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As the village alchemist, Oro didn't exactly specialize in scrolls, but he couldn't resist. All signs pointed to it being a bad idea. That shady peddler wouldn't even show his face, rasping his forbidden offers through a blank mask. He could have been anything under there, rattling his words, rustling through wares scavenged from the cursed ruins just across the border. The magic had weakened in the crumbled city, but there was still enough to keep most people away. Only the boldest ventured into those darkened streets in search of precious artifacts or other magical items that they could sell - or use. But such adventurers and treasure hunters rarely returned as they did before, if they survived the journey at all.

The deal wasn't the most legal thing he'd ever done. He made sure to conceal the paper beneath his robe as he made his way back to his workshop. It looked like nothing more than a piece of parchment, but with it pressed against his chest like that he could feel it thrumming with unusual energy. It tickled a little. According to the salesman, it would bring him great power, and help to eliminate all the distractions to his work, even keep him from needing sleep. That sounded like an indispensable ability when it came to finishing his research quickly. There was probably untold danger with reading those forsaken words, but he couldn't help but get the sense that the artifact was somehow playful, even innocent. Maybe it contained the secrets to summoning a mischievous fairy, or at worst a trickster. If so, he'd practically stolen it for how little he'd paid.

The shiba threw his hood back when he closed the door behind him. A curious silence fell over his shop. He felt as if the village itself had melted away around him, devoid of life as if it was the dead of night. It probably shouldn't have seemed unusual. Living in the middle of nowhere like that, he was used to absolutely nothing of any particular note happening at any given moment. It was safe, certainly, but boredom sometimes drove him to recklessness. Such as, for example, deciding to buy a possibly dangerous scroll from a peddler who almost definitely couldn't be trusted without really caring about the possible consequences of reading it out loud once it was properly translated. Maybe it'd summon some ancient god to consume the world. He was starting to think he'd welcome such a catastrophe if it meant a break from the monotony.

"Okay ... let's see what we have here ..."

The parchment tingled under his fingers as he laid it out on his desk. He thought he saw a spark jump off it, but he wasn't sure. The language was completely foreign to him at a glance, but he suspected there was more to it than there appeared. A curious impulse struck him and he laid his fingers upon the faded ink, pressing closed to feel across the texture of the ancient parchment. Something went shooting up his arm at the touch. It was like a flash of energy, as if he'd been suddenly struck by a miniature lightning bolt right on the very tip of his fingers. He stepped back, his whole arm shaking. It felt like his hair was standing on end. A quick swish of his tail and he took another look at the scroll. The text had turned from a faded black to something more like a bright, blazing red. He couldn't help but think it looked like blood.

The urges were still overwhelming, driving him to continue touching, to run his fingers over every single forbidden letter in turn. The sensation surged through his entire body, lighting him up, filling him with a strange pleasure unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It felt deep, dark, sinful. There was something wrong with touching the scroll like that, and that was why it felt so good. He was even finding it a little arousing. That was something he couldn't explain, but he couldn't deny the twitching beneath his robe. There was weight there that he hadn't felt before, hanging down thick and generous in size. He was thickening with every word he read, and not just from arousal. That vile script brought him some extra girth to go with it, transforming his body with every syllable, granting him some form of magical gift. He didn't pay it too much mind. His focus was on that text itself. The more he touched it, the more it flowed through him, until he could feel his mind opening and expanding, gazing out towards a once-unfathomable abyss that he was only then starting to truly understand. The words came from his mouth as if by their own will, stealing his voice to bring that unholy speech into the world.

It warmed his throat with every blackened syllable. He felt like he was breathing fire, scorching the air with the forgotten secrets of the fallen city. It hardly sounded like a language so much as just some sort of feral or perhaps demonic shrieking and growling. From high-pitched screeches to low, guttural rumbles, Oro found his voice abused by the scroll as it channelled its message through him. He was pretty sure he couldn't stop speaking even if he tried. It was like he was being possessed by some ancient evil. Or he assumed it was evil anyway. He doubted something that felt that good could have been pure. His body slipped into a state of complete lust just by speaking those terrible blasphemies, leaving him throbbing, even rolling his hips back and forth as if he were already fucking an unseen partner. His ears were perked, his toes were curled, and the mere act of running his free hand up and down his own body left his breathy shaky from the pleasure.

