits, squishing them tight in his grip until they were almost flat. That was already enough to make her yowl a shrill sound, but at least it wasn't a scream.

"Yeahhhh ... nice fresh soft kitty. Had a few like you before. Some even worth keeping. Never met one as horny as you, though. I'm gonna enjoy ruining your tight fuckin' cunt."

For how solid those chains were, he dealt with them with ease. He didn't bother to unshackle her, instead just snapping off her bindings with two firm tugs. She got a good look at his bulging bicep, right up in her face while he did that. She didn't hesitate, even with that sweaty wall of muscle right in front of her. Sensing an opportunity, she ducked down as soon as she was free and went sliding between the demon goat's legs, frantically crawling past him in an effort to escape somewhere, anywhere. It was a valiant effort that lasted for all of a second before he snatched her by the tail, yanking it taut to the root and dragging her back into his clutches, kicking and fighting all the way. She shrieked in pain and started swinging her claws, but even when she met his skin with them she couldn't do any damage. It was like they'd gone dull all of a sudden. The effort hurt her more than anything.

He took control of her with a hand wrapped firmly around her throat. She choked in his grip, prying at his fingers but finding them unmovable as steel. He locked eyes with her, glaring deep, letting her gaze into the depths of the evil contained within those void-coloured letterboxes. She had no doubt he'd really do it, that he'd choke her out right there if he felt like it. But he had more plans for her than that. His growing dick told her as much. When he loosened his grip, holding her down flat on her back, she found a moment to let her eyes stray down to his cock, getting a better look at that thick foreskin drawing back, exposing his soaked tip. The bead of pre clinging to his cockslit was thick enough to fill a shotglass, hanging down and swinging as he took her wrists and clutched them together in each hand, stretching them over her head.

"No, no ... get off ..." she murmured.

It was supposed to come out more fiercely, even snarled, but she just couldn't find the strength to protest too hard. Maybe she just didn't have enough air in her lungs after being choked like that. Or maybe she was just scared, for herself and her boyfriend alike. It was all the worse when he flopped his tongue down between her tits and made them jiggle with a drooly swipe through her cleavage, working his way to her face and then sopping down to tease her nipples. His saliva was unusually warm, his breath steaming hot over her damp fur, making her start to sweat just a little. His own perspiration was dripping down on her now and then, or just tapping to the hard floor as he kept her pinned and relatively helpless. When he released her throat, she managed a short cry, which sounded more like a housecat's shrill wail than a proper leopardess noise, but at least it was a protest. Kicking her legs against him wasn't getting her anywhere though, and no matter how much she squirmed and scrambled, he still got his finger right on her clit, poking that digit down and toying with her sensitive nub until she was biting her lip to keep from giving him the satisfaction of a moan.

"Nnngh," came his thunderous grunt, along with a puff of steam from his nostrils. "You got a pretty pussy, cat. I'm gonna make it allll mine."

She kept on struggling, trying to break from his grasp, trying to squirm and kick or just slide across the floor to get out from under him, but his weight was crushingly heavy on her chest when he flattened his muscled body over her soft curves. She could barely breathe, rasping in her throat as he lazily pinned her, showing how easily he could control her. Then he had her by the thighs, leaving her to flail and strike his chest with claws and closed fists, beating his pecs like drums to no avail while he yanked her legs right up and got comfy between her spotty thighs. A diabolically lewd plap came with a splash of goat precum when he let his dick smack right atop her folds. She clenched and recoiled, trying to sink right through the floor and get away from the depraved demon rubbing his cock against her pussy, but he had her down, trapped, and ready to claim as his own. She just wasn't strong enough to escape, and Viktor had no choice but to look on while Krampus had his way with his girlfriend.

"That's it. Go on and fight me all you like. I bet you've been thinking about something just like this, haven't you?" He growled, drooling with lust, his voice rumbling in his throat almost like a purr. "Someone bigger. Someone stronger. Someone who wants to fuck you so bad he's just gonna take you, right there, no matter what you say ... and then it's not your fault, 'cause there's nothing you could do about it. Sound right?"

She didn't say anything. All she could do was glare at him, hating how much he was enjoying this, seeing the amusement on his face. But her silence was short-lived, because she was soon making those shrieks again, hurting her own ears with how sharply she cried out when Krampus penetrated her. He sank his cock deep inside her, and then deeper, letting her feel his fat balls against her thighs as he thumped down down, leaving her writhing and desperately crawling back, trying to get away from him before he could violate her any worse. His grunting growls rumbled right through her. She could feel them in her bones. His grin faded away instead for something like a snarl, his teeth clenched together, showing off sharp white fangs while he puffed out dark steam like smoke, spurting a few good shots of pre into her cunt. The heavy musk of sex filled the room in seconds, and no matter when she did, no matter how much she squirmed or protested, she was swiftly growing soaking wet around every single inch of goat dick buried in her pussy. She was clenching down on him like she was already ready to cum.

"Rrgh! Fuck yeah, naughty kitty. Squeeze up tight for me. You feel fuckin' good." He pulled back with a deep shlick, splashing her juices over her folds as he nearly popped right out of her, then sank back in. "Yeah ... Ngh, fuck, that's some prime pussy... and I own it now. I'm gonna fuck you until your little mind breaks. Bet it won't take long."

Mahiri swallowed deeply, her lips trembling. She couldn't see Viktor from where she was, but she could feel his gaze on the both of them. Soon she was biting her lip again, hurting herself, shaking her head while her tits bounced with the force of those thrusts. He was fucking her, hard, just ravaging her with hardly any care at all. He lacked the precision, the tenderness that Viktor showed her, treating her instead like a toy, acting like an animal, a brute. He was drooling a bit, huffing like a saw, blowing hot air through clenched teeth. His breath smelled good. All of him did. He was a dirty, sweaty goat bastard and he was fucking her like a beast out of hell. Her body was shaking with every impact, pouring the juices of her lust all over her soft thighs, wrenching cries out of her throat the likes of which she hadn't made in years. Her lips were drawing back, her teeth were showing, and her eyes were shut tight as she scrunched up her face, straining and squirming, her breath shaking rapidly as Krampus worked his hips harder and harder. He was slamming into her in a way that should have hurt, and maybe even did, but she hardly noticed. His nuts were slapping her hard enough to leave her ass a little numb from the repeated impacts, but she had to hold on, she couldn't do it, she couldn't give him the satisfaction ...

