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What did she do up there? Shirazi had always insisted that Max stay safe in the darkness of hell while she went off on her various errands and adventures. He still got lonely without her. The little plushie helped. It looked just like a tiny version of her, and was soft and fluffy in all the same ways. Sometimes he squeezed it close, listening to the distant wails and roars that echoed through the depths, breathing in the traces of her scent that clung to the fake fur. That brought him comfort while he waited, and so did her various kind demon friends when they stopped by for a visit. He was always patient, always happy to do whatever it was his mistress asked of him, even if that meant being good and awaiting her return, but he couldn't help but wonder. What kinds of things could she possibly get up to that she didn't want him to witness her in action? It wasn't like he was afraid of her anymore, erratic though she was.

After that waiting period, he was elated to discover her there with him when he woke up. How long had she been there? She was simply crouched down by the side of that elaborate bed, the one with a frame made of bones and the softest mattress Max had ever felt beneath him. He felt her eyes on his back before he even turned over. Her presence sent him from sleepy listlessness to pure glee, flopping on the bed as he turned to look at her grinning face. She wagged her tail like a dog and pounced on him all at once, pinning him flat, using her strength much more than was necessary. Even if he could resist her in any way with his mere mortal might, he wouldn't have dreamed of it. He didn't have to move much at all, merely to wiggle the way she liked and let her lay her lips against his, stuffing his mouth and throat with her tongue. She took a drink, draining some of that energy for which he was an eternal conduit, and broke from her adoring smooch with the same 'ahhh!' someone might give after downing a refreshing beverage.

"Weasel!" she shouted, sounding as if surprised to see him there.

"Yes!" he shouted back. He'd learned to try to match her exuberance when she was in a good mood, even if that was actually impossible.

"Weaaaaaaaasel!" She was screaming now, going from a booming voice to a screechy one.

"Aaaaaa!" he cried back, a big grin on his face.

When she laughed, so did he, shuddering all over. In a way, he was absorbing her energy just as much as she tended to absorb his, though in a less literal sense. Her giggles were contagious, and once he caught them he could hardly stop. At least, not until she suddenly stiffened, and her face fell from manic amusement to starkly serious. It was jarring, but he'd seen it before. She had something important to say.

"You." She poked him in the chest with an extended finger. He nodded as if to confirm.

"Me."

"I have a surprise for you. But it's not a surprise." She made sure to emphasize that sharply, so there could be no mistakes. He played along.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm going to tell you about it. Right now. Listen."

He put on his best listening face, looking as attentive as he could while she went on.

"I want to take you to the surface. Let you walk around the world with me. I want you to SEE."

He wanted to ask what exactly he was going to see, but he knew better than that. Instead, he just nodded eagerly.

"I'd love that, mistress! I adore getting to spend time with you ..."

Max didn't mean for it to sound so sad, but that was how it came out. When she noticed, she set to savagely licking his face, drowning him in a flurry of quick slurps that left him dripping in seconds. It was probably meant to make him feel better, and in a way it did. Then she gripped him by the shoulders and got even closer to his face, her nose touching his.

"It might be scary. It might be dangerous. But it will be fun."

"I trust you, Shirazi."

"You shouldn't!" She sat back up, weighing down on his middle, and cackled once more.

He didn't do much but let her tug him along once she started getting grabby, snatching him by the arms and dragging him along the bed while she got dressed. Which was to say, she manifested some clothing all around her body without any visible effort. He always wondered - was she simply making an outfit out of nothing, through some sort of demon magic, or was it all an illusion? Were those clothes actually part of her? Were they flesh or fabric or both? He didn't think about it too long, really. He was too busy admiring just how good she looked in her choice of outfit. She'd gone from naked to decked out in a thoroughly gothic dress, one dark black and ruffled all over, complete with a tight corset that only made her bosom all the more prominent. A striped pair of stockings completed the look, and she was left spinning her grin around, turning her head just slightly too little to be natural as she showed off her darkly elegant look. He could only nod his approval, wondering what he should wear to match right up until the moment she snapped her fingers, dressing him in an instant.

It was tight, and it was warm. But he could already tell he looked killer. All that leather was pretty heavy too. He was black and glossy from the shoulders down, adorned with a copious amount of spikes like he were some sort of apocalyptic warrior. It was not the sort of thing he'd have ever chosen to wear for himself, but he had to admit it hugged him in all the right places. If that was how she wanted him to look, he'd do his best to rock it. He still had no idea where they were going, but it was clearly somewhere he hadn't spent a lot of time when he was on his own. She took him by the hand and tugged him along, and he did his best to follow, stumbling occasionally just to keep up with her accelerated pace.

"We're going to go dancing!" she delightedly declared, before lowering her voice as if someone might overhear. "But we're also working."

"What are we working on?"

She turned around so suddenly it took her a second for her head to catch up with the rest of her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

"I'm glad you asked! You see. Up there. There are all kinds of people just ripe for corrupting. They want something new. Something better in their lives. They'll be so much happier in the depths ... and it's my job to bring them there."

That someone like Shirazi could actually be trusted with something resembling duty came as a surprise to Max, to be honest. Though she'd done a fine job of convincing him to become her servant. Maybe her natural talent at 'recruitment' made up for her lack of discipline. And sanity. Either way, he was happy to hold her hand and walk together, no matter where they were going. It was dark beyond the door that opened on their approach. He couldn't see a thing. Even the glow of her eyes was gone in that void. The floor squished beneath their feet as all sound dropped out from around them. Still, he felt her hand in his, holding tight, squeezing back when he gripped a little harder. There wasn't much that made him nervous after all his time with her. But that complete absence of anything through which they passed, that put a feeling of dread deep in his chest. He might have panicked if it wasn't for her guiding hold, and he found himself clinging to her side by the time they emerged on the other side of that engulfing shadow.

There wasn't much light on the other side either, but even so, it was relieving enough that he gasped out for air. Shirazi was never the patient sort, but she let him have his moment to recover, patting him on the back while he caught his breath. Once he was relatively steady, there was time to look out over their surroundings. It might have been a cave, or a basement. It was a hollow place, dark and echoing, hitting him with a pervading sense of emptiness. Something rattled in the distance. It was a steady sound, like a machine built for the sole purpose of making noise. It reminded him of an overloaded clothes dryer, but there was something moire ominous about that metallic clack. He was still holding onto Shirazi with both arms wrapped around her waist. Hell was one thing. The haunted emptiness of those shadowy corridors made Max feel like he could get lost in them forever. There was so much of nothing at all, and strange doorways beckoned to him as they passed, like a hundred open mouths ready to swallow him up, never to be found by anyone ever again.