He was ready to toss his robes aside and take care of that thumping need when he came to the end of the text, but he was instead forced to confront the very real, dawning realization that he wasn't alone anymore. A shadow had fallen over him. The being's mere presence was potent enough to send him into fearful paralysis. Or maybe they had some sort of power over him, keeping him from moving a single muscle but for the occasional quiver that ran down his rigid spine. They weren't obviously weren't natural. Nothing with such an overpowering aura could have been just a person. He heard footsteps approaching, bringing the sound of some ungodly snickering closer and closer. It sounded like a thousand different voices were laughing all at once. Every moment he spent listening to that cackling madness left feeling more unhinged, like he could just toss his head back and burst into hysterics at any moment. His willpower held out, but he wasn't sure for how much longer.

"Sooooo ... " came her voice. She drew that word out until he could feel it in his gut, as if echoing within his flesh. "The silly mortal summons me. Did he even mean to call my true name?"

She spoke with seductive succulence, as if licking each individual syllable. Without even looking at her he could tell she had a long, flexible, forked tongue. He'd never been in the presence of a demon before. That he knew of. She had to be one. Nothing else could have frozen him like that, all the while heating up the room simply by standing in there with him. He felt like he'd plunged straight to hell itself. Maybe he had for all he knew. Maybe if he stepped outside the door of his workshop, he'd find the peaceful village replaced by endless hellfire and tormented souls. He still couldn't move, even when she slipped up right behind him. All he could do was guess what she looked like, judging by her voice, and then, her touch.

"Ah, I didn't mean to ..." he blurted as she reached around to grasp his chest. He got a glimpse of her silver fur, adorned with sleek black stripes. "I just wanted to know what that scroll did."

"Mmm." She moaned into one of his perked ears, puffing hot air over the side of his face. Her breath smelled as sweet as candy. "So, you thought it was a good idea to dabble into things you didn't understand, just for the fun of it? Or were you hoping for power?"

He tried to respond, but he found himself silenced by a dripping wet black tongue slathering over the side of his throat. It curled around like a wriggling serpent, squeezing as if to strangle him, keeping his breath short for a few moments. Then she released him and licked him on the cheek, leaving him thoroughly basted in demonic saliva. The heat was growing overwhelming just to have her pressed up behind him, leaving him panting softly as he struggled to stay steady.

"I wasn't ... I wasn't really sure what I was hoping for. I just felt drawn to it."

"Good. That means it's working."

Her arms weren't especially muscular, but she was still supernaturally stronger than him. She locked him in a tight embrace around the chest, holding him until it felt like she might stop his heart from the pressure. He gritted his teeth and tried to squirm, but she still had that hold over him, that strange, incapacitating power that kept him from fleeing, fighting, or calling for help. The latter might have been the worst option. If any of the villagers saw him cavorting with a demon like her, the situation surely would have grown even worse. He felt her breasts squish against his shoulders. She was taller than him, thicker than him, generally big enough to pin him down if she wanted. And she wasn't lacking for desire, judging by the rigid cock pressing up against his lower back as she rubbed her whole body against his own. Her voice dropped lower, spoken like an orgasmic groan.

"Yessss ... so much to take. So soft. So innocent. So foolish. At least you're a cute one. What do you think, Oro?" He was pretty sure he'd never told her his name, but she knew it anyway. "Don't you get bored in this little village? All those puritans and superstitious types. There's no one around who knows how to fuck."

His robes kept him protected from her advances for as long as they lasted. He felt her claws digging into his chest, already piercing through the fabric, ready to tear him from his precious garments. She gripped tighter and tighter, nibbling him on the nape of the neck, biting his shoulder. Her teeth were sharp enough he felt as they could have cleaved right through bone with ease. If it wasn't for her fluffy fur, pressed against him from behind, he might have guessed she was a shark. He still had no idea what exactly he was dealing with - but that frequent snickering, that disarming, shuddering laughter that rattled from the depths of her throat at any given moment was a good hint. A big, horny hyena would have been intimidating at the best of times. She was even more dangerous if she was truly the hellspawn she seemed to be. Her treatment of his clothing made it seem more likely.

She didn't end up tearing his clothes off so much as she simply melted his robes into goo. That was the only way to describe the bizarre sight. A touch of the fabric, and it was wiggling, shimmering, then flowing down his body, splashing to the floor as if it had never been solid. It lost its colour and instead ended up in a puddle beneath him, steaming and then seemingly evaporated. That had been a valuable garment, but it was simply gone, at her command. That left him completely exposed to her, and it wasn't a moment that went by before she had her hands on his cock. Both hands, with one to stroke up and down his trembling shaft, and other to start toying with his balls. She was firm and insistent with her touches, jerking him back and forth, guiding him to start thrusting his hips into her grip.

"So much lust, all confined into a single doggy. I think I'll take it for my own. You've been waiting for this, haven't you? Dreaming of it. You've heard my name whispered in reverse, across a thousand nightmares."