"You ever hear her make those kinds of noises for you, rappy? She moans plenty, yeah. But you're awful gentle with her. Afraid to break her like she needs. Always letting her down, just a little bit, but she's too goddamn nice to say it."

He spoke all casual-like, but he was right back to growling in her face, flecking some saliva over her features as he let her feel the force of that rumble. It was nearly a roar. Which was something she was getting closer and closer to as that steady schlick of fat goat dick plunging in and out of her pussy drove her to the brink of utter ecstasy. It wasn't just that he was going to make her cum. She'd already clenched down and gave a little gush on his dick. It was something better than orgasm, pinned there, soaking in his sweat, feeling utterly wanted and used all at the same time. Her whimpers sounded almost like she was crying at first, but she trembled up to something more impressive in time. There was no holding it back. She felt the sound burst free of her like a rabid animal released from a cage, leaving her snarling her way through some shrill feline noises, some truly frightening screams that echoed through the cabin and disturbed the many candles, drenching the scene in eerie darkness for a moment, the firelight flickering on the sheen of sweat clinging to Krampus' bulk.

"Ohhh! Oh fuck, yes, yesss, oh my god, I can't ... I can ... it feels .... Fuck!" She didn't know what she was saying. It was all just spilling out of her as her body launched into something she felt she'd never come down from. She fell into a needy whine after the initial impressive showing, sounding on the verge of tears. "Fuck me, Krampus, fuck meeeee..."

He snorted, but he never slowed. She clamped down on his dick as if to never let go, keeping him buried deep inside her, feeling him swelling and twitching. His balls were tight as they slapped her over and over, the sloppy sound of their fucking loud enough to echo. She was in such ecstasy there were tears in her eyes, and a few depraved giggles escaped her as her body heaved and shuddered, experiencing an orgasm powerful enough to shut her down for a while. She screamed her loudest and then feel starkly silent, briefly losing consciousness only to come right back into it as she gushed on his cock hard enough to soak his thighs. And he responded in kind, sinking balls-deep in her violated pussy, making her forget all about the force with which he'd kidnapped her, how this had all started with him holding her down and using her. All she wanted was his cum, and he gave it to her, pumping it out thick and hot, richly flooding her womb until a torrent was running down between the cheeks of her ass, streaming over her spotty thighs. She listened to him snarling, felt his sweat raining upon her, sending her to steaming hot, and then hotter still as her painted down her face and tits in the ropes of his enduring cumshot.

Her body was swiftly a canvas of his seed, overflowing until there was a puddle between her thighs. She let the mess stream down her curves, accumulating all around her, ensuring she was soaking in the stuff. There wasn't a trace of Viktor's scent upon her after that. She smelled like goat jizz, and she loved it. Her eyes were watery and her jaws remained open, drooling, panting, sometimes laughing at nothing in particular when she didn't simply moan. She couldn't think, or speak. All she could do was sprawl out, resting her hands behind her head, her hair splayed across the floor, the rivers of cum reaching it and soaking into her crimson locks until her natural black was starting to come out at the tips. When the goat presented his cum-coated dick, she licked it clean with hardly a second thought, closing her eyes and letting the flavour overtake her being, working her tingly tongue up and down over every single detail. And she definitely made sure to get right in under that thick foreskin, slurping around the thick head of his cock, taking a good sniff while she was there so she could continuing riding the high of his mind-breakingly masculine musk.

"Told ya. Felt good shouting my name, didn't it? I'll keep you screaming for me, don't you worry. Such a precious little fuck-kitten."

There was something almost affectionate in the way he said that, but maybe she was just in a good mood already. Either way, he left her writhing in a puddle of cream, her tongue hanging over her chin, her eyes absolutely blank. She couldn't even remember if she had a life before meeting him anymore. It wasn't like it mattered. She had a new life to live. Or at least that was how she was thinking after round one beneath the horny beast. The mere thought of more already had her pussy quivering, while she purred in anticipation. It took a while, but she eventually managed to roll over onto her side just enough to watch that goat stomping over to the suspended raptor. She hadn't even been thinking about how he might have been responding to a show like that. From a single glance, she could tell he wasn't that upset about it. The cage kept his dick in check, but he was firmed up as far as it'd let him, showing the first few inches of that red shaft sleekly coated with the juices of his cockslit. One which Krampus was plenty happy to dip his finger into, rubbing just below that restrained dick before pulling out to lick his digit clean.

"You liked watching me rut that spotty slut? You're all wet." Tapping a finger against the cage with a dull metallic sound, he rolled his long tongue over the points of his teeth, breathing right in the raptor's face. "Look at you, fighting down those urges. It's alright. You can say it. You want my dick, dino boy? Wanna feel big bad Krampus inside you?"

Despite the raptor's masculine figure, Krampus handled him in such a way to make even a muscular reptile seem feminine. He groped, and stroked, his eyes glimmering with possessive greed as he felt Viktor up all over. A good squeeze of his thighs, and he was spreading the dino's legs just a little. The ropes didn't allow for much movement, but it was enough to let the big goat get between the raptor's legs. Krampus took him by the hips, getting close, chest to chest, breathing in Viktor's face some more. If it wasn't for that muzzle, the raptor could have given him a hell of a bite, but it wasn't to be. He just had to endure, communicating only with his eyes, those glaring reds plenty menacing, but doing nothing to dissuade the goat from rubbing his dick right up against the dinosaur's crotch, gliding right between his balls, nudging the tip up against Viktor's caged cock.

"Mine's bigger. Not like you're gonna need it when I own ya. Think I'll just take a little for myself."

