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A Leisurely Rampage

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By: Mune Cineroph

Kaspar Wraith, sorcerer, trickster, and all-around troublemaker, sat in the bay windows of his home overlooking his garden. The raven's vivid blue eyes traced the path of lunar moths dancing in the moonlight among the blooming Datura wrightii that spread out from his rooftop penthouse in a brilliant blanket of white to the edge of the building--sacred datura, beautiful night-blooming flowers, reflecting the silver sheen of the moon above. A steaming cup of tea rested in his feathered hands, its sweet aroma curling around his beak and filling his nostrils. It was peaceful.

The corvid raised his cup and sipped, tasting the bitter but sweetened liquid flow over his taste buds. Eyes closed to savour the flavour that filled their maw. The peace, solitude, and a warm cup of tea were excellent.

Once in a while.

The shadows whispered at his back. Mutterings that could be understood by no one but a few. The corvid, smiling his knowing smile, regarded the short, darkness-veiled fox that emerged from the shadows and bowed low at the waist.

"Lord Kaspar," the fox spoke in a voice that could barely be considered a whisper. "The hour grows late; shall I draw your bath?"

Kaspar rose, his silken bathrobe flowing against his curves and falling open. The inky black feline said nothing, unreactive as he always was of his master's physique. The corvid handed the empty teacup to his servant absently, his gaze drawn elsewhere to other whisperings in the darkness. "Yes, a bath, that would be most relaxing."

"Something troubles you, my Lord?"

Kaspar's eyes brightened, magic never far from the surface. He grinned cheekily, "It is peaceful here, isn't it."

"Does my Lord grow bored already?" The fox asked, a dark brow arching inquisitively over fathomless eyes that seemed to swallow all light.

The corvid chuckled, "Oh, by no means."

"But?"

"Oh, how you know me," Kaspar chirped, eyes bright with mirth.

Seeing the corvid was not about to elaborate; the vulpine bowed deeply once more. "Your bath shall be ready shortly, my Lord."

The shadows appeared to swallow the fox again, leaving the raven alone in his study. His curves, haphazardly draped in his silken bathrobe, looked like art against the backdrop of the garden beyond. His head turned to watch the path of moths once more and the soothing glow of his flowers. Kaspar had to admit to himself he was bored. Boredom was not a state he bore well. Things always got interesting when the bird grew bored, which happened more often than he liked to admit. He walked through his study, robe dragging behind him, shoulders and chest exposed to the moonlight. Feathers traced over tomes of books on one wall, caressing weathered spines. His mind wandered, thinking absently about what he could get up to to relieve the boredom before it threatened to consume him.

The raven moved through his home, his mind wandering, barely seeing the penthouse he called his abode. His feet guided him into the bathroom's steam, where a clawed tub sat full of scented water. His bathrobe flowed down the rest of his body like water, pooling upon the floor behind him. His attendant stepped from the shadows to pick up the garment and hang it. Kaspar paid him no mind, stepping into the water and lowering himself with a heavy sigh. He felt it through his plumage, tickling against his skin and soothing muscles. He sank himself, breathing in the scented steam.

"It is to my Lord's liking?"

"Yes. You treat me well, my dear." He sighed blissfully, leaning his head back and studying the ceiling above.

"My Lord has much on his mind, which often means trouble for one realm or another."

Kaspar's eyes closed, and he hummed softly, "Not so often as you make it sound."

The water shifted, and the level rose. Kaspian cracked one glowing eye to watch the midnight black vulpine step gingerly into the tub, a foot on either side of the corvid before lowering himself. Adjusting his position, he grasped the fox's hip and guided him into his lap. The soft churr eased Kaspian to close his eyes again and sigh with delight as a soft tongue licked up the side of his throat. Kaspar slid his hands from those smooth hips to the even more delicate rump, cupping those curvaceous cheeks. "You are a delightful prize, my servant."

"Thank you, my Lord."

Kaspar opened his glowing eyes to gaze into the inky darkness of the fox'. Those shadows shifted and eased back, letting the fox's eyes bleed to their authentic amber. The shadows eased back further, whisps of whispering darkness that drew away like a veil from his soul-bound slave. "Very few remain from that rampage, you know, Aronai. I delight that you've proven worth keeping over these last hundred years." He ground up into the fox, revealed to be a handsome cross fox, pressing his hardening length under his servant's tail. He watched in satisfaction as the cross fox's head rolled back and moaned, anal ring stretching over to accept the throbbing length of corvid girth, pressing deeply into that lithe body.