She worked her tongue along his throat until she tipped his muzzle upwards with it. It slicked and wriggled as if it had a mind of its own, slurping him thoroughly, leaving him damp and marked by her thick spit. Then she was delving into his mouth, forcefully plunging past his lips, shoving straight down his throat, whether he was ready or not. He sucked on it with his eyes closed a while, sampling a taste much like the scent on her breath. It was sweeter than common confectionery. There was something intensely indulgent about it, something warm and succulent that kept him sucking, drinking down her drool as if it was the finest nectar in the world. She was moaning in his ear the whole time, clicking her deadly fangs, humping and grinding at his back until his bare fur had a wet mark of pre smeared from his back down to his backside. When she slipped her tongue back out he finally managed to speak, once he was done sputtering.

"M-maybe ... " He cursed himself for his stammering. It sounded so typical, so submissive. That was an easy state to slip into when her cock felt amazing against his fur. "I don't even know your name."

"Sure you do." She giggled. It might have been cute if it didn't sound so manic, so depraved. "You've already spoken it out loud. But don't say it again. Call me Shirazi, if you want."

"Okay. Shirazi. I don't ... I don't know what you want from me."

"I'll show you."

He had to yelp when she took him by the shoulders so tightly his fingers went numb. That was enough to make it clear in his mind there was no fighting her. There was such strength to her touches when she wanted to be forceful. Spinning him around left him dazed, disoriented, and staring directly into her eyes. They glowed brightly enough he had to squint just to see them, losing himself for a time in those pools of crimson. He thought he glimpsed something beneath the surface, something he couldn't fully comprehend ... but it was gone as soon as he saw it. Only after breaking from her mesmerizing, horrifying gaze did he actually get the chance to look her up and down. He saw her grin, her stripes, her naked body. The hyena was everything he'd imagined, to hear her voice. She was soft and curvaceous to the point it was excessive, but most of all, he was focused on her cock. He didn't even care if she saw him staring.

It only stood to reason that a demon would have an impressive dick. That glossy shaft looked like it'd been dipped in ink, for its smooth, shiny black surface. It drew the eye and kept him staring, observing with a certain reverence as it bulged with the sheer power of the throbs passing through it. Shirazi was engorged for him, dripping for him, putting out a juicy stream of pre right along with an ample helping of her fine scent. He found himself watering at the mouth, licking over his lips, afflicted by a great curiosity as to what she tasted like. He already had a good sample lingering in his senses, sniffed out of the air with his every shaky, nervous breath, but he wanted more. He wanted to go straight to the source. Only the working of her tongue over her lips and teeth, reapplying that shiny lipstick coating of thick saliva, could distract him from marvelling at that unholy spire.

"I want what you want, Oro," she breathed, her every word a hot gust of air in his face. "Go with your urges. Let your impulses guide you. They've got the right idea."

She soon was hefting up her gear, letting him get a good look at her plump balls, bouncing her cock up and down a few times. The strands of pre dripping from its glistening tip stretched and dangled, finally snapping off and hitting the floor. He had to wonder if that meant his shop was already marked. It was defiled with demon seed, even in precum form. From then to forever, it was claimed as a place of demonic depravity, never safe again. Such thoughts faded the longer he watched her playing with herself. Her scent was making him drool near as much as she was herself. Frightened though he was, some part of him wanted that taste on his tongue, his knees shaking at the thought of slathering her from balls to tip. It felt good just to stand in her presence, and to feel his lust welling up from looking at her, but on the other hand there was something unnatural about it, as if the thoughts were being forced into his head. He wasn't normally the sort to just drop down and suck a cock on sight, but every moment he spent near the demoness was poking and tugging at his mind, spreading just a little more corruption into his being. Try as he did to resist, to turn his head away and break from her spell, his knees were already giving out from under him until he was kneeling before her glory, unable to rise.

Soon he found himself failing in his struggle not to press his nose right between her striped thighs. Her cackling amusement was as demonic as ever, but he was pretty sure it meant she approved. He buried his nose in her sack, nuzzling warmly against her balls, letting them overwhelm his vision. It felt too good. He should have kept fighting, he knew. But she was putting so much want into his mind. Soon he was taking a long, deep sniff, inhaling until his chest felt tight, bringing all that demonic musk straight into his lungs and holding it there for a while. Then he took more, and more. He felt her claws raking over his scalp as she ran her fingers through his hair, petting him for the moment, tugging lightly. It was surprisingly gentle, but there was still something possessive about the way she played with his locks. She kept him in place without even needing to be forceful, until he was kissing her nuts, licking them, worshipping her like she were a goddess and not some sinister spawn from the depths. The rich taste upon his tongue with every sloppy stroke was its own reward, enticing him to further debase himself before her every time he slurped her balls, jiggling that juicy sack with the sheer vigour of his attentive worship.