The scent of damp concrete brought back odd memories. He felt as if he'd been down there before. The grimy walls were sleek as if with perspiration, cool droplets running down them. Shirazi continued her march, taking the occasional turn as if she knew exactly where she was going. Max could only follow. His feet were getting just a little slow as his nervousness abounded. The walls groaned and rumbled. Something was resonating from somewhere, taking on a rising tone that never reached its peak. Building, building, but never paying off. He felt shaky, his legs growing weak. Before he could fall behind, Shirazi scooped an arm beneath him without a word, and carried him along against her chest. It might have been a bit embarrassing, but he didn't care, especially when it meant for free 'yena snuggles. He felt better knowing he couldn't possibly have wandered off and lost himself in one of the many empty rooms.

The basement-void started to better resemble an actual place, over time. There was the occasional piece of furniture scattered as if someone had once lived there. It wasn't always in the right place. A chair standing on the ceiling, a table on the wall, or an old, rusted bed frame floating in the middle of the room, and much more that didn't quite make sense. It was silly in a way. At least the place was trying. As they travelled deeper, there were hints of coherence. Things started to arrange themselves in ways more resembling an actual home. There were also the machines. They rattled and hummed in the corners, archaic and run-down, but seemingly functioning. Max had no idea of their purpose. They shook as if trembling with their efforts, producing some chugging, some clanging, and keeping a metallic cacophony ringing in Max's ears. It was brighter then. There were candles along the way, wicks warmly aflame atop wax that never seemed to melt. Shirazi was speeding up then, stricken by a sense of urgency. They had reached the staircase.

It was perfectly ordinary. A set of metal stairs led up to a hatch or trapdoor of some sort. He relaxed a little when he saw it. While he could hardly know for sure in such an incoherent realm, something told him that was the way out. He was eager to see something else. That part of hell was scarier than most, if it was even still hell. It was like it had once been something, only to be stripped of all it was, a place without an afterlife but for a dull, purposeless existence, hosting nothing but the wet darkness. Above, there was mechanical noise as well, but it was more rhythmic. It pounded and thumped, vibrating the roof over their heads, and as he listened he thought he caught something melodic beneath the steady whomp. He found himself nodding along to it before long, steady on his feet once more when she set him down, joining with his mistress as they ascended from the dark place and into a proper basement. He'd never been so thankful to see various scattered junk and electronics, discarded but following a sensical theme. That meant they were actually somewhere.

There was definitely music coming from above. Max might have been the gentle sort, but it was his kind of sound. The fear felt like it was finally behind him as he listened to those mechanical beats, keeping a steady pulse through the floor. Shirazi took him by the shoulders and gave him a little rub, getting his face so she could speak her warnings.

"So, this place. It's great! So many corruptible mortals wiggling around, just waiting for a proper demon to find them ... but I'm not the only one who comes here." It was always strange seeing her being serious like that. "There are other demons. And they might not be as obvious about it as me. And sometimes ... other things."

"Other things?" He felt a chill just hearing the way she said that.

Despite the seriousness, she couldn't maintain that demeanour for long. Her expression cracked, and she broke into a great big grin again.

"This is going to be fun! Let's fucking dance, weasel!"

"Wuh-"

That was all the warning she gave him before she grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him through the door, spilling out into the smoky darkness of a gothic club. The beats were wicked, the ambience was thick, and he fit right in with his leather and metal. A red neon sign glimmered above the dance floor.

The Place Between

It was hard to tell who might have actually been supernatural, and who was just dressed that way. Whether it was the spikes and leather, the black dresses, or the near-nudity, he found himself staring out at a scene of utter depravity the likes of which would have made hell proud. Before he could get too good of a look, she was clutching him, pulling him intimately close, grinding on him just a little. At first he couldn't find his footing, but he recovered by the time she dragged him into the crowd. Despite the brutal clank of a song pounding from the speakers, she chose instead to take him for a waltz, leading the way and spinning him around with her. All he had to do was follow, and then there they were, showing off in public, letting everyone see them dancing together, mistress and pet. He'd never realized until then just how much he loved the idea of being shown off like that. It felt good to think she was proud of him.

Of course, she wasn't exactly careful, even while waltzing, and in time they were rubbing up against or outright colliding with several other dancers. Nobody seemed to mind. Contact was a very free thing around there it seemed, and Max found himself slightly lost in that industrial rhythm, moving his body without thinking, even rubbing back against the bodies that pressed close to his. They wanted him to. He could feel it. And before long, he was just a little bit aroused, sharing in the sensations around him, and those he was causing with his touches and presence. When he opened his eyes again, the song fading to echoes and a certain ringing in his ears, he saw his mistress right there in front of him, looking pleased. She didn't even tell him to, but right then, knowing she'd be happy with it, he laid a daring little smooch right on her lips. Her response was to lunge.

Max was plenty used to having her tongue down his throat by then, but this was especially vigorous. He couldn't keep his balance, flopping right over on his back, hearing those feet echoing all around him while she pounced atop him and pinned him down, tonguefucking his gullet in the most affectionate of ways. He might have been worried about being trampled if it wasn't for her presence. She'd keep him safe. There were paws stomping all around them, claws and talons clicking on the floor, but biggest of all was the clomp of hooves. He could feel the whole building shaking with the force of all those people, crowded together, losing themselves in lust and motion as another song started anew. They hardly paid any mind to the demon and her pet making out on the floor. That was just another part of the hedonistic scene.

When she pulled back and left him sucking on her drool, he felt the warmth of her lips against one of his ears, whispering intimate, excited words.

"I want you to help me with something, Max ..."

His eyes lit up. He was all about helping her, whatever she may need.

"I want you to explore this place. See whose eyes you attract. Maybe you can reel in a nice treat for your mistress?" She licked the inside of his ear, pushing so deep he thought perhaps she'd touched his brain. "How would you like that, bait-weasel?"

"I ... of course, mistress. Can't you come with me?"