He didn't bother to explain what he meant by that, instead just shoving his dick right against that tight cockslit, managing to forcefully penetrate it with his tip, sliding just beneath his dick jamming forward. He couldn't get very deep, but it was already enough. A spurt of pre marked that slit as his own, and his satisfied growl-grunt resonated through the entire room. Then he grinned, locking those teeth together, lunging forward to nibble the raptor on the black-scaled throat.

"You already got such a nice tight slit. I hardly have to change a thing. And look at your cute little clit, all hard for me."

That cage was terribly confining up until that point. Enough grinding along the underside of Viktor's dick, and it was starting to fit a little more loosely, to the point it was barely hanging on anymore. A good thrust forward, burying the whole head of the goat's shaft in the raptor's slit, and it fell to the floor with a clatter. Instead of allowing Viktor's cock to spring free and throb to its full size, the dinosaur was left displaying a shaft barely three inches long. It was like his usual one, but shrunken down, looking like a little toy compared to his former glory. That was as big as it was going to get. Krampus pulled from that wet slit with a squelch and gave Viktor's cock a squeeze. Then he was frotting his own back and forth against it, letting the raptor get a good feel for the size difference. He'd taken a few inches for his own, packing them onto that juicy goat dick, leaving Viktor getting frotted by his own stolen girth.

"I think I'll make better use of all this size anyway."

He pinched Viktor's cock between two fingers just to really emphasize how small it was. The other hand was busy gripping his own, squeezing it hard enough to get the pre dripping out, thick gobs forming at the tip, a new bead replacing each one he wiped off on the raptor's scales. The room was already hot with wicked goat musk, and he was soon smearing it over Viktor's body, rubbing himself on every detail he could reach. From thighs, to balls, to belly, and then around to hump his back a few times. A streak along the underside of Viktor's tail, and he was nicely painted, that scent sinking in, marking him as the demon's own. That familiar raptor fragrance was simply gone from the room after that treatment. Mahiri couldn't detect a trace of it as she remained sprawled and sloshing with Krampus' cum. She had a front row seat to the big goat getting snug behind the suspended dino, taking him by the hips, squishing his tail against his back with his burly chest while he got his dick between his cheeks. With his lips right against the side of Viktor's head, he spoke in a low growl that wasn't quite a whisper, the rumble resonating through the raptor's skull.

"Krampus is gonna fuck you like you've always wanted to be fucked. Let's show your kitty your what a little cockslut she's been dating."

His shaft was soaking wet after fucking the feline stupid, which was fortunate given how rough he was with the raptor. A good shove, and he was already stuffing the head of his dick in Viktor's backside. Another deep slide, and he was plunging deeper and deeper, hardly pausing. No mercy. The raptor couldn't make much noise other than a few muffled grunts, but the look in his eyes said enough. Narrowed, reluctant, straining at first - and then rolling back slightly, a softer look coming over them to replace the fury that had clouded them before. Even from where she was, Mahiri could already see the difference. All it took was having a sweaty monster of a stud going balls deep to change the raptor's whole demeanour. She could see his lips trembling, trying to form words within the confines of that muzzle, but he couldn't get out anything coherent. A faint rumbling, a bit of a growl, but it was soon something much less imposing. It was probably a good thing that muzzle was there - if not, his whimpers wouldn't have been so muffled. And that would have been embarrassing.

"Nnf nnf nnf - rrrrrh. Yeahhhhh, that's it ..." Those percussive grunts took over the goat's speech before he steadied himself, leaning up close to deliver his words decisively. "I prefer pussy but you've got a nice tight ass, dino bitch. Good enough for one last fuck before I make you my breeding slut."

It wasn't quite a reacharound he gave Viktor, clamping one hand on a muscular thigh while he stroked his thumb against that shrunken cock like he was playing with a clit. He brought a heavy snort from the raptor's nostrils while he toyed with that shrunken dick. It looked so cute between those thick goat fingers. It wasn't much bigger than them, either. Still, he was dripping thoroughly, showing at least some impressive gobs of precum, letting them stretch out in thick strands that snapped off and fell to the ground. In that position, he couldn't protect himself, couldn't even squirm right, unable to keep Krampus from groping him all over while he fucked the raptor's ass. A slap of fat goat nuts to the dino's own sack went along with a wetter and wetter schlick of dick plunging inside of him. He was even less precise with Viktor than he was with Mahiri's cunt, pounding that ass like a piston, sounding more and more like a steam-powered train as he puffed and grunted against the raptor's throat, biting, licking, and giving the occasional satisfied chuckle when he felt those trembling convulsions passing through the dinosaur's body. Even if he couldn't open his mouth to say it, he was already communicating well enough how good that juicy dick felt inside him. Taking him, controlling him, using him - those desires were always buried within him, too embarrassing to ever admit. Mahiri wished he would have just told her, but finding out like this was even better.

She couldn't have seen a better show in any theatre than the big goat absolutely savaging the horny raptor with great, lunging thrusts. Krampus used every inch of his dick, including all the size he stole to rut the raptor's rump numb, shifting his grip from Viktor's hips and up to his chest. A deep grope there secured him in place, massaging like he was playing with a pair of tits that didn't exist. Not yet. He flopped that tongue over Viktor's head and drooled on him, marking him just a little more, his wet, hot breath flooding down over the raptor's face while he fucked him to a peak. Those ropes held tight, despite the brutality of that utter reaming, that growling, bestial bitch-breaking that had the tiny remnant of a once-impressive raptor cock spurting pre right out in front of him. He was getting closer. His every muscle was tense, his toes were splaying, his eyes were rolling back as a silly little smirk spread across his muzzled mouth. If Viktor couldn't roar in shattered bliss, reduced to simple shivering and closing his eyes, Krampus was just going to have to do it for him.