"That's exactly what I want, Oro." The playful flirt had vanished from her voice, replaced by something more serious, something intense and resonating. She spoke with all the authority of a demon queen. "Give yourself to me. Let my taste break you. I'm not meant for mere mortals. But I will let you cherish me if you're worthy."

It was that one word that drove him to the fullest. He'd show her exactly who was worthy. An elegant flourish of his head went along with him tipping back to lick the underside of her cock. He flicked his tongue upwards and went smoothly gliding along her every detail, pressing inwards at those bulging, thickly engorged veins. There was such power in that demonic shaft. He could feel it pulsing in ways that were far from normal, rigid beyond all belief. Every slurp got its own response in the form of another imposing pulse, pumping out another stream of pre. By then, thick gobs were settling atop his head, dribbling into his hair, soaking him between the ears in the mark of the damned. She was claiming him, lick by lick, throb by throb, and all he could think about was the pride that came with knowing she was hard for him. To think someone like her would desire his mortal body was an otherworldly compliment like no other.

Of course, his work so far was only building up to the finale. He could impress her with all the fancy tongue work he liked, but he knew she was never going to be satisfied until he milked that needy cock. A few kisses near the tip, and he was finally there, kneeling before her, his lips pressed to that oozing head while it spurted pre into his mouth. The taste on his tongue had already been extraordinary. At the first drop entered him, he was awash with blazing, tingling pleasure. There was something so sinful about those juices, pumped fresh from the dick of a grinning demon. To have it in his mouth was ecstasy. And to swallow it down in a single damning gulp was to take her claim him for her own, to permanently mark and change him, to curse his insides with the twisted influence of hell itself. It felt as if he were swallowing bliss itself, tracing every inch that offering of fluid travelled down his throat, until it was warming him from within with its sinful essence, leaving him well aware of its presence while he savoured in her lust.

It had been a while for him, but he hadn't forgotten how to please and serve someone. It had been even longer since he'd encountered someone so worth spoiling, worth serving and indulging with his most vigorous of smooth, wet cocksucking. The richness of her flavour was its own reward as he sleeked and slopped his way up and down her dick, plunging it to the back of his throat without so much as flinching. He was surprised at his own resilience. Normally, sucking a fat dick was a matter of preserving his air, and keeping from choking or gagging, but as he blew that wild demon, he felt as if he were invincible. Even when he swallowed the tip of her spurting shaft, gulping down more and more of her precum with every thump of her tip into his gullet, he remained unaffected. Soon he was mashing his nose into the thick tuft of fur above the base of her shaft, taking in her scent as thickly as her flavour, plunging himself up and down as if facefucking himself with her cock. The glurk of her dick bottoming out between his lips, stuffing and bulging his throat, was the only sound for a while, along with the smack of her balls to his chin. He gripped her by the hips, digging his fingers into her stripey rump, flattening his ears and servicing her in a way that surely must have proven he was worthy of her. That was when she burst out cackling once more.

"Such a good boy! So eager to show me you're worth keeping. And here I thought your soul would be nothing more than a snack, a mild little diversion on my way to greater things ..." She tugged at his hair as she spoke, eventually closing her fist around a big clump and giving a yank. That was enough to make him yelp and lose his rhythm. "But how much can you really handle? How far will you go to serve your new mistress?"

Oro didn't recall having agreed to be owned by her exactly, but maybe such a contract was already implicit. He was signing his name with every sloppy suckle, kneading and working her dick between his lips, humming and even moaning at how good it felt to suck. The way his own shaft was throbbing there, spitting forth a great mess of pre all its own, soaking his belly as he worked, he thought he might very well reach orgasm just from pleasuring her. His mind was ablaze with lust, but also with adoration. She was perfect ... everything he wanted. Everything about her made him want to serve and worship her forever. Such thoughts might not quite have been entirely his own in origin, but the more he ran them through his head, the more he liked them. His mind rewarded him with a flood of pleasure when he let them lock into place, overriding his former fears and sense of shame. Nothing else mattered more than her, he told himself, quite willingly letting his mind be broken by her demonic influence. It felt so good to let her start corrupting him, even if he was fully aware she was doing it.