Kaspar smiled wide, his eyes bright with pleasure and the memory of claiming the fox and so many others--the memory of a rampage most invigorating.

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One hundred years prior.

The sun beamed down. The sound of cars and people, loud and ever-present, the sounds of a bustling city. Kaspar lay in the grass of a park, eyes closed to the world around him. Even so, he was aware of every passerby. He had hoped to escape his boredom by stepping into this reality, but nothing exciting happened. It was frustrating. The raven sighed.

"Why is life so cruel as to leave this poor corvid bored beyond all reason?" Kaspar complained to the clouds above.

Passersby glanced his way curiously before carrying on.

"Then it is up to this poor corvid to entertain himself once more, is it, universe?" Kaspar chuckled, mischief in his eyes.

The raven sat up. Magic hummed through his veins and the air around him, setting his eyes aglow. Kaspar rose, eyes falling upon a german shepherd jogging along the park path. He'll do to start, Kaspar thought with a smile. The dog was undoubtedly fit, with lean muscle and well-kept fur; Kaspar could only imagine how delightful the handsome fellow would feel entering him. Purposefully, he stepped into the canine's path.

The german shepherd began to move around him but stopped when he felt feathers subtly brush his shoulder. "Huh?"

"Hello, handsome," Kaspar's words dripped with honey, sweet and inviting. "I'd love to see what you look like without those unnecessary coverings."

"Is that supposed to..." the dog's voice trailed off, sinking into the corvid's vivid blue eyes.

Without another word, the dog's sweaty t-shirt was on the ground. His pants and underwear followed quickly, exposing his heavy sac and thick sheath. His tail wagged back and forth. Kaspar practically purred, slipping his shirt off and drawing the handsome canine against him, delighted that the other male was as beautiful as he had imagined. A feathered hand stroked along his fathering sheath, teasing that canine member free of its fleshy prison.

"Mm. Go ahead, lovely, wrap me up in your big, strong arms," Kaspar encouraged.

The dog practically lept forward, his arms wrapping around the corvid. Fur contacted feathers. Feathers rippled and then liquified where they were touching. Kaspar churred softly, eyes gleaming, "There we go, be mine, puppy."

The shepherd sunk in. Thick, viscous goop drooled over the canine's shoulders to slop down his back. The raven's eyes blazed bright with power. The dog sunk into the corvid's body, swallowed up darkly, embraced and drawn in by it to sink below the surface of Kaspar's own. With a soft gurgle, the dog vanished utterly, and the black ooze was replaced once more by feathers. The bird stretched, body flexing, the dog's mass becoming his own. His pants strained against the increase in mass.

"Oh dear, I really should have removed those."

With an exaggerated sigh, Kaspar dropped his pants and underwear. He felt the breeze tickle his stiff shaft, cooling the metal of his Jacob's ladder piercings. He delighted in the sensation for a moment. He felt the warmth of the canine's soul merging into his, taking in all those memories and thoughts and then closing them off in one of the many rooms in his mind. "For safekeeping," he chuckled softly.

"Now then," Kaspar purred.

A rabbit and cat rounded the bend, chatting boisterously with one another, not paying attention to the path they jogged. They paid attention when they jogged into the looming raven and stumbled back. The lapine hurriedly tried to apologize but fell silent upon laying eyes on the throbbing dick in front of his face. The feline's eyes climbed up the taller avian's body, taking in the toned abs and pectorals to meet vivid blue eyes that practically shone with amusement.

"Uhhh..." the cat swallowed, unable to form words.

"Tut tut, no need to speak," Kaspar teased, a wing wrapping around the rabbit to rest on the back of his skull before jamming his face into his yawning cum slit. "No need for names, no need for thoughts."

The cat's eyes widened in shock. The lapine squirmed; the musk filled his lungs, clouded his judgement and weakened his struggles. The throbbing glands drooled and dripped with arousal; the passage, slick and humid, drew him in deeper with an audible swallow. With a muttered word, magic shredded the rabbit's clothing, exposing the almost feminine curves of his twinkish frame. Kaspar was in heaven, the bulge sinking deeper into his aching length with wet, squelching tugs of the cute boy. The rabbit's feline friend took a shaking step back, a hand desperately trying to get his cell phone out to call for help.