A thunderous bellow burst from the goat's open jaws. It felt as if it could have cracked the heavens, or at least the ceiling, and the whole cabin shook as he announced his triumph out to the empty snowdrifts beyond the walls. A good lunge, a solid THUD of his balls hitting Viktor's, and he was buried deep, making the raptor's belly bulge with the outline of a big demon dick shoved all the way inside him. He squirted first. It wasn't much, but he was still cumming, shooting a few tiny ropes of cum onto the floor from his shrunken cock, milked out hands-free by Krampus' fat cock. They were hardly more than precum. Then it was the goat's turn, and he blew hard. A massive gush of demon seed pumped thick and hot into the raptor's backside, filling his belly, stretching him, bloating him once it all accumulated. That big demon fucked him a few more times, squelching in the sloppy mess he'd made of that scaly backside, splashing it up to the underside of Viktor's tail, pouring the rest down to the floor like he'd overturned a bucket. It was all enough to leave him soaked, stuffed, and shaking all over. His tiny cock never softened, twitching again when the goat leaned in to roughly kiss him on the cheek and speak in a snarled yet affectionate tone.

"Look at that cute little squirt. That's gonna be your last one, slutraptor. But you're not gonna care. Just wait until you feel me deep in your pussy - you're never gonna wanna go back."

He was groping Viktor the whole time, reaching between the raptor's legs while still balls-deep inside him. A flick against that cock made the dino flinch, after a few squeezes that three-inch prick was getting even smaller. It was barely bigger than an engorged clit after a few gropes from the goat, and that slit was only getting wetter to compensate. The change was an easy one. There was no discomfort, no visible distress. A little demon magic, or whatever it was, and the raptor's balls had vanished too, shrinking out of sight and leaving Viktor instead with a smooth, soaking pussy where he'd once had a hefty masculine set. Krampus was confident enough in his changes that he even worked to remove that muzzle, leaving the raptor to gasp out and swiftly start moaning. His voice didn't sound nearly as male as Mahiri was used to, the groans spilling from him unlike anything he'd ever made when he was with her. Krampus grinned at the cat.

"You ever hear him going on like that? You've got a good pussy, but I think he needed something more. Someone stronger. Someone who knows what's best for him. Just listen."

Viktor wasn't even bothering with words, despite being free to speak all he liked. He was making sounds instead. They were wild, depraved things. Gasps, growls, and silly little gasps. Everything sounded so much more feminine that before. There were still hints of his deep, sexy voice, but pitched up, not quite right. Plus, even in his biggest climaxes, Mahiri was pretty sure he'd never whimpered like that. It sounded ... bitchy, for lack of a better word. A need finally fulfilled, one he was afraid to confess, maybe worried what she'd think of him to know he'd been dreaming of such similar things to those she openly spoke of. Of course she wasn't judging. She'd felt how good that goat dick felt. She was just happy her boyfriend could explore those pleasures he'd always wanted to experience. And they were going to get even better.

Ever since first laying eyes on that long, strangely flexible tongue, way back when they met in his shop, Mahiri had wondered what it could really do. Sure, she'd had a few samples in the form of his slurping her, but that was nothing more than an appetizer. Krampus took Viktor by the thighs and lowered himself down, pushing his face right between the raptor's legs to blow some steaming breath over a fresh new pussy. Maybe it was time to start calling the raptor a raptoress, maybe not. He wasn't thinking about that much, instead sent straight to rapture by the flopping slurp up and down those tender folds. The goat slathered up and down sloppily enough to fling spit as far as the raptor's chest, while cum dripped from beneath the suspended dino tail, pooling on the floor.

"Uhn ... nnnff ... it's ..." were the first words Viktor managed, such as they were.

"Shuddup and let me show you what it's like to get your pussy ate," Krampus teased, speaking right into that soaking cunt, digging his tongue deep inside to silence any further words from the raptor.

Then came the screams. That burrowing, writhing, slipping and sliding slurper digging deep into his insides, touching him in ways he'd never before experienced, or even imagined, brought to . And that tongue just kept going. It curled, bunched up, twisted and flexed, all making sure he could taste and explore every single detail of those newly-made depths. Viktor could only clench his teeth and start chittering, trying to suppress some of the noise and keep from screeching again. It was unbecoming of a raptor, especially who'd spent so much time cultivating an image of suave, seductive dominance. He was someone who could take charge, who knew all about pleasuring someone more submissive. And there he was, a slave to the pleasure of a demon's tongue, letting the lashing slurps plunging in and out bring him to a state of bliss beyond anything Mahiri had ever provided him. She wasn't even offended to see him going off like that. They'd discovered new pleasures to explore, together, and she was happy to stew in the goat's musk, still covered in his cum while she watched Krampus eat her boyfriend out to the point of squirting.

Viktor felt those teeth nibbling on his clit between slurps, and that was what truly sent him over. The dull touch of those teeth, along with the muscular tongue wiggling inside of him, all paired with the demon's hot breath warming the inside of his thighs, and the raptor was cumming. It felt like being possessed, those inner muscles twitching and convulsing in ways he never could have imagined. So that was what a vaginal orgasm was like. He'd given plenty of them, but nothing could have prepared him for the toe-twitching, chest-tightening, mouth-watering ecstasy that came over her. The goat was blowing his mind with that tongue, whipping it over every single tender spot, seeming to know all the little pleasure buttons to press deeply, thickly, wetly, until finally the feminized raptor was erupting in his face. It was more of a mess than Viktor had ever made with his cock, legs shaking while he gave a squirting gush right in the goat's face, leaving Krampus to bathe in the glaze of juices that marked his success, gleefully licking his chops.

He left the raptor a drooling mess, that pussy glistening with the fluids running down from those puffy lips. Viktor's tongue was hanging from his jaws, and his eyes were all out of focus as his body gradually changed with each passing moment. It was subtle, but he could feel it. A little more feminine, a little more ample in all the places Krampus liked. Thighs, ass, hips, and soon his chest as well. It wasn't rapid, but he was turning into the perfect breeding slut for the horny demon, and doing it all under the watchful gaze of those dark letterbox eyes, feeling that pure desire washing over his scales as hotly as that wicked tongue. To be an object of desire, to shift and change to confirm to the big goat's wants, to be claimed and possessed by someone bigger, hotter, and hornier than Viktor could ever hope to have been - that was everything he needed.