Her hands groped across her skull, clutching and clawing him, tugging his hair with increasing insistence every time he plunged to the base of her cock. He was like a machine meant only for pleasing her, working like a piston back and forth, puffing and swallowing every drop she had to offer, but it still wasn't enough for her. The demon's greed knew no bounds, and she was soon gripping him by the hair, her palms planted on the back of his head, keeping him in place while she started working her lips to fuck sweetly into his pointed muzzle. He felt nose nose tapping into her crotch, her balls slapping against his chin, and soon he wasn't gripping her so much as he was holding on for dear life as she rutted his face like any other orifice, humping and fucking hard with a drooling snarl raining down upon him the whole while. He knew his body shouldn't have been able to endure such a brutal pounding, especially without stopping for breath, but he was as resilient as she was relentless, guzzling down her precum like it was the ambrosia that sustained him. Such gulping was good practice for the torrent to come.

Shirazi set to shrieking like she were unleashing the forgotten souls trapped within her. She screamed and cackled in a dozen voices all at once, inflicting him with both mortal terror and utter awe as he knelt beneath her, listening to her madness mixing in with her delight like a sinister chorus. Her cock was already twitching hard between his lips, but he felt it going off, rigidly pounding as it bulged and expanded with the sheer force of arousal and pleasure. It contracted and flexed as the demon reached her climax, and all he could do was hold steady and prepare himself, if that were possible. Her cumshot was as copious as a horse's, and that was only the first gush. It filled his mouth completely and went rushing down his throat, bulging his neck with the sheer amount of cum he was swallowing all at once. She kept on shooting, pouring it all inside him, letting his belly fill with the intense warmth of fresh, hot demon seed, right from the depraved source, milked out by the eager attention of a bright young alchemist turned demon worshipper. All it had taken was a single taste to break him into the utterly depraved canine that knelt before her, chugging down her cream, letting it be all the reward he needed for a job well done and a cock well sucked.

He might have been able to push his body well past its usual limits while he serviced her, but he still had a breaking point. There was only so much cum his belly could hold. It felt like he'd been drinking from that demonic tap for several minutes straight, but it had only been a few seconds of her cumming in his mouth, pumping and twitching as she emptied her twitching nuts, mashing them against his lower lip while she milked out every drop she had to grant him. When he started overflowing, she pulled herself back, letting her cum well up in his cheeks, and finally come pouring out as if from a fountain, overflowing from his open mouth and streaming down his chin and chest, soaking him further in her demonic mark. He was left gasping while she sprayed him in the face, shooting the last few streaks of seed across his features until he'd all but vanished beneath a clinging mask of white. When she was finally done, he slumped down to wheeze and choke, coughing up what his throat couldn't deal with, desperately refilling his lungs that he had only just then noticed were completely empty. Reality came crashing down as he hacked and shuddered beneath her, falling to his hands and knees, his face nearly to the floor while he recovered. It was as if to remind him, for all the gifts she might grant him, he was still only a mortal being in the presence of a terrifying demon. But at least he'd earned her approval.

"Goooood." She snickered while she loomed above him. In time, she placed a foot on his spine, keeping him in that helpless, degraded position while he caught his breath. "You worship like you've done this before. But that's not possible. Whether another demon found you worthy or not, you wouldn't be here to service me today."

Even in his exhausted state, he caught the implication beneath those words. He was doing well, but if he failed to keep pleasing her, there were going to be consequences. Probably permanent ones.

"Either way. I think you're ready for the next step." She bent down, cupping his chin with three fingers, tilting his face up so she could stare right into his eyes. "Do you accept what I offer?"

He wasn't even sure if he was capable of thinking about it. There was only one obvious avenue open before him. She held power like nothing else he'd ever encountered, and offered pleasures beyond his wildest dreams. After so many years caught up in his dismal studies, serving a bland and ungrateful village with his talents, he'd longed for something better. He'd find nothing more promising than serving a real, living demon, no matter the dangers of offering his life to her twisted whims. A rapid nod of his head was easier than words, and she whooped with approval before settling back to a low, intimidating tone.

"Such a good boy. For now."

He wanted to speak, but he never got the chance. She was lunging at him, her teeth flashing. He expected to lose his face, to see that violent visage coming for him like that, but instead he found her lips meeting his, locking him into a messy kiss so sloppy it was echoing in his little worship. She slurked as she slurped and sucked his muzzle, shoving her tongue down his throat as if to retrieve all the cum she'd pumped inside him. That serpent of a slurper plunged so deeply he could feel it wriggling around within his belly for a brief moment, until she withdrew it with a harsh tug, bringing some accumulated cum along with it. They kissed around that mess a while, exchanging it back and forth, until she finally curled around that stolen seed and swallowed it down while still trapping him in that demonic kiss. The swallow made him shudder, the way it echoed up from her throat and down his. And she just kept swallowing, gulping and gobbling at seemingly nothing at all but for some of the saliva worked up in their embrace. It wasn't until he felt the tug of some invisible force working deep down inside of him that he understood what she was doing to him.