"Oh, come now, let us have none of that," Kaspar purred.

The feathers of his shoulders ruffled and rippled, two inky appendages growing, thick and slick with viscous fluids. One of the tentacles lunged and wrapped itself around the cat's ankle and bore him into the air. He struggled and writhed, dangling upside down; his phone slipped from his pocket to clatter on the jogging path. The feline felt a burst of cool air, his clothes raining around him in shreds to expose him to the world. He would have been embarrassed had he not been dangling upside down by the raven, unceremoniously shoving his friend down his shaft.

The lapine groaned as he felt those walls squeeze and massage his body, clinging to him and tugging him that much deeper into all that heat and muskiness. He could see nothing but darkness ahead and feel the touch of feathers along his back to cup his plump behind. He felt the weight of the raven come to lay over his back, and the spreading of his cheeks before an explorative tongue licked down his sweaty crevice. A shiver of pleasure eased up his spine and jolted into his crotch, a warmth that bloomed in his belly to make his cock swell and begin to drool with growing need.

"Let us go, you freak!" the cat yowled.

"I do so love the vocal ones; you cry out the best when your ass is being gaped."

The free tentacle caressed around the cat's junk, and despite himself, his shaft slipped from his sheath, growing hard at the attention. He writhed and shuddered, trying to wriggle away, but it was useless.

"Shall we test? I do love confirming my theories."

The cat opened his mouth to protest, but when he felt that slick appendage press to his sphincter, any words turned to a surprised squeak. Then the tentacle applied pressure, opening up the tight, quivering ring bit by bit. Whatever the tentacle was coated in made its passage smooth, easing muscles and increasing the pleasure receptors of the nerves it touched. The cat was soon yowling out in pleasure, eyes rolling back and tongue hanging out as the sensations jolted up and down his spine to stimulate the pleasure center of his brain beyond anything he had ever felt. The tentacle only became girthier as it pressed deeper, opening the cat's tailhole wider than he had ever experienced, more significant than any toy he had ridden.

"Mm. I will consider that confirmation of the theory then, yes?" Kaspar's shaft throbbed hard, the lapine in up to his hips, his cotton tail fluttering about. "Alas, there is much more to get up to, my two cuties."

The tentacle pressing into the feline's squelching tunnel righted itself, the one holding the cat's ankle releasing the limb. The cat remained aloft on the tentacle, pushing deeper, aided by gravity, into his body, bulging his belly with its prodigious size. He stared unseeing through glazed-over eyes as the appendage that released him loomed before him. The tip nuzzled under his chin, stroking him almost lovingly before it opened wide to reveal a cavernous tunnel. There was no processing of what he saw before he was engulfed in one squelching swallow up to his hips. The slick fluids clung to his white fur, easing his passage into the bulging tentacle as it consumed him inch after delectable inch.

Kaspar returned his attention to the rabbit. He nuzzled the tan rump before pushing it firmly into his glands. The sensation was intense, making the avian shiver in delight. Squelching warmth and heat, the feeling of a body stretching him out, so beautifully outlined by his member. He traced over the belly of his shaft to feel the curves of the lapine trapped within before it gave another wet, squelching swallow that drew the rabbit's hips in, bending that pretty cock back for one last tease of feathers on flesh by the bird.

Had anyone come upon them, quite the sight would have greeted them. Kaspar moaned, eyes rolling back as his cock throbbed and drew the lapine ever deeper into his loins. His tentacles helped one another, thrusting up into the feline's ass; one drove the poor cat more, plunging into the second tentacle that audibly gulped and swallowed the moaning kitten into its ravenous gullet.

"You were always meant to be mine. Welcome home, cuties," Kaspar whispered, breathing heavily, and gaze met gaze.

The cross fox's bicycle lay forgotten in the grass. He did not run. Nor did he call for help. He watched as the avian consumed his prey. He took in the sight of that throbbing member, claiming those long, runner's legs of the bunny. He witnessed the moaning, shuddering form of the cat, only the feline's splaying toes left outside the tentacle that devoured him. With the slick, squelching sound of one tentacle pulling free from another, he could but imagine how gaped the cat's hole remained while he was being worked down the long length of the appendage that encased it in squeezing, encompassing warmth and tightness.

"Well. Hello. Aren't you a beautiful cross fox," Kaspar greeted sweetly. "You seem to have stumbled upon me at an awkward moment."

