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The Circle

Warning: Do not put chalk and candles out in your garage to create a summoning circle and then paw off in the middle of it. That's a fire hazard. Oh, you thought I meant you might summon a daemon? Or five? Well, that's one more reason you shouldn't emulate this. This is fiction, after all, and if you emulate this you're only going to get disappointment. (This is a work of pornographic fiction involving a camshow, TF/TG, feminization, daemonic entities, m/m/m/m/f and a helldoggo proot. Do not read if this offends you or you are not of legal age to do so.)

*****

You could have done anything this fall after you finished your seasonal work at that organic farm. After three months of watering and feeding the worm bin, digging up potatoes, weeding rows, weedeating paths, repairing irrigation lines, and potting up plants into larger pots, you're... On Twitter.

Endless 240-character unhinged rants, unfunny videos, advertisements, and miles of political screeching are all you see, and yet, in between all the horrible things you've seen and how long you've been online and all the stupid shit people have said around you, you've gotten desensitized. You're not even surprised when you see literal extreme pornography on the site, untagged and un-marked. However, that doesn't even catch your attention even a little bit.

You see in your endless doomscrolling, a tweet saying, "I heard from a preacher that masturbation opens a portal for daemons. I guess he's trying to scare his fellow Christians, but it doesn't work on me, just makes me want to masturbate more~"

You pause before giving the tweet a Like and quote tweeting, "Well, I know what I'm gonna be doing tonight~" and smirking to yourself. You've always wanted to make something that shows how stupid those evangelicals are, and give people something that draws their attention. After all, nothing quite gets attention on social media like showing some skin, right?

*****

You smile a bit as you set up your camera and your streaming rig in your detached garage, at about the exact time you said you'd go live. You hit the "go live" button and send out the stream announcement before winking at the camera, though a blush crosses your face as you realize you're going to be showing off to a wide audience. "Hello you lovely people~" You croon into the camera. "Today we're going to be doing something to deal with those homophobic twits that say that daemons are summoned by spanking yer monkey, and hell, some of you will probably like the show!" You stretch theatrically before you grab a sulphur-laced stick of chalk and start to draw out a circle, plucked right from Dall-E 2. Once that's done, you undress, and take a set of candles out, both red and black, and set them in the nodes of the design, making sure to give the camera a good view of your rear end while you do so.

Immediately you hear a donation, which surprises you. You never really expect donations, they're usually super rare because you generally have only a few people watch any stream you make. You turn to the camera and blow a kiss. "Thanks for the donation~ I heard that, you thirsty, and just for that~" You finish lighting the last of the candles and sit in the middle of the circle, gently showing off your thin, yet toned form as you get your half-hard meat all the way to full mast, making a show of squeezing a little bead of pre off your fingertip and licking it off.

"You're in for a treat, everyone~" You let out in a husky, breathy tone as you start to stroke along your average length and make quite a show of jerking yourself. Your eyes fall half-lidded as you look over to you monitor, while keeping your eyes squinted so you look like you're still blissed-out and you read your script.

"Chaos, I pledge myseeeellf~ to your service! Bring unto me a sign, aaaaangh~ Aaaaaaand bless me with the powers to bring Order to its knees~ I offer unto you my form and my soul!" You then follow up something you got from a Simlish generator that sounds vaguely like whatever language the Dunwich Horror spoke in when talking about Yog-Sothoth, feeling yourself start to get halfway there as you hear a few more donations before suddenly, a breeze makes it from under the garage door, through the weather stripping, knocking your lights over and blowing the candles out, engulfing you in darkness and drawing a yelp of surprise from you. Suddenly, the air around you feels... Warm. You strain to see through the pitch blackness of the witching hour before a flash of lightning illuminates five figures, standing where the candles were.

You eek and scramble back to butt against a pair of strong, furry legs and the five figures leer down at you, now illuminated by the glow of their eyes and haloes of fire float above their heads.