Something was being uprooted within his body. At first it felt as if she were going to swallow his heart through his throat. Such a gruesome treatment certainly wasn't off limits for a demon like herself, but it was something even worse than that. Somehow, she was manipulating an energy, a tangible something that existed inside him without him being fully aware of its presence until that moment. She pulled it free of its unseen bonds and began to consume it. Her arms were locked around his own, pinned them to his sides while she drank from his open throat, sucking down his living soul with the great undulations of her gullet. It faintly wailed to be separated from his body, leaving in its absence a sense of great emptiness, of mourning and despair for the loss of something he never truly knew he had. She filled him with the void, devouring his soul, claiming it for her own as her belly faintly glowed with the ethereal blue light of his mortality. And in a moment, she pulled back, looked right into his eyes with a cruel smile, and gave one deep, decisive GULP to finish off her little treat. She left him to shudder and clutch at his chest, watching the light fading beneath her fur. Her eyes shone all the brighter, their tone deeper and more sinister as she finished her spiritual meal. His soul belonged to his new mistress now, and he'd never be able to reclaim it.

"Ahhhhh," came her lusty sigh, complimented by a showy lick of her lips. "Luscious squirming souls, trapped and crying out for release. But they're alllll mine. And now yours is too."

For all the horrifying implications of such a statement, he had to wonder how he was even alive. If such a state counted as living anymore, anyway. His body still felt whole, and he was still moving, breathing, and thinking. He clutched himself as he recovered from that traumatizing treatment, but in place of the fear, there came something else. Within that new emptiness, that blackened void inside his body where his mortal soul had been, he glimpsed something. He couldn't begin to fully understand it, and he wasn't sure if he ever wanted to, but it filled him with such energy, such excitement, such shuddering depravity beyond anything he had ever understood as a mortal. Shivering all over, he started to writhe and squirm, bucking and rolling his body back and forth, soon thrusting his hard cock into the air as something overtook him. Before he could suppress the urge, he let out a shriek of laughter of his own, vibrating with the hysterics of madness, feeling as if he might never calm down again once that feeling of utter lunacy came over him. Shirazi's voice echoed like a legion as she shouted over his noise.

"Do you SEE? It's all there. The darkness. The chaos. It moves. It breathes. It KNOWS."

She took him by the hands and pulled him to his feet, tugging him along in a one-sided waltz of sorts. He could barely stand, flopping and stumbling about as she danced with him, sharing in his cackles until it felt like they might bring the whole building down round them with their cacophonous madness. Shirazi's voice fell abruptly to a whisper.

"And now we can taste it together. Forever until it's all consumed."

He hardly knew what she was talking about, but something compelled him to whisper back.

"All of it?"

"All of it."

He shivered like he was caught up in a northern wind, his legs shaking beneath him. There was something else in the room with them. Maybe it had always been there, and he was only realizing then, or maybe it had just arrived. It was invisible, intangible, but it was watching. At first he was terrified by the presence of something he couldn't even see, something great and terrible all at once. But soon, he found himself inspired by its silent gaze. If there was something from the worlds beyond his understanding in the room with the two of them, something observing them then he was just going to have to give it something to observe. He finally found enough energy to stand on his own, planting his feet and looking up to the demoness with a grin. It could hardly match the one she reflected back at him, but it was a start. They locked eyes, and stood in silent consensus about what simply had to happen next.

Oro was swishing his tail before she even grabbed him. He could feel the anticipation in the air. She was quivering, but not for any sort of weakness. It looked like she was ready to scream, or explode into a violent rage at any moment. Her grin just kept getting broader. He thought he might vanish into her jaws next to follow his soul, but instead she just vanished from his sight entirely. It looked like she had simply ceased to exist. He didn't see her move. But she was behind him once more, rubbing her cock just above the base of his tail, streaking a line of pre up and down his spine. He dug his toes into the floor, balancing himself, reaching out for something to brace him. His work table was right there, the scroll still sitting right there where he left it, and after a little wiggling he was bent over it with the demon mounting him from behind, thrusting and humping, thumping against his cheeks so hard he could feel each smack resonating down his legs and to his feet. He'd already endured one harsh demon-fuck, but he had to wonder if he could take another.