"You're gonna make a fine pair of goatsluts, you two," Krampus teased. He reached down and took Mahiri by the wrist, pulling her under his arm while he put Viktor under the other, smothering the raptor's nose right into his sweaty pit. "No doubts in my mind now. I'm gonna keep you. For good. What do you say? You wanna be my eager little pets? I'll take good care of you. Promise."

The way he asked it, it almost sounded like they genuinely had a choice. They were already basking in his scent, breathing it from beneath his arm. Viktor went so far as to start licking away his sweat, only to find it a futile process. It just kept coming, but he didn't mind, indulging himself in that richly masculine scent that had completely overwritten his own while his body grew more feminine the longer he dwelt in the demon's presence. They moaned and fussed in response, though it wasn't exactly an answer. A little squeeze to each of them snapped them out of that desperately needy, squirmy state. They could feel his thick muscles flexing against them. He could have crushed them in his embrace if he was so inclined, but it was just a big rough hug for the moment. Mahiri managed to stammer out first.

"Y-yes, Krampus. I'm all yours. You can have me."

He gave her a goatish grin. "Heheh. Good girl. And you, rappy?"

The only thing that kept Viktor hesitant was catching his own breath.

"Yes. I - want you to keep me. I really do. I think I always needed exactly this ..."

"Of course you did. It was pretty fuckin' obvious, really. We'll get you shaped up just right for me in time. What do you think of 'Viktoria'? Doesn't have to be. It's the new you, after all."

Just hearing that name spoken out loud made the raptor shudder. But it was the good sort of shudder, one that overtook his changing body, sending a tingle of pleasure right up his spine until it was dancing over his scalp. He nodded as best he could, still suspended, still helpless, but no longer caring. It felt as natural as anything to stay in that position, to be fully exposed to the lewd goat, and he didn't even think about complaining. Anything Krampus wanted, was his to take. From the both of them. They hardly considered themselves slaves. Just another part of his harem, dragged off to his lair, hidden somewhere in a a snowy wasteland - or perhaps existing in another reality altogether. All they knew was they were never going back to their old lives again. Not when they'd found a new purpose, a new reason to exist, their minds far too broken by pleasure and the want for more to consider the weight of such a change. All they cared about was feeling good, and that goat knew all about making sure they did.

Life around his den was cozy, despite the ever-falling snow outside. As far as they could tell, there was nothing outside. The snow was ever present, creation the illusion of complete isolation, as if their new dwelling was situated at the very end of the world. But they could hardly complain when that expansive lodge kept the cold away. Its halls seemed to go on almost forever, allowing them to discover new secrets, new delights whenever they found the time to explore. They were free to relax, to enjoy the many amenities, to indulge with one another, and to treat themselves to the generously-provided foods and drinks. It all just seemed to appear when they weren't looking, even to multiply, like a miracle. They met plenty of other pets, communing in the halls of his luxuriant lair. It was like Christmas every day, complete with feasts and drinks, a perpetual celebration of excess and sin with none of the consequences. They were at each other's side the whole time, too. If anything, they were closer than ever, broken and claimed by their horned master, together. They communed with the other pets and captives, some of them beyond broken, others still confused or frightened, but finding their place, and in the evenings they retired to their own personal chambers to relax in comfort and peace.

Viktor had by then became Viktoria in introductions, as his body fully shifted into something much more feminine over the weeks to follow. She had a pair of tits almost as ample as Mahiri's, but the cats were growing bigger too. A nice thick tail complimented that juicy ass, and she even replaced her red feathers with a long, silky head of hair much like the leopard's own. Together they were soft and busty beauties, their minds grown slightly duller by their new, simple life, but they were all the happier for it. There wasn't much to think about when they had so much to feel. They rubbed their thickly curved bodies together by the fire when Krampus wasn't around, but he visited every night to break them harder, to send them further down the spiral of absolute adoration for his perfect demon body, leaving them drooling, worshipping, and generally doing their best to treat him like a god.

When the weather cleared and the ice began to crack, Krampus changed too. He took on a more vibrant appearance, his darker fur lightened to chestnut brown, his eyes brighter and hinting less at his inner wickedness. And where he had always been a supremely masculine specimen from the start, he'd grown even more manly with the coming Spring. His muscles got denser, the tufts of dark fur grew thicker, his scent got richer, and his balls got even bigger. They were the size of his clenched fists, plump and round, bearing a male scent that got them both clenching and soaking for him when he was so much as near. He was the picture of virility with the dawning of the new season, going by a new name which better fit his new form. They called him Adonis as they knelt before him, licking and sucking on his fat nuts, drinking the sweat right off them in deep swallows, purring or raptor-rumbling in utter adoration, thankful for every moment he let them put their tongues on him.

They were drooling little goatwhores, tendering to every crevice in his muscles, every tuft of musk-accumulating fur while he reclined, his arms spread wide to soak in all the eager attention. He didn't even have to guide them. They did all the work for him, slurping their way up under his arms, huffing his musk until they almost fainted. Viktoria didn't need to look to Mahiri to know what to do anymore, either. Maybe at first she had, but she'd grown comfortable with her new body, especially once she'd let the goat use her over and over. They both wore cute jingling collars, the ringing bells fitting better with the previous season, but it didn't matter. That steady ringing partly drowned out the sound of their tongues glossing over his richly sweaty body, delving down to sniff his crotch tuft and then work their way along his cock. Mahiri reached to hungrily draw back his thick foreskin, sniffing right beneath it, sucking down the pure flavour of his cock, and he slipped a digit beneath each of their tails as they worshipped their way into a double-sided titjob, mashing their perked nipples together while they slathered his dick in adoration as they bobbed up and down.