"Ohhhh, what have we here~" "W-what?!" "We heard your attempt at invoking Chaos, and, well, your attempt was so amusing we just HAD to come say hello~" "B-but it was meant to be a bit!" "Oh, we know, your complete failure to properly speak the Littany of Binding was so adorable we just had to give you a pity party~" Another growled playfully, you blush heavily as you look up at the five faces. One's a tall, vulpine creature with a big pair of daemonic horns and a pentagram of his chest and massive ears, one's a cyborg creature with clockwork mechanisms exposed and brass armour melding with flesh, the third is a massive white and black hellhound with curved horns, fourth, a lithe black furred dragon, and the fifth, some kind of shark hybrid. All of them are as nude as you are, and all of them put your own size to shame as you blush heavily.

This wasn't what you had in mind! Why were you getting so worked up seeing them like this?? You were-

"You know, we could use a sixth member of our little coven~" "W-what?" "You sweet, innocent little mortal, you may have been joking, but you have the chance to pledge yourself to Chaos, if you want a better eternity- Body, mind, and soul- We're not all hellfire and brimstone, and punishment and evil, Order and Chaos are opposite, primordial forces, neither being evil or good, just diametrically opposed."

You pause. The idea intrigues you.

"W-what... Would that entail?" "Well, our realm is a realm of Chaos, if a rule doesn't make sense, we don't follow it, in Hell, we don't care where you come from or what you are, we don't have things like racism, sexism, and bigotry down there. No-one to tell you you're unworthy and only deserving of punishment, who holds the power to starve you into submission. You only submit to another if you consent. Rules that are unjust and only exist to give some power over others they will inevitably misuse deserve to be torn down.

You mull over this description. You have to tightly budget every day you're not working at the farms, as you can't grow crops in the middle of winter. Your seasonal work has driven you to have to live off of ramen and keeping your stomach full with tea some times when your pickings were especially slim. It would sound amazing to be free of this... But what else this dedication would entail, you are still slightly worried.

However, your mind is effectively made up. An eternity of freedom...

Your head nods before you even know it is.

"Yes... I accept your offer." "Wonderful~" The hellhound play growls. "Let's get to it then~" You meep as all five of them kneel down to lift you bodily, your legs spread and your arms lifted by several arms as a few others start to feel you up, one stroking over your still partly hard shaft and another teasing at your exposed backdoor. Despite having had so long to calm down, you're painfully hard within seconds as you moan and the five daemons continue to feel up and lick and nibble at their offering.

It isn't long before the paw around your cock is replaced with a bifurcated tongue and the fingers in your ass are replaced with something much different. "Take a deep breath~" You tense up a bit as the cock teasing you but you blush heavily and do your absolute best to relax around his pointed tip. You mmph and gasp, he's huge! All of them are, but fuuuuuck, inside you it feels much bigger! You moan as you feel him ease in and spread you wide. You've never taken anything up there and it feels heavenly, if a bit uncomfortable. Why you didn't try this sooner, you have no idea as you lean your head back into the chest of the hellhound, who play growls and licks at your nose as he gently fucks your previously untouched ass.

You wiggle and mmph and clench needily as he gets spots in you you didn't know you had and two of the daemons nibble at your ears and shoulders as the hellhound makes out with you, his bifurcated tongue surging awkwardly into your maw as the daemon sucking your needy cock starts to up his pace, the hellhound only using this opportunity to match that pace, giving you more and more as you're railed from both ends with wild abandon.

Your body heats up and tingles with pleasure and a mysterious energy, which only grows more intense and you cry into your canine lover's maw as two of the daemons start tweaking at your nipples, which become sensitive and rock-hard. Your voice cracks as you whimper out, wiggling your hips, panting through your nose as you start to wrestle tongues with the hellhound, who murrs and growls playfully into your maw as the paws over your chest seem to find more to grope, your ears becoming very sensitive as you can hear the donations on the stream start to pour in.