At least her cock was wet. Whether with spit, cum, or the pre she was already oozing, she was slick as she shoved up between his cheeks, glossing across his taint until she found her target. He was tight, tense, and he wasn't relaxing much with her teeth playing over the side of his throat. That didn't stop her. She found her mark, and just started shoving until she was spreading him out, loosening him up with every press of her thick cock beneath his tail, until she finally penetrated him. The head of her dick popped in, gliding on the sheen of lubricating juices clinging to her dark skin, stuffing him full until he yelped. She wasn't even halfway inside before he found his belly bulging. All he could do was glance down at that lewd outline beneath his fur, his hands busy planted and keeping him from toppling over as the cackling demon mounted up and buried herself deep within his body. Every moment sent a trickling, tingling sense of transformation and corruption all throughout his nerves, as if they were alight with a new energy, a new power. His soulless husk was hers to shape as she saw fit.

She started with his teeth. Given how often she flashed her own fangs, it was no doubt an important part of any demon. She fucked him while she changed him, thumping against his butt, keeping him at the peak of pleasure as she rubbed against his prostate again and again. Her fingers were digging into his chest, clawing his skin harshly enough to leave marks, though he wasn't bleeding. Instead, he was tossing his head back, fully exposing his throat to her as he howled at the ceiling, exposing his new set of deadly teeth. They were curved, elongated, barely fitting in his mouth. They extended over his lips when he sealed them, and soon he was flicking a forked tongue between his canines too. As she pounded her balls against his own, he felt them growing heavier, plumper, engorged with new lusts and desires the likes of which he'd never imagined until then. His cock of course had to grow to match.

He watched the inky corruption spreading over his pristine flesh of his engorged shaft, dyeing his skin until it shared the same corrupted black as the cock driving into him right that very moment. It was thicker, longer, heftier. He could feel it growing, left caught up in ecstasy to watch her influence upon him growing. Every thrust beneath his tail was making him a little more like her. She stole away his identity while she fucked him stupid, carefully shaping his flesh even as she rutted him like a monster. The smack smack of her hips against his booty drowned out his whimpers. They sounded doggish at first, but they were vibrating in such strange ways. Back and forth she went, driving those sounds out of him until he wasn't whining like a dog anymore. He was laughing, madly snickering without the need for a joke, shivering with the demon's own hysteria as his thoughts grew unshackled, colliding into one another like a thousand screams. There was just so much in his head thanks to her.

Her groping palms squeezed and cupped him from all angles at once, pressing deep into his muscles. Where there was weakness, there came strength, but he never grew bulky. Instead, he was growing softer. Thicker, too. She was making him swell as she fucked that sweet corruption into him, leaving him pouring out his pre like he was an open tap. It was pooling on the floor beneath him. He looked down just in time to watch the dripping spattering upon his extending claws. They were stretching out, longer, sharp, digging deep grooves into the floor while he got his body wrenched back and forth by that bestial fuck. He was almost numb to pleasure by then, pounded numb, but still throbbing. His fattened cock was pressing up against his belly. For all the changes, she was still overwhelming him, still pounding him to the point he could barely stand. She was still stronger.

He could see his eyes reflecting red on the wall. He didn't need to see them to know she'd changed them. Just like that, and he was open to new sights, new observations. There were energies in the air he could never perceive before she found him. Magical or mundane, they were invisible either way, only manipulated or noticed by those who knew. He had no time to consider his fascination for long. His whole body was tensing up, tightening around the demon's cock as a climax reached its breaking point within him. He felt as if his body was erupting, like something might burst free of his chest at any moment. But instead he found himself shrieking with manic laughter as pleasure beyond comprehension seized his mind. It was enough to break him, screaming to a peak that left him truly alive with the terror and delight running through his veins all at once. He didn't know anything could feel that good.

His cum flowed thicker than ever before, shooting straight across the shop and staining his own workbench, where he'd mixed so many potions and remedies in more peaceful times. The scroll vanished beneath the torrent of his seed, all milked out by that pounding demon dick. She was buried balls-deep within him as he went off, rutting him to her peak, then biting tightly to his ear as if to claim it for her own while she finished inside of him. Oro was ready to take every single drop, to let it fill and even swell his belly until he couldn't possibly hold anymore. He felt it doing its work inside him, as if it were a living beast, spreading that warm corrupting all the way to the tip of his fingers while the rode that screaming peak together until the whole shop smelled of their collective lust. It dripped from the walls. It sloshed within his belly. And it was all the perfect finish to the process of corrupting him until a fangy, cackling beast of his own. Or so he thought. Her whispers were hot in his ear.

"You make a good dog. But I can make you better. I want to see you in stripes."