It was only with that digit plunged deep into her pussy that Viktoria felt something new coming over her. She'd already gone through so many changes in such a short time, rolling with each one as if they were no big deal, but this was something more than that. It wasn't that her body was transforming, so much as it was simply reacting. It was more than arousal, more than clenching, oozing need. She gasped and froze up in the middle of giving Adonis a nice wet titfuck to stare out in shock as she felt something trembling inside of her, something blazing and close to erupting as her contractions of lust shot straight up her spine. She suddenly could hardly even bear to breathe, clenching her jaw and tilting her head back in a whining huff as something far beyond lust came over her like a rushing tide. She was suddenly hotter than she'd ever been in her life, sweating, shaking, panting, even drooling. Her pussy clamped down on the goat's thick finger, and she felt herself pouring out her juices without actually climaxing. She felt so empty even with his finger inside of her, longing for something, feeling a sensation like starvation. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, and she could only open her eyes and look to the leopardess as it seized control of her.

Mahiri just smiled back, swishing her tail, riding Adonis' digit slickly.

"You too?" she rumbled.

"What ... is happening?" Viktoria panted. "I feel like I could go feral ..."

The leopardess never stopped sliding her tits up and down the goat's shaft the whole time, sucking on the tip for a moment before coming back up with a wet pop. Her tits were starting to leak milk as she squished them around the demon's cock, and Viktoria's were too in time, adding to the smearing mess glazing down that plump goat dick.

"We're going into heat. Take a nice deep sniff ... "

The raptor did, pressing her nostrils close to the head of the demon's dick to suck down all those pheromones, and that feeling was only blazing hotter. She was ready to scream for it. She'd never begged their master for anything before, but the feeling was going past want, or need. It was enough to drive her mad. She looked to Mahiri again, whimpering slightly, then up to Adonis himself. The goat was beaming at them the whole time.

"Oh, yeah. I can see it in your eyes. Feel it in the way you're squeezin' on me. You're both getting nice and ripe for me, aren't you? It's bitch-breeding season, you know. What better way to celebrate than knocking up two of my favourite pets?"

Viktoria felt her heart pumping harder. For all she'd been fucked, for all the cumshots she'd taken deep inside her womb, she had never thought about it much. Her body was different now. There was no reason she couldn't be impregnated by her master. She couldn't control herself anymore. The image of the stoic, composed raptor was long gone after months of sucking goat cock. She was a depraved, drooling, desperate raptoress in heat, her senses flooding with primal need beyond all reason. Mahiri was almost startled by the change that came over her boyfriend-turned-goatslut. Viktoria was shuddering, swinging her tail like a whip, dropping low to the ground with her back in an arch and her rear raised up in the air, like she was ready to pounce. Adonis took it all in stride, simply reaching down to run his fingers through the raptoress' dark red hair.

"Looks like someone wants to go first. What do you think, dinoslut? Picture yourself all swollen up with little imps. Half demon, half raptor. Think about letting my seed take inside you and make something new."

He stroked along Viktoria's spine, slowly, working his claws along her scales with a pleasant scritch. That and the feline's rumbles were the only sound for a while. Adonis lazed back, more passive than the situation seemed to call for. He let the raptor tremble for a while. Viktoria couldn't even find the words to reply. She was shivering all over, wracked with a sensation unlike anything she'd ever felt, unlike anything she ever imagined. Her body was capable of so many things she didn't truly understand until then. The moment seemed to go on for ages, even if it was a mere few seconds. Then the goat lunged forward, taking Viktoria by the shoulders, his biceps flexing as he overpowered the raptoress like she was a mere toy, a doll for his pleasure. His voice was a chilling snarl. Mahiri could feel it in her stomach.

"Get those legs up for me, goatwhore. I'm gonna put a fuckin' army in your womb."

Even transformed from an imposing stud into a busty slut, Viktoria had still retained plenty of her mass. She had a tall, athletic figure that was absolutely helpless to resist the sheer power of Adonis. He forced her onto her back and pinned her down, seizing her by the thighs. A tight grip dug his fingers deep into the muscle and curvature there, while he hoisted those pretty feet right into the air, harshly bending her into an overpowering mating press. Viktoria's curved red claws swing through the air, her knees resting on the goat's shoulders as he roughly bent her in half. He didn't have time for teasing. Neither did she. He milked some scary sounds out of the dinosaur as he shoved his dick in her fertile cunt, sliding slickly along on all those oozing juices. A slap of his sweaty balls sent beads of musky perspiration flinging off towards the feline as she sat back and dug her digits inside herself, rowling at the sight of that sweet raptoress getting her pussy slammed full of demon cock, watching those massive nuts slapping up and down with the steady drumbeat of the springtime. Every stroke got the raptor a little wetter.

"F-fuck me! Unngh, god, fucking just ... breed me... make me yours..." came those shaky whimpers, the raptor's words made extra hard to understand while she got her body slammed back and forth by huge, lunging thrusts.

"Fuck yeah, girl. Already thinking about squeezing your tits while you fatten up with my spawn. Can feel you fuckin' clenching up so hard ... like you never wanted anything more in your life."

"Unnnh ..."

She couldn't even begin to verbally duel with him. There were only the steady whimpers and churrs. Now and then she sounded like she was going to burst into tears, her screaming growing so intense it was like she was trying to take the roof off the place. The walls shook as the goat thundered down on her, rutting her, ramming her, plapping those grapefruit nuts against her sleek ass so hard it ought to have been hurting them both, but they didn't care. She only got tighter around him, squirting out a mess before she was even cumming for him. Those contractions grew more intense, tight enough to crush a lesser male's cock. But Adonis was more than worthy of breeding that perfect raptor pussy, shoving his shaft all the way in, letting his balls twitch against her backside, his taint flex, his tail twitch and lash a few times. Then there came that distinct bellow. They'd heard it a few hundred times by then, but it always warmed them, always assured them that no matter how many times he fucked them, it still felt good to cum inside them. Every single time.

Such a sound was nearly drowned out by the raptor's screeching. She was starting to sound more like a frightened bird than a mighty dinosaur, taking that fat load inside, letting it all pour out and stuff her womb to bloating. Adonis was even more productive than he had been in the winter. Those balls were fatter, his cum was thicker, and it was quickly expanding the dino's belly as her womb stretched out with the heated load. All it would have taken was a drop. She was bred a hundred times over, and her ballooning middle served as suitable foreshadowing of her pregnant future. She swelled up to a rounded, sloshing state before she started overflowing, her tits leaking milk from the sheer pressure, and from the warm, infinitely satisfying feeling of getting knocked up by her demonic master. She was still erupting, locked in a paralyzing state of pleasure, gushing for the goat, spraying his taut middle with the juices pouring out of her. It all came to a peak when he pulled back even slightly, letting all the pressure out, splashing, flowing like a river over the floor beneath the two of them.