"I could ... but they know me now." She snickered to herself. "Too many disappearances. They'll be wary when they see my stripes."

He nodded. It was scary to imagine navigating such a place all on his own, knowing what sort of horrors could have been lurking in the shadows, or in plain sight. But he wanted to make her happy. Whether what he'd agreed to do was morally sound or not wasn't really something he considered. It was what she wanted. And he hardly really knew what it actually meant to bring her someone. Maybe they were another pet, or a brief fling, or a ... snack. He wouldn't have been surprised. But his mistress was so wonderful to be around, surely they would be happy to meet her too. He straightened up as she helped him rise, putting on a serious face as he steeled himself for the effort. It wasn't until she curled her fingers into the corners of his mouth that he halted.

"No no, silly weasel. I want you to smile. Seduce. Let them catch sight of you. See if you lock eyes. Maybe they wave you over. You'll know the right one when you see them. I have faith in you."

She couldn't say the word 'faith' without spitting slightly, sounding as if it left a foul taste in her mouth. He looked back to her, and she gave him an approving smile and nod, and then she vanished. Her presence was still somewhere nearby, looming, watching, keeping him warm and feeling safe, even in the dark unknown of the crowded club. Left in the middle of all those bouncing bodies, listening to the bassline powering up and vibrating through his bones, he started scanning the crowd for someone Shirazi might enjoy. Knowing his mistress, there probably weren't many people there she wouldn't have liked. The only problem was having them actually pay attention to him. Some of them caught him staring, and promptly looked away. He couldn't take it too personally, he told himself. They'd just seen him with that crazy demon. They probably knew what he was up to.

No, it was probably better to wander off somewhere else, maybe somewhere in a quieter part of the club. Not that there was much quiet to be found. In the tables, he found people seated mostly in groups, but there were a few lingering about, drinking by themselves or just taking in the atmosphere. He saw a lone deer sitting on his own, gingerly sipping a drink. That buck had the longest, prettiest hair Max had ever seen. It must have nearly reached his knees when he was standing up, all chestnut brown and streaked with red. And from behind, he had such a feminine shape, all soft and curvy. He might have been perfect for Shirazi - at least until he turned his head, and saw the weasel staring at him. He didn't seem to mind the attention, but that wasn't the problem. His corruption couldn't have been more clear, with those bright red eyes, and those fangs protruding over his lower lip. Max halted where he was, not for fear, but just for mild disappointment, waving back when the deer waved at him. Maybe he was one of Shirazi's corrupted already, or just a fellow demon. He looked gentle despite it all, his eyes soothing and full of tales, even in their demonic red, but they would have to meet another time. Max had to keep looking.

He'd long since stopped fearing physical harm. The only thing that scared him was disappointing his mistress. He had to find someone. Wandering on, he passed several empty tables, and told himself that there was probably no one back there. It was too far from the main action. Yet he kept on going, feeling strangely compelled, drawn forth until he finally laid eyes on another figure. She was tucked away in the most remote part of the club, sitting alone, lacking a drink or company. An absolutely massive sheep, she hardly even fit into the booth, leaning over the table with her chin resting on her palm, and one thick finger tapping her cheek to the beat. She certainly wasn't dancing, but she nodded along at least. He couldn't tell if she was bored, or maybe she was sad about something, but her expression was dark, shadowed even under the club's lights. He wanted to make her feel better - though when he approached, she looked up, catching him with a stare so intense he froze to the spot. His body simply relinquished control of itself for as long as she was looking at him, catching him in the spotlight of those bright blue eyes.

When the black sheep rose to her hooves, it was an imposing sight. She didn't look like a demon, despite the darkness of her wool and the four curved black horns extending from her braided hair. Her outfit was similar to Max's own, all spiked and leather, more or less fitting in with the rest of the crowd. Where she'd managed to find clothing in her size, he had no idea. She had to have been ten feet tall, maybe more, and her heft made her better resemble a walking tank more than an actual person. Her arms were broad with muscle and general thickness, and she folded them beneath a gigantic bust, making it all the more appealing as she looked him up and down. An unamused expression twisted into something more like a sneer, as if she found Max's appearance somehow distasteful. He had to admit he was a bit hurt by that. He was just trying to help.

"Hmph," came her snort. "Another slave."

Max found himself stammering. He didn't think he was afraid exactly, but her presence made him stumble. There was just no right way to talk to someone whose thigh was the size of his entire body.

"Ah, ma'am ... I ...." he began, then cleared his throat and tried again. "What do you mean, slave?"

"I know who you are, Max. Another plaything for that giggling idiot."

He gasped out loud to hear her insult his mistress, and held his hands up in protest.

"What!? No! Don't say that about Mistress ..."

The sheep snorted again, taking just one long, lunging step forward. Max held his ground as she reached a hand out, pressing a finger beneath his chin, making sure he looked up at her.

"She makes you call her mistress, does she? Charming. Tell me something, Max." She leaned in, puffing hot breath over his face, locking her bright blue eyes with his. They seemed to grow more intense, until he could see nothing but their glare, like he was looking out over a vast, turbulent ocean. "What do you think she's going to do with you when she gets bored of you?"

He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this bad. It was long before Shirazi had dragged him off. He got lonely sometimes, but she was making him feel so sad, so unsure of everything he thought was true. Still, even standing before that giant beast of a sheep, he held firm to what he believed.

"She won't ... she cares about me."

"Does she? Or does she just find you useful?" The sheep straightened up, and folded her arms again. "You're out here doing her dirty work, aren't you?

She snatched him up without warning, taking him by the collar with a single hand. He felt weightless, going rigid in her grasp, staring into her eyes again. It felt as if he were falling into the void of those letterbox pupils, leaving him paying careful attention to every single syllable of her snarled words.

"Tell me the truth, Max. The actual truth. And don't you dare fucking lie to me. Do you really love her? Or is she just forcing you to?"

Despite the intimidation, he managed to keep his response firm and certain.

"I do."

"Hmmph." She snorted in his face, looking him in the eye a little longer. Then she set him down. "I doubt it. She doesn't deserve it. But you're not lying."

Max straightened his coat as he stood looking up at her. There was anger in her, hatred even, but there was something soft about her too. Aside from the literal. He wanted her to like him, wanted to help her with whatever it was that she needed. Maybe he could make that grumpy face a little less grim. If that was possible. He was attracted to her too, though he wasn't feeling any sort of arousal, because she wasn't. Hanging out with Shirazi, he was used to being turned on almost all the time, but that sheep was feeling nothing for him, at least so far. Her tone was just a little bit gentler after that.

"I could save you, you know. I could take you away from her. You'd never have to see her again."

Max's face twisted into an expression of horror.

"No!"

The sheep rolled her eyes. "I thought you'd say that. You're deep in her taint."

Crouching down, she seized him by the chin, gripping almost his entire face. A prodding finger against his lips made him open up, and she looked deep into his open mouth.

"Just what are you, anyway? A vessel? A conduit? A tool to help her steal the souls from others?" Her expression darkened. "She's been growing stronger lately. I can tell. And it's all because of you, isn't it? Maybe I should just get rid of you."

It had been a long time since Max felt what could have been described as mortal fear. She was something stronger than most. Stronger than his mistress, or than most of the demons he'd met. And when her eyes faded from that pleasing blue to something more like an intense white light, a complete absence of darkness, he seized up and shielded his face. He wasn't sure what she could have done that he couldn't recover from. But he could tell she was considering it.

That was when Shirazi finally arrived. She leapt into the scene as if from nowhere, throwing herself between the sheep and her pet. The surprise of it threw that huge woman off, and her eyes were blue again. Her expression became a resentful scowl as soon as she saw the demon.

"Shirazi."

"Iniko."

So that was her name. Even just in greeting each other, Max could sense the history between them. There was tension there. Iniko hated Shirazi, glaring as if right through her, already breathing more heavily, hunching lower, looking ready to fight. And as for the hyena herself, she was displaying something Max had never sensed from her before. She stood tall before the sheep, but there was some small part of her, some part not entirely consumed by madness, that was afraid. Just a little. If Iniko could frighten his demonic mistress, then Max truly had no idea what she was really capable of.

"Get out of the way," Iniko warned.

"No."

The sheep drew her lips back, showing her teeth in a growing snarl. They weren't nearly as sharp as Shirazi's fangs, but that didn't make them less intimidating.

"I'll go through you if I have to. He's an abomination."

"So do it."

It was the most serious Max had ever seen the hyena. There wasn't a hint of humour in her words. Iniko glared at Shirazi, then over at Max. Then her expression softened, at least slightly.

"Hmm," she grunted. "No tricks? No playing dirty? You'd just stand there and take it? For him? I would have thought you'd sacrifice him just to see what happens. And yet there you are, putting yourself in danger for someone else."

"What are you gonna do about it?"

Iniko considered for a time, before finally just folding her arms.

"I'll think about it."

Only then did Shirazi finally grin again. Max never thought a mere smile would bring him so much relief.

"Good to see you too, pretty hate machine. How's the angel business?"

"Fuck yourself."

"It wouldn't be the first time!" Shirazi cackled gleefully, before reaching over to take Max by the hand, pulling him closer. "And he's not an abomination. He's a good weasel and he makes cute noises when I fuck him."

"Do you even know how his power works?"

Shirazi shrugged.Iniko looked past him, and into Max's face. It was a penetrating gaze, making the weasel feel like she was rooting around in his brain. He couldn't hide anything from her. When she was done, she straightened up and nodded.

"Hm. Guess it's not too bad. He's not stealing it from anywhere."

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Shirazi proudly declared.

"Of course you don't. And it's still not right. You keeping him like that."

Shirazi stepped a little closer, standing up on her toes. She looked so small in front of the sheep.

"You just want him for yourself! I bet that cute lil' face of his would look great wrapped up in your thighs."

When he heard that, and imagined it, Max felt just a little twinge of arousal. Though that couldn't have just been from the mental image. If he was stirring, then that meant so was Iniko. She was looking at him, and not in such an accusatory way this time. The longer she looked, the more aroused he got, until he could barely fit in those tight pants Shirazi had given him. To think that someone as big as that titan of a sheep could be interested in him was flattering, to say the least. Shirazi raised a hand, starting to bounce in place as excitement overtook her. A few little whoops escaped her lips between words.

"I have an idea! We'll have a little contest to see who he wants to be with most. Who can satisfy the good boy better? Whoever wins gets to keep him!"

Iniko visibly recoiled with disgust at the proposition, then spat her words at the hyena.

"Fuck off. He's not for me to keep. I'm not a demon."

"Demon, fallen angel, what's the diff- '' Shirazi started, her tone a taunting one. She didn't get through her sentence.

Iniko didn't even hesitate. As soon as Shirazi started her little tease, the sheep just wound up and slugged the demon in the face with a huge closed fist. The hyena went cackling off into the distance, soaring away as if fired from a cannon and then skidding along the floor, leaving a trail of blood. Even knowing she was a demon, and probably fine, Max still shrieked to see her attacked like that. She didn't move at first, before arching up from the ground with a sickly crick of her back, rising demonically and wearing a crimson grin. She wiped her lips off with the back of her arm and just came trotting right back, crossing the whole room to return to the two of them.

"Every time," the hyena snickered.

"Next time I won't be gentle."

"Hot. Now, about my proposal ..."

Iniko looked Max up and down one more time. Then she just grunted her annoyance.

"Maybe. It might be a good way to reverse some of your corruption. But you don't get to just decide what he does."

Max blurted out before he even knew what he was doing

"I'll gladly do it."

They both looked at him. Shirazi had her usual grin. And was that ... a slight twitch at the corner of the sheep's lips? He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he was pretty sure he saw it, just for a moment.

"That settles it then!" Shirazi clapped her hands together. "All we need is somewhere -"

Once again, Iniko cut her off. This time, it wasn't with violence. The thump of heavy bass became instead a dull vibration in the distance, a faint whisper of sound all there was around them. That club was gone. Instead, they were in a brighter place. Light spilled in through shattered windows. There were still some traces of stained glass here and there, colouring the light red or green. Max turned around, taking in the full sight of his surroundings. There was a high ceiling, adorned with black chandeliers, their candles unlit. Debris lay scattered here and there, as if someone had taken a baseball bat to some furniture in there. It was indistinct, but somewhat cozy. Though he couldn't shake the feeling that those open windows made it easy for someone else to watch. There were no hiding places in that new realm. Everything he did was exposed for its owner to see. After doing a full circle to take it all in, he turned back to the demon and the angel, finding them standing by a bed about the size of a normal room. There were chains hanging from its frame.

"Oh, the penance dimension!" Shirazi joyfully exclaimed, though Max thought he heard a slight waver in her voice. She might have just been holding back a giggle, or she might have been nervous. "Who ya beating up in here these days?"

"No one. At the moment." Iniko cast a look down her pierced nose. It was intimidating as ever, but rather than be worried, Shirazi instead reacted with a bright expression that morphed into lust.

"Ooooh. You'd spoil me!"

"Don't tempt me, Shirazi. I bet I could come up with a way to punish you that wouldn't give you a hard-on."

For once, the hyena didn't have some sort of comeback for that. Maybe it was true. Max had no idea what that could have possibly been.Everything was kinky to his mistress, in some way or another. She delighted in the oddest things. But that was part of why he was so fond of her. He flinched a little when Iniko locked her gaze on him, trying not to lose himself in the well of her eyes once more. She nodded to him.

"You're ready, Max?"

"Yes ma'am!"

She scowled. "Don't. I'm not your owner. Speak normally."

"Um ... yes, er ..." He had to think about it. "Okay! I'll try. I'm ready, I think."

It was a shame about the outfit. It might not have been a good fit for his gentle self, but he liked how he looked in it. As soon as that huge sheep reached down to touch him, his clothes were crumbling and floating away as if it were nothing more than dust. He was naked and in her grasp, and soon she was nude as well. Her outfit didn't disintegrate so much as it vanished in a puff of light and smoke, like a magician's trick. He was curious. She seemed similar to a demon, but she clearly didn't like being called one, even with powers that resembled Shirazi's. How much different was an angel from a demon? That was the kind of thing he kept entirely to himself, trying not to even think it too clearly, just in case she could read his mind. The way she looked at him, it felt like she could.

It was hardly five seconds he was naked that he was fully hard. She liked what she saw, apparently. A glance revealed that she was just as wet as he was firm, and she had an intoxicating, and even somewhat relaxing scent. Whereas Shirazi was all musk and delicious flavour, Iniko was more subdued, more flowery and soft. It reminded him somewhat of going for a massage, and reclining in the relaxing atmosphere of the spa. That was despite just how hard it was to feel calm around someone of her size and intensity. He wiggled into the soft white sheets as she laid him down like a blanket, looking up at her heft, her bulk, her broad, naked curves on full display. And then all went dark. He only got a brief glance at her great big rump, and her short tail, before she sat down firmly on his face, sagging that bed down nearly to the floor with her sheer weight as she utterly engulfed him beneath her ass, letting his muzzle kiss right up against her rim, letting him lose himself and immerse in her enormous booty. He all but vanished beneath the heft of those plump cheeks, sinking into the ample softness of her padding, only to halt against the firmness of her muscle beneath. Only his little feet were sticking out between her thighs, her wet sex drizzling down onto his wiggling toes.

Given how unbreakable he was, it was impossible for Max to suffocate. Whether she knew that or not, he didn't know, but he didn't mind one bit when she remained right where she was, grinding back and forth, silently insisting that he eat her ass out. He pressed his tongue deep inside of her and offered his energy, only to find it wasn't working as it usually did. She took some of it, but she was hardly draining him. She held what energy he gave her, and reflected some of it back, letting him savour in every sensation he provided her while he ran his tongue along the rim of that tight hole. A little wiggling and he was digging inside, pushing and penetrating, hearing her snort above. It wasn't exactly a moan, but it sounded approving. As best he could tell from down there anyway. Everything was muffled, silenced by her slightly sweaty booty. He caught just a hint of musk while he savoured in pleasuring her, worshipping her, treating her like a goddess as she smothered him for minutes at a time. She must have known he didn't need air like normal. A regular person would have fainted or worse by then, but all he got was a little loopy, as if more intoxicated the longer he stayed down there slurping sheep ass.

All he could do was paw at her butt, squeezing those heavy cheeks. They had such an enticing firmness to them, so thick, so fat, yet so solid beneath the initial softness. He felt as if he could knead them all day, if days still existed in that realm, though he didn't let his fondness for them distract from the main task. He tongued her hole until he'd all but inserted his whole muzzle, pumping back and forth, getting himself throbbing while he shared in the pleasure. That approval was radiating off of her. She might have been cold in introductions, but she was plenty warm by then, sweating more thickly the longer she stayed there, and getting slicker between the thighs, helping to smother him in scent just as much as she kept him under that absolutely massive booty. After several minutes under, he could barely remember his own name, but when he licked her ass it felt just as good for him, sharing the pleasure equally. The occasional grunt was all the praise he needed to know he was making that grumpy angel happy.

Even he had some limits. He might not have suffocated from lack of air, but his head was doing all sorts of strange things. He felt like he was falling and spinning all at once, and his thoughts were a jumble of incoherence, to the point he could barely remember who was sitting and grinding on his face anymore. She didn't allow him a moment's respite, rubbing back and forth against his tongue, keeping him deep, pushing him to keep going as she sat with her hands on her hips, snug atop the comparatively tiny weasel, absolutely crushing him with her weight. Only when he reached the brink of something, whether it was passing out or falling asleep or something more dire, did she finally rise from him. The outside air shocked him to alertness, leaving him drooling and dazed as he wriggled there beneath her, his vision so blurred he couldn't make out anything but basic colours. There was plenty of black, and a little blue, gleaming down at him. Red shone in from the side, and he heard something like a voice, though the words had little meaning to him while he remained sprawled there with a silly smile stretched across his face.

"Not bad. More durable than I expected." Iniko handed out praise like it pained her to say. She sat beside him, indenting the sturdy bed, idly walking her thick fingers along his chest.

"Always with the sitting. Is there anyone you've met who you haven't sat on?"

"Not many." The sheep shrugged. "He didn't seem to mind."

They both turned their gazes to him, leaving him looking at their blurred faces through his intoxicated vision. Something about it all made him giggle dumbly.

"I ... like her ..." he drunkenly mumbled, sounding like he'd been boozing for hours.

"Hmf! I see how it is!" Shirazi jokingly pouted. "Save some of that mouth for Mistress!"

Iniko didn't bother to move to the side when the demon leapt naked onto the bed, even when Shirazi overestimated her pounce and thudded into one of those thunderous thighs. The sheep was unmoved by the impact, leaving the hyena reeling until she could clamber up into position. She sat on his chest and cupped her hands behind his head, pulling him up to kiss against the tip of her wet cock. It was already leaking a heavy bead of pre, perfect for him to slurp up. She didn't even have to ask him this time. He knew well enough what she liked by then, and was soon worshipping her whole shaft with steady strokes of his tongue, bobbing up and down, still unable to rise. Shirazi wasn't nearly as heavy as the sheep, but she still had her knees pressed down on his arms, keeping him from even groping her while she thrust her cock against his face. He felt it smearing and sliding along his features, marking him down with her luscious scent. There was still some of the sheep's sweat on his fur, though the demon musk was more potent, richer, thicker.

All the while, the sheep was just looming there. Max couldn't tell if she was judging him or Shirazi more closely, scrutinizing their performance, lingering just close enough he could faintly feel her breath on his face. A swish, and a sudden riposte of a thrust forth had that demon dick shoving right between Max's lips, pointed straight at the back of his throat and filling it out. She pushed and pushed until she bottomed out with her cock stuffed all the way into his gullet, her balls snug against his chin, grinding and bouncing as they pulsed. Were they even thicker than usual? She'd been away for a while. Maybe she was pent up. Or maybe she just felt like having big balls that particular day. Whatever the case, they slapped against him nicely, giving a pleasant plap plap plap while she facefucked him, treating him to the taste of her precum, sending it running down his throat to warm his belly while she drained him as deeply as ever.

He would have been content to stay like that, getting rutted by his mistress, but Iniko's patience didn't last. She pushed at Shirazi's hip as she rose, and gave a grunted urgence.

"Move. Make some room."

Shirazi just turned her head sharply back to cast a grin at the angel. Iniko was still wet, still soaking with the lust Max had helped her work up while he ate her ass. Getting him snug between her thighs was easy, and he felt her clamping down around his hips to keep him right in place with near-crushing force.. He would have been fine if she chose to get rougher with him, but she showed at least some mercy as she came down on his dick, enveloping him in her sex all at once. The sudden penetration overwhelmed him for a moment. Maybe she didn't know how big he actually was, until she factored in that energy. She gave a snort as she bottomed out, sitting on his thighs, keeping him inside her for a while as she tightly kneaded and clamped down on his shaft, and only then did she start moving. Sharing in the pleasure of them both at once was making Max's head feel strange again, especially since Shirazi was hardly allowing him to breathe between sloppy, smacking plunges of his gullet with her cock, helping to push him even deeper into that stupor that had overtaken him.

A few seconds later, and Max wasn't sure who was going at him harder. Shirazi was definitely going faster, pumping into his face at her usual manic speed, slapping his chin with her nuts over and over while he guzzled the pre-seed she offered him, working his tongue right down to the base of her dick. There was a little spot where her shaft met her balls, where scent and taste tended to accumulate, and he made sure his tongue hit it every time she stuffed him. That was a well of delicious delight, keeping him immersed in the taste of his mistress while she fucked his face without a lick of restraint. Iniko was similarly merciless, though she was slower about it. That was harsher in a way. That meant she had time to built up momentum, to lift that great big body of hers upwards, pulling from Max's cock, only to come crashing down on his hips with a tremendous smack of ass to thighs and hips that was only kept from being purely destructive by the padding of her booty. She shoved him inside, hardly caring for his or her own sensitivity, overwhelming him in a single thrust before going up for more.

It all left the weasel whimpering, lips wrapped snug around that glossy black spire of hyena cock perched on the back of his tongue. But it was the good whimper, at least so far. They were both pushing his limits, reflecting back so much pleasure that he could hardly comprehend it. He knew his body felt good, with that feeling of demon dick bulging in his soft white neck fur, and that slick sheep sex slamming down on his shaft over and over. Up, and then a pause, and she thudded down again, bending him in half, rattling the bed and the whole room around them. It was hard to tell, smothered as he was, but he thought he heard some debris tumbling to the floor nearby, dislodged from the wall or ceiling by the meaty impact of giant sheep atop tiny weasel. Maybe she knew how durable he was, and was pounding down on him because she knew he could take it, or maybe she just didn't care if she broke her partners or not. Either way, Shirazi's thrusts became a blur, barely registering in Max's head anymore, but every whomp of sheep booty on his hips was clear and apparent, shaking through his entire body as if to rattle the essence right out of him. All he could do was give and give as demon and angel alike took and claimed everything he had, each of them displaying their own distinct brand of greed.

They never found a rhythm with each other, as if deliberately defying the other's pace. Iniko remained slowly, brutally plodding while Shirazi went crashing forth, recklessly rutting down Max's throat until she finally couldn't hold back her climax any longer. He could feel her fat nuts twitching, feel them pumping and pulling up tight against his lower lip just before she blew a load straight towards his belly. With all his time spent with her, he was used to guzzling down her cum, but this was even thicker than before. Either she'd been waiting for too long, or she was just especially excited in those circumstances. All he knew was he was happy to swallow her seed even if it meant swelling out a little with the sheer weight of it all, hot and creamy as it simmered in his belly, leaving him audibly sloshing with every movement. Especially when Iniko came down on him again, driving some of that cum right back out of him, sending it spurting along Shirazi's striped thighs, running over her fur while she giggled and pulled out to jizz on his little face.

It all had him arching, had him bucking. He wasn't doing that intentionally. His body was just reacting, enduring that harshness with a drunken smile. Cum trickled from his smiling lips as the giant sheep rode him like a titan. He watched the jiggle passing over her body every time she came down once Shirazi rolled off of him. There was surprisingly little wobble to Iniko's form, despite her heft. She had power beneath her plush exterior, and it all came crashing down on Max's hips until he couldn't feel his legs anymore. He could certainly feel everything else, including that orgasm tingling through his every nerve, leaving him all wiggly and squeaky. The sounds coming out of him were barely recognizable as his own voice, starting as a deep moan much more resonant than his usual tone, and only growing from there. He came inside the fallen angel while strange wails and even roars poured from his open mouth, as if he contained a whole legion of hell itself within him and they were escaping all at once. Shirazi held him by the wrists the whole time, keeping him down, offering unneeded assistance to make sure he stayed exactly where he was while that sheep drained him of his cum, if not his energy, taking that cream within her womb with a mostly indifferent expression on her face. Though he could feel her clenching, tightening, contracting as she milked him to the point of numbness, even discomfort, draining his balls beyond dry. Only when he started to scrunch up his face did she stop, suddenly relaxing and rising from him with a silky, sopping squelch.

"Hey!" Shirazi fussed. "That was good corruption! I'm gonna have to go find that now."

Iniko ignored the comment. Instead, she ran her hands along his belly, squeezing him here and there. She was very strong, maybe even more so than Shirazi. Max could just tell, feeling the restrained power behind even those tiny touches. But she was being gentle. Even her voice had grown somewhat less grumpy. She only seemed moderately annoyed with the world when she spoke.

"You did well, Max. I hardly had to hold back. I wonder. While I have you here, tell me something. Be honest."

Her eyes gave a brief flash, and the blue faded to something paler with every breath until they were a pure, glimmering white like she'd captured two tiny moons in her skull. Shirazi clapped excitedly.

"Ooh, she's going to do the thing!"

Iniko pointed those featureless eyes to Max. Somehow he could still tell she was looking directly at him while she spoke.

"Tell me your deepest fantasy. What pleases you the most to imagine?"

There was no holding back, no thinking about it. The truth leapt to Max's lips as surely as if he were being puppeted by a dark ventriloquist.

"I want to ... I want to lie down, and fall asleep while Mistress strokes my fur ... and to just ... feel her close by, knowing she's happy and feels good."

The sheep scowled at that answer, and directed her wrathful gaze of truth to the demoness.

"You don't deserve him," she flatly stated. "And you know it."

Shirazi's response was strangely sombre.

"I know."

She shrunk beneath that holy gaze, tensing her shoulders, making herself look small. Iniko's voice became a growl.

"Tell me. Will you ever do anything to hurt him? Because if you do - I'll be coming for you."

Despite the fearful posture, Shirazi's answer came confident and firm.

"No."

Iniko grunted, gritting her teeth a second. Then she simply nodded.

"Fine. Anyway. Let's try that again. Hey, Max." She still hadn't brought her eyes back to normal, but they seemed less intense than before. "I meant sexual fantasy. What would turn you on the most right now?"

He couldn't fight against it. He was compelled to spill his secrets, fully and explicitly, babbling them out without any sort of filter.

"I want ... I want to see what it feels like if Mistress has a pussy. Maybe she'll let me lick it, and even push me inside of it and hold me in her womb a while ... and maybe while I'm there if it's not too much to ask I bet you'd look really good with a cock miss Iniko, and I don't know if you're friends or not but if you were fucking while I was in there, I bet it'd feel really good for all of us, and ..."

Shirazi's sharp cackle made him stop. She squeezed Max on the shoulders, scooting so his head was between her thighs.

"Weasel! Why didn't you tell me about all this? I'd love to change for you! Demons love sexy shapeshifting!"

Iniko's eyes were blue again. Her expression otherwise hadn't changed. He was free to speak as normally, which was to say, the truth wasn't being compelled out of him anymore. And he really couldn't answer that question anyway.

"I guess ... it seemed like too much."

She scoffed and didn't bother to answer. Instead, she just pressed the top of his head against the sleek lips of her newly-acquired demon pussy. It was effortless for her. She didn't even have to snap her fingers to make a modification to her body. In a breath, she was soaking wet where her cock had been, those black lips glistening, putting out a sweetly pheromonal scent that had Max turning over just so he could immerse himself in it all the more. Though he did spare a glance back at Iniko, just to see how she'd reacted to all of that. And what a sight she was.

That black tower angel cock was adorned with a Jacob's ladder of golden piercings, leading up to an imposing ring at the top. They added girth and stimulation to what was already an impressive shaft. It was thick enough to look like it belonged to her, and complimented by a pair of balls that were nearly as big as her massive fists. She idly ran two fingers along its length, helping her dick grow to impatient stiffness, already putting out a shot of pre to soar across the expansive ocean of a bed. In moments, the scents in the room had shifted. Shirazi's had grown softer, more feminine, thick with potent pheromones that ensured he was mesmerized, drawn in and dazed, compelled to taste her and fill his mouth with that rich flavour. Meanwhile, Iniko brought some sweat and musk to the empty room, her sweet spice more intense than before as she pulsed before the wriggling weasel. He almost felt nervous taking his eyes off of her, and that weapon of hers, but he couldn't resist Shirazi's cunt any longer.

It tasted just as good as he'd imagined. He slopped his tongue all over it in an unusual display of immodesty, slurping and dragging, working up and down to glaze her with his saliva. She moaned for him just like he hoped she would, wrapping her stripey thighs around his head, keeping him locked in there while he made out with those dripping lips. Pushing deeper, he ate her out with a scooping stroke of her tongue, digging into those sleek black insides, kissing against the smooth texture of her skin. He could feel her clenching, squeezing, dripping for him with such need. Maybe he would have loved to get on top and fuck her, to show her how much he adored her with every thrust, but he couldn't move from the clasping hold of her thighs. And when Iniko shifted, he was even less inclined to move, soon finding himself beneath her shadow, and then her weight.

If he were a regular person, he might have been convinced of his impending death. Getting mounted by a sheep that size, feeling her gripping him by the hips, humping against his pretty little white butt with all the force of a rutting ram, that was intimidating. And he didn't get scared easily. Mistress was there for him of course, but even she seemed nervous around the fallen angel. Just what was Iniko capable of that even a demon feared her? Those thoughts vanished from his head, fucked right out when that fat dick pushed inside of him, grinding briefly at his rear before just going for it. It was a stretch, yet somehow his body accomodated her girth without so much as a complaint. Maybe there was something supernatural about the way she fit that fat sheep cock in his backside, even if it meant leaving a bulging outline on his trim white belly. He felt those piercings dragging along his insides, adding even more stimulation to what was already a greatly overwhelming experience. He yelped out between Shirazi's legs, feeling himself schlurping past the resistance of those lips, helped along by that forceful hump. He was stuffed, bulging, stretched, and overstimulated to the point of barely able to cope. It felt like every single one of those piercings channelled his energy, like each one was taking from him, then giving it right back, doubling up his pleasure until he just blew a load the very second he felt Iniko's big fat balls touch against his backside. She didn't let that stop her from fucking him right up into the demon's sex.

Thump went her cock, spanking him with those balls and shoving him deep into Shirazi. He might have liked to savour her for longer, but he couldn't argue with the new situation. Delving into that sleek cavern was pure bliss. He could feel her squeezing in around him, massaging him, welcoming him as she took him into her waiting womb. It was a warm place, a gentle place. The darkness wasn't scary, it was comforting, helping lull him to a relaxed state even as he got his ass plowed hard by the plump and brutal sheep. He could hear her snorting, even buried in Shriazi's sex like that, gulping down those juices, swallowing her flavour until it was all he could perceive. His cock still twitched as Iniko rammed into him, soon burying her shaft inside the demoness right along with the weasel. She fucked until Max was just a pair of legs sticking out from Shirazi's pussy, wiggling his toes, going off into another orgasm that soaked her insides just as she tucked him away into her demonic womb.

He thought he could hear voices in there, whispering in the darkness, but it was otherwise the most comfortable place he'd ever been. There was no draining, no melting, nothing to harm him while he was there. The air was thick, but breathable, ensuring he stayed in that contented state. He was still aroused, still enjoying all the shared energy that the two rivals were generating. Though he was much more relaxed than Shirazi was, for certain. She was screeching with laughter as Iniko slipped from Max's depths and instead sank deep inside of her, forcefully pounding her. There was violence in her every motion, thumping that demoness like she meant to destroy her, and all the hyena could do was flail and scream and sometimes moan.

"Fuuuuuck, Maaaaax ... what did you get me into?"

Iniko was beyond talking, instead just grunting and snorting like an angry bull, glaring down at that stripey mess as she drooled and shook and squirmed beneath her strength. She held the demon in place, forcefully pounding her, annihilating her until she was barely even giggling. All Shirazi could muster was a dull, broken snicker as she got hatefucked by the sheep, letting all that anger, all that animosity coming out at once as she pushed her own strength to its limit. Max was meanwhile feeling that cock intruding on his chamber again and again. That might have been painful for anyone who wasn't a demon, but Shirazi endured, starting to clench up, tighter and tighter, wetter, hotter. Max felt like he was being partly cooked in there, but he still loved it, sweating with his overstimulated Mistress, sharing in the devastated feeling she was getting out of that brutal fuck. He could tell she liked it, no matter how rough Iniko got with her.

There was something that made him so happy to feel them both cumming. He could still feel the distrust and even hatred that existed between them like an aura. But in that moment, they were pleasuring each other. Iniko's shaft throbbed thickly, bulging with the load pumping through it, and Shirazi clenched tight as she erupted, squirting on the sheep's round belly, soaking her with juices while the angel flooded her weasel-stuffed womb. The scent of hyena was briefly absent as Iniko doused him in cream, pouring it over him until he was swimming in it, partly immersed. It smelled silky and sweet, to the point he couldn't help but dip down and taste it, swallowing some of it down, and letting the rest simply infuse him with a warm, enticing scent. He felt their two orgasms washing over them, those sighs and grunts and that little laugh that came stronger from the demon, if still a little shaky. Cum flooded the bed, overflowing over the demon's thighs, running down Iniko's thick nuts and clinging to her wool. She puffed some steam and pulled out with a fat POP, spurting over the hyena's swollen belly, painting the outline of the weasel in her seed.

"Noooot bad ..." Shirazi puffed, her tongue flopped over the side of her jaws, thick with drool.

"It was for him. Not you," came Iniko's gruff reply, like a snarl.

"You enjoyyyyed it." Shirazi grinned sharply. "I can hear it in your voice. You wanna fuck more often, angelface? I'll let you be on top!"

"Spare me, demon. We're not friends."

"I think we arrrrrrre."

"Hmph." The sheep straightened up, kneeling above the splattered demon, watching the cum trickling from her pussy. She folded her arms. "There's no sense arguing with you. Take care of him. And tell him he's welcome to seek me out if he needs some time away from you and your voice."

"My voice?" Shirazi gave a whoop of laughter, shivering all over, vibrating around Max as she shouted her reply as gratingly as possible. "What's wrong with my voice? You're just being mean for the sake of it!"

"Whatever. Leave me be. You're evicted."

She waved her hand dismissively, and then there was the club again. It was just as before, even playing the same song, except now the demoness was sprawled across one of the booths, her womb filled out beyond pregnant-looking. She rubbed that bulged and cooed to Max inside her, taking a good drink of his energy, then settling down and just idly draining him every moment that womb massaged him with its soft squeezes and flexes. Iniko was gone. Perhaps she was still back in her realm. Max felt sad that he didn't get to give her a proper goodbye or thank her for all the fun. She still seemed sad and angry by the end of it all, but maybe he'd managed to help her have a nice time, at least for a little while? Though she really didn't seem to like his Mistress. That was okay. He'd just have to adore her all the more to make up for it.

He closed his eyes, hearing the muffled thumping of the music mixing with Shirazi's unstable heartbeat. Her inner workings were hardly normal, operating off-rhythm, as if they did whatever they wanted. Still, they brought him comfort, and helped him to drift off to a deep, blissful sleep there in the demon's womb. It held him and kept him, bulging and stretching her to an attractively rounded, curvy shape. He bounced up and down as she moved, cutting through the crowd, still totally naked and visibly swollen, making her way back to that secret entrance to walk on through the club. By then, he was already dreaming, totally unconscious inside of her, happily murmuring her name as he slept. But somehow he could see her.

It might have just been a weird dream. Those hollow places had left an impression on him, spooking him to the core. He found himself watching her moving through the darkness, pushing from room to room in that deep, echoing place. It was as if he was floating outside his own body, given a new perspective to observe the hyena as she went. There was another presence there, lurking among the forgotten hallways, crouching in the dust. In his dream, he could feel them, warm and looming, aglow with energy unlike anything he'd ever felt before. When Shirazi stepped from grey-light tunnels and into the utter darkness, Max could hear a voice. Someone was singing there among the shadows, and it was enough to halt the engorged hyena in her tracks. Whoever it was wailing that mournful tone, she had the most lovely voice.