He didn't respond with anything more than a stifled gasp as she seized a tight hold of his chest. Her grip was firm enough he felt as if she might stop his heart, but that was hardly what she was doing. Instead, she was kneading deeply, giving him something like a massage, groping into his flesh as if it were nothing more than clay to her. He felt the muscles in his chest tightening, then loosening, softening, losing their strength as he grew rigid from the feeling of his body being shaped. Another gasp escaped him, and it sounded all different. It was higher, hardly containing a trace of masculinity. That was only fitting given she was soon groping the expanding mass of a plump pair of breasts where his flat pecs had been. They were only getting thicker, jiggling and squishy while she played with them, granting him a whole new pleasure he never knew he needed. Or was it 'she' now?

Shirazi had been far from subtle with her touches so far, which made it feel strange when she was stroking across Oro's fur as if she were carefully applying paint to a canvas. In the trail of her fingers she left dark marks upon the corrupted dog's hide, turning her from a wholesome golden dog to a dark and silver creature adorned with stripe after stripe. She decorated her new corrupted pet with surprising tenderness, working in careful swishes and flourishes of her fingertips, curling at the tips to give Oro some extra fancy markings. They stained her like the blackest ink, sinking deeply into her fur and her skin beneath. Each new stripe was a permanent mark, like a signature upon their contract. Oro had already signed in cum, and Shirazi hummed softly as she decorated that new fur until she was certain it was perfect. Only then did she step back, leaving the transformed former canine to touch and admire her new self.

She had never felt so soft. Her whole body was like a pillow, leaving her fascinated by the delightful squish that came with kneading her breasts together, or digging her fingers into the curve of her broadened hips. She was far from Oro anymore. Maybe she would need a new name. Feeling the changes was one thing, of course. She was awed by the sensations, by the feeling of being shaped, moulded, and perfected by Shirazi's corrupting touch. But that was just a start. She still needed to see the changes for herself. It took until the demon held a mirror before her, one that seemingly manifested from thin air, that Oro truly understood the extent of the hellish influence upon her body. Gone was the relatively innocent village alchemist dog that had stood there before. Instead, she looked into her own reflection and saw a wicked, vicious hyena much like the demon herself staring back at her. For some reason only comprehensible to a corrupted mind, it was the funniest thing she'd ever seen.

It started as a little snicker, one that rattled through her skull and vibrated her teeth. That didn't last long. Soon she was shuddering, chortling out, writhing as the spirit of hilarity possessed her, making her rock and undulate back and forth with laughter she could no longer control. It felt good. She was in hysterical ecstasy as those light chuckles grew and grew, until finally she was cackling like the hyena she had become. Shirazi joined her, filling the room with that terrifying sound as they celebrated the moment in the way only hyenas knew how. It didn't matter if they were striped. Demons and their corrupted playthings did whatever they liked, and made whatever sounds they pleased. They were laughing, grinding, rubbing bodies against one another as their surroundings burst into flames. Oro's previous life was over. It would soon be nothing more than ash.

They baptized her new body with another layer of seed. Humping, grinding, pressing close and frotting like that brought them to a shared climax right in the middle of their vicious amusement. Oro unloaded it all, spraying her new mistress, and getting painted right back. A few more stripes for her new form meant painting her from belly, to chest, to face. She had cum dripping from her features, rolling down the expanse of her tits, squishing between her cleavage, and finally dripping to the floor. Soaked and marked in demonic musk, she panted as she kept that grin locked on her face, clinging to Shirazi, never wanting to let the demon go. And that hyena held her right back, returning the savage expression, never seeming to blink. The roaring flames reflected in her eyes as the inferno crackled all around them, destroying research, supplies, everything that Oro had valued during mortal life. It didn't matter anymore.

"How do you feel now?" Shirazi asked in an oddly gentle voice.

Oro thought about it. 'Good' was the simple answer, but it was more than that. She didn't just feel physical sensations. There was something rising in her mind. She felt a thousand doors opening, revealing to her new knowledge, new desires, new ambitions that she couldn't wait to pursue. Finally, she just grinned, enjoying the feeling of her teeth interlocking like some sort of steel trap.

"Better," she said, drawing the word out to emphasize it.

"I know," the demon answered, and kissed her on the forehead. "We're going to have such fun. Just wait until they see us."

Oro wasn't sure exactly who 'they' were in such a statement, but she didn't care. She wanted to be seen, and to share her corrupted form with the world. Things were going to be different. She was never going to be bored again. Most would have said that submitting her soul to a demoness wasn't a wise decision, but she had yet to see any sort of downside. The future held the pleasure of Shirazi's touch, and she lived for it, awaiting orders from her new mistress, happy to follow along with any and all of the demon's wicked whims.