The thought that people are getting off to this immediately sets you off. Your climax hitches your breath in your throat as you start to fill the maw between your legs with your seed, each lick and suckle now becoming more and more concentrated as you feel yourself... Immediately going soft.

Confused, you blush and look down at yourself as you gasp. Your dick is gone! Instead, you see a drooling, wet slit that you instantly recognize. You look around at the others.

"Love those beautiful ears~"

"Your armour is coming in so well!"

"Thicc proot thighs~"

You blush heavily as your legs reshape into a digitigrade form, the thighs thickening and becoming armoured, displays winking to life and displaying your crude AI generated attempt at a circle. You can see your chest has been covered in a plate that resembles a rather sizable pair of breasts- Which one of the furs immediately detaches to reveal exactly what you were afraid you'd see.

"Dear god, they're massive! Aaaaaand seeensitiiiive~!" You moan, in a slightly mechanical, high-pitched, sensual voice as the shark daemon idly grabs your rump and strokes at your growing tail as he grinds against your needy slit. "Ready? Me giving you my load will make this permanent..." You blush heavily as you nod, watching fur cover your skin. "C-cum in me, e-every hole must be filled~!" You pant in a needy, husky tone as you're quickly laid back against the chest of the cyborg, who wastes no time pushing his warm brass rod into your rear port and winding you up with his oily lubricant. You mmph and moan as the shark spreads your legs and immediately pushes in, the hellhound grabbing your growing curled horns and guiding your head back as he pushes into your now lengthening maw. The other two kneel beside your chest and their dicks thump against your exaggerated mammaries before they start to thrust between them and guide your paws to hold them together, as they grope at you as well.

You shudder, and moan as you're assaulted from all angles by more dick than you could ever want- Your senses blanked out by pleasure, by need, as your entire world becomes thrusting, throbbing meat. You revel in the taste of the hellhound, the subtle warmth of the mechanical hybrid, the strong scaled texture and pointed tip of the shark plowing your new virgin passage, and those caressing touches on your booba. Your body heats up and wiggles an writhes in pleasure as you moan, not from your throat, but you still vocalize your need and enjoyment as they start slow, slowly gaining more and more force as your face goes numb and your eyes close, your entire vision going white, though whether or not that's the pleasure or something covering your face, you have no idea. You don't need to know. You just need to take them!

Your dreamlike state soon comes close to an end as the hellhound's ponderous knot, and the other two, grow and butt against you, all of them huffing and growling in pleasure. "You want it, needy beeping bitch?~" "Yes! Fill me! Make me yours! I want nothing more than all of you!~" You moan, despite your throat being occupied by cock. All of them almost synchronize before you feel yourself be stretched wide, you jaw opening wide around the hellhound's knot as your ass and your cookie are soon after filled by fist-sized balls of flesh and breasts squeeze the same on the others, as you're soon filled with and covered in endless pearlescent seed, your own orgasm earth-shattering enough that you pass out from the sheer bliss.

****

You wake up in a nice bedroom, with Edwardian furniture and a giant four-poster bed, along with all five of those needy daemons in that coven. Your fur is caked in their issue and your legs are sore and shaky as you get up and waddle over to the mirror to get a look at yourself. What looks back is clearly a Protogen, with white and black fur, and black-and-crimson armour that looks like it was carved out of a piece of obsidian, teeming with strange glowing red runes and leylines, all the way to your curled daemonic horns. On your back, you now have a sensitive pair of feathered wings, of black and crimson, and your figure isn't just feminine.

It's to die for.

You soon blush and sit on the couch and try to collect your thoughts, examining your new form.

You barely have a few minutes before you feel warmth behind you and you turn around to see all five of those daemons standing behind you, paws on the backrest of the couch, all five of those massive tools standing at attention.

You can't help but wiggle... You're going to enjoy your eternity...