The cross fox nodded. He was breathing heavily, cheeks flushed. Before his eyes, the lapine's legs vanished utterly, and the feet were slurped up into the drooling expulsion of sticky precum. The feline's bulge pressed against the base of the tentacle. Kaspar's eyes fluttered, and his beak opened in a gasp of what Aronai could only imagine was ecstasy from the way his back arched and precum spurt from his swollen glands. The thick and sloppy sound of a hefty swallow could be heard from where he stood, witnessing the scene. The bulge that had been a white kitty sunk into the bird's body to slowly swell his belly to look like he had swallowed a basketball, not a whole cat.

Kaspar churred, idly stroking over the slight bulge of his belly. It gurgled wetly, the cat's face pushing out in a yowling whine. He paid it no mind except to press it gently back in to be absorbed. Within seconds, his belly was back to toned flatness. His sac sagged with the presence of its guest. He, too, would take little work. It was apparent the cross fox was not about to run away or yell for help. He clenched with a grunt of effort, his nuts pulling up tight to his groin. The lapine groaned within, his form outlined by tight, sweltering flesh. With a heavy slosh, they dropped back down, only to clench up again. Over and over again, the bird squeezed his sac around the writhing, moaning bunny. With every squeeze and clench, there was less rabbit for the voyeur fox to make out. Kaspar grinned and gave one last squelching clench before his balls settled, heavy with the cummified remnants of the lapine.

The surge of two souls swallowed up by his own made him squawk in bliss. His cock, turgid with lust, flexed and quivered before finally blasting his thick white seed across the path and the grass. Torrent of rich cum, steaming in the cool air, painted grey and green into a thick, pearly white. He slowly grew a few more inches in height, those slight cuties adding to his curves in delightful ways. Their souls winked out, their memories claimed and locked away for him to look at when he pleased.

Aronai trembled at the sight but could not help the arousal that dampened his sex. The wetness was evident to even the most cursory of glances. "Oh, gods."

"No gods here, beautiful little fox," Kaspar captured a string of drooling cum from his tip and licked the feather clean. The flavour of cum churned rabbit made him grin. "Just me."

The cross fox walked haltingly forward. All it took was a look, and Aronai was removing his hoody, his t-shirt, then his stained track pants and underwear. Words were unnecessary; he knew what the bird wanted at a glance. There was no point resisting. He just knew. The widening grin of the corvid made him shiver in excitement. When Kaspar turned and raised his tail feathers, Aronai nearly closed the distance at a run. He did not even need to bend down with how the bird had grown, the fox's head level with that sexy ass. He buried his muzzle in those soft rump cheeks, the musk filling his nostrils. Soap. Orange blossoms. Cypress and sandalwood. And pure, unadulterated male musk. The sweat matted the fur of his muzzle.

"I do so love when they are eager."

The corvid's additional appendages moved down to caress the lovely creature's back, exploring the curves of the cunt-boy's delicious body. They ease between his thighs, teasing over those dripping, needy folds and quivering, eager tailhole.

"You did not run. You did not call for help. So, what is it you desire by staying to be consumed?" Kaspar asked sweetly, easing those tentacles into those openings, drawing a sweet moan of bliss from the fox. "Because, no matter what, you will be consumed. Run or not. Resist or not."

Aronai could not answer. There were no words. He felt the jolts of pure pleasure as those tentacles pressed up into him, showing a delightful bulge in his abdomen as tailhole and pussy were so well filled by girthy tendrils. The coating of those appendages worked their magic, driving the pleasure centers of his brain wild. He buried his face deeper into that ass to lick over the sweat hole of the bird, to drag his tongue over that musky opening. He felt the bird ease back, squatting down slightly, hole opening to envelop his narrow muzzle in head and scent.

"Perhaps that is it? You saw, and you knew where you belonged? So you chose to embrace your fate wholeheartedly, hmm?"

Did the bird expect an answer? Aronai groaned in response, his fem sex quivering, juices dripping down his inner thighs off the tentacle and his mound. His ass stretched to the extreme, ached with the desire to be slammed into, to be used, to be claimed. The bird may not have been a god, but the way he affected his mind, Aronai could think nothing less of the creature. The cross fox felt that ring stretch over him, accommodating his face, sliding ever so slowly over his ears, pinning them to his skull, anal slime working into his fur and matting