A slick pop and he took his dick in his hand, hosing down the raptor's pregnant-looking belly and her plumped, leaking tits alike. Some long, thick ropes of demon cum reminded her who she belonged to, giving her a fresh dose of the musk that pervaded her being at every moment. She lived for that scent, for that taste, her jaws falling open to accept the splash of cream he offered her. From there she was a sprawled out angel in all that cum, her hair soaking in the puddle, her gut wobbling and loudly sloshing, especially when he groped it a couple times. The weight sent some of it spraying back out of her sex, soaking the inside of her thighs and her tail. A few pats, and he gave an approving nod, his expression one of lecherous delight.

"That's my girl. You've been a good fuckin' pet. Didn't even take you long to accept your new life. I knew you always wanted something like this. Needed someone like me. All it took was the right goat."

"Nnnh ... mmhmm ..." came her groaned agreement, and then she giggled.

Even for all roughness, he had his moments of affection with his pets. A deep kiss on the raptor's lips sealed the deal. She was his. Broken, marked, impregnated. And still ready for more, the moment he commanded it. She hardly even knew who 'Viktor' was anymore. That was someone else. Not someone she needed to worry about anymore. It all led her to this moment, and she was content to sprawl out, almost purring as she rumbled in ecstasy, pussy still giving the occasional clench, even a few more idle squirts. Some of the cum was still pouring out of her, sprayed forth when she shifted in the slightest, but for the most part she didn't move. She let her arms and legs form an X as she groaned and closed her eyes, her tail swishing through the puddle that had become a pool, spreading it around the room, fanning the steaming musk of all that male potency into Mahiri's senses. She had almost brought herself to climax just at the sight of the goat claiming her former lover - but she halted in the middle of fingering herself as soon as he snapped his attention onto her.

Sometimes there was still a flash of something in his eyes that invoked something other than arousal deep inside her. There were those little pangs of fear she got when she got a glimpse of fire in his gaze. The hells burned within him. He was something more than he appeared, and his appearance alone was enough to inspire complete submission, adoration, devotion to a beast she didn't fully understand. She didn't need to. All she needed to do was watch the slick drag of his tongue across his fangs to know how much she wanted him. Her body was trembling for his touch, her mouth wet at the thought of tasting him again, her pussy soaking until her thighs were entirely drenched. When he leaned close, she was quivering. No matter how many months it had been, his presence always filled her with a sense of soothing warmth. If she didn't know he was hellspawn, she might have thought he was a god.

"How about you, kitty? You want a nice fat tum too? Curves like those, you're meant to be a breeder. I bet you're so fuckin' fertile all I need to do is spill a drop inside you..."

He ran a single finger along the length of his cum-coated dick, getting it soaked. Waving that digit around left a strand of demon seed stretching down, swinging back and forth while he twirled it towards Mahiri's pussy. Just before he could push it inside, he instead reversed direction and shoved it in her mouth, hooking her cheek while she suckled that little sample like she was blowing him. Her eyes closed as she fell into a state of complete focus, just to have a part of him, any part of him in her mouth. He let her suckle for a while, before pulling his finger out and replacing it with his tongue, unfurling it until he could penetrate her throat. She didn't flinch or gag, simply continuing her suckling, meeting his lips with her own as he drew near, swallowed the taste of his warm breath, basking in the natural heat of his body. He was like a furnace, projecting that hot musk into her mind itself, erasing what little semblance of her that remained, at least temporarily. She was his plaything to use and keep, nothing more.

Adonis never bothered to take his tongue out of her mouth, letting it press from cheek to cheek, bulging them as he turned the cat around to mount her. A tug on her tail got a muffled yowl out of her, and she flattened her ears, slowly grinding her hips back and forth as if giving him a dreamy lapdance. She was barely there, drifting on sensation, alive and charged with energy as surely as she was halfway to passing out from the potency of his presence alone. Her moans were as elegant as they were silenced by that thick tongue in her throat while he groped her up and down, pressing in on her hips, her ass, taking a deep, hard squish of her tits until she was pouring kitty milk between his fingers. He kept her slobbering on his slurper until the very moment he penetrated her, lifting her up by those broad hips, made wider over the months, and plunging her down on his nuts all in a single stroke. That was when he freed her mouth, letting her snarling yowl turn into a girly scream, her jaws stretching open just to let all that piercing sound out at once.

Then there came that pounding beat, the demon playing her like a drum while he all but crushed her tits in his grip. A deep grip kept her making all those noises, making her own ears ring while she wailed and caterwauled her pleasure, getting stuffed to bulging with goat dick. She wasn't in control of her body. He kept his grip tight, and running his tongue up along the side of her throat before firmly wrapping around it, showing off that unnatural flexibility. It was as good as a scarf - or maybe more a collar around her neck, tugging back on her to choke her just a little. A stifled gasp escaped her lips, and she reached up to reflexively clasp at that constricting appendage, only to lower her hands once more. A little less air only made things feel better.

His hands were big enough to grasp her by the hips and meet in the middle, fingers touching just above her pussy while he jammed her full. A nice outline of goat dick swelled and reduced while he pulled her up and down, using her like a sleeve, every thick THUD of her booty coming down on his balls sending a shake through her whole body, from ass to thighs to tits. She closed her eyes and let him choke her a little, squeezing his tongue like a lubricated snake around his throat, keeping her chest tight while he fucked her like a beast. The cum coating his cock was probably enough that he'd knocked her up as soon as he'd penetrated her, and she could feel some sort of warmth brimming inside her body, like a tingling in her womb. Somehow her body just knew, and yet, she still craved more. She wanted to cum for him just to show him what a good breeding kitty she could be, wanted to feel him explode within her, claiming her from clit to womb, and flood her with that perfect creamy heat until she was too swollen to move.

When he retracted his tongue he replaced it with his teeth, locking around the loose scruff on the back of her neck, digging in just a little. It hurt but in the good way, sending waves of submission through her, making her fall into his embrace. He hugged around her chest, cupping her breasts, letting them bob up and down while he rutted her, plapping, spanking, even bruising her with the steady beat of his nuts against her butt. She didn't know what to do with her hands anymore, flailing them about a while before just grasping her skull as if she were losing her mind. Maybe she was, getting driven by goat dick, used and bred by the perfect breeder stud, demolished by the goat demon and made his. For good. It all came to a rippling roar that lasted all of one second, fading in the middle into a shuddering, whimpering, yowling cry that went along with her pussy clenching, contracting, and utterly erupting in a misty jet of liquid feline lust to announce her impregnation with the same fanfare as a fireworks display.

As she gushed, so did he, giving a sharp grunt, straightening his spine, then snorting in her ear. She felt the steam washing over her, blazing along her cheek as his teeth dug into her flesh, for just a moment. That little nip only made the contrasting pleasure all the more brain-breaking, leaving her steeping in a climax that felt as if it lasted for the entire breeding season, her body trembling in ways that were a little frightening. She wasn't simply being bred, but transformed, claimed and shaped in that moment of shared ecstasy into the perfect breeder queen. His cum filled her to brimming in mere seconds, leaving her to stretch, to swell, to round and jostle with the encumbering weight of his rich and evil seed claiming her womb. She sloshed and shook as she closed her eyes, whining her way through her peak, hardly sounding like a big cat anymore. She was his little breeding kitten, broken and mewling for him, lips trembling, tears streaming down to join with the drool running down her chin while his own dripped down her lightly bleeding neck.

She felt as if she were falling, even when he was simply setting her down. When he pulled from her pussy she was a fountain, head down and ass up, hosing down her surroundings with the cum she couldn't hold inside her. That enraptured feeling of a heat fulfilled became a cloak over her senses, clouding out everything else but for the scent of goat musk. She was awash in his sweat, in his mark, and only drenched deeper when he took his soaking cock and wiped it off in her pretty hair. Those locks were strewn and splayed while she drooled on the floor, letting the overflowing cream run all the way to her outstretched tongue while she panted like a dog. There was no saving her feline dignity anymore. She belonged to the goat.

"Oh, you two are good. Best I've had in a few seasons. C'mere. Lemme get a proper look at you."

Adonis' voice rumbled with pride as he scooped up his two well-bred playthings, pulling them into a shared embrace, their muzzles dipped under his arms. All they could do was huff his sweaty scent, bathing in it, letting it erode their remaining thoughts. They licked and then moaned, sharing in a purr-like rumble as they vibrated against him. He stroked their bellies, softly squeezed their tits, but mostly he basked in their adoration while they worshipped their master, their hands weakly running up and down his chest. Their murmurs were incoherent, depraved, gasping out like they were still being fucked while he massaged their swollen bodies. His seed was planted, and in the months to come, they were going to swell up nicely with his demonic hybrids, serving to bolster his cause. Whatever it was. They didn't care beyond devoting themselves to him for as long as he would keep them.

Before they could pass out, he startled them with a sharp whistle.

"Hey doe-eyes. Swing that pretty ass in here and say hi to your old friends."

The door opened immediately, a jingle announcing the presence of another. Mahiri's vision was blurred, but she vaguely recognized the colours of the other figure, making her squint her eyes until it clicked. That pastel blue buck had undergone a lovely transformation of her own, from feminine male to busty, swollen, heavily pregnant doe. Cherno looked ravishing as a member of the harem, and she trotted along eagerly once called, not even needing a verbal command to know exactly what to do. Adonis' dick was still an utter mess, and she dropped down slowly on her knees to slip it into her mouth without comment, sucking every single drop of cum from that thick goat cock, bobbing back and forth, giving a cute doe-eyed look of adoration up to her goat master as she throated the entire thing, mashing her nose to his rough crotch tuft, and huffing in all that demonic musk.

"Get in there. Enjoy your little reunion, kitty. Won't be long before I got more familiar faces sucking on my dick. Already got my eyes on that sister of yours. Your feisty mom, too."

The leopardess hardly even thought about the implications of that. She was riding that high, that musk-drunk state of intoxication. Slipping down alongside Viktoria, she snuggled into the deer and purred, wordlessly greeting her, pressing her cum-filled belly against Cherno's pregnant tummy. Together with her former boyfriend, and with a good friend, they took turns cleaning their master's cock, licking the juices of breeding from it, sucking on the tip, slurping his nuts and taint. Every single inch of him got kissed, worshipped, and dutifully attended to, with plenty of smooching in between. They made out, swishing fluids back and forth, swallowing them down, squeezing each other's softened, fattened, slut-ified bodies as they moaned their ecstasy and delight.

"He's so good to us ..." Mahiri drunkenly murmured.

"I needed him ... " Viktoria confessed.

"I love him ..." came Cherno's soft-spoken declaration. It provoked a raspy chuckle from the demon.

"Heheheh - love ya too, goatsluts. You don't gotta worry about a thing now. I'm gonna take good care of you. You're allll mine. Right through the summer. It's a great fuckin' time. And when the harvest hits ... yeahhhh, don't worry about it. I like you three. Just think about how good it all feels. That's all you need to care about"

They didn't know what exactly he meant by that, but they trusted him. If he said not to worry, they wouldn't. They'd found a singular purpose, a devotion, and they were eternally bound and broken to the goat, giving their bodies and their lives to him, no matter what he desired of them. Evil never felt so good, and they were bright-eyed, eager little goatsluts, one step from mindless as they took turns sucking on his cock while he beamed down his goatish approval, all three of them content to spend the entire night swallowing his cum as if it was all they'd ever need to sustain themselves. He was everything they'd ever wanted. And he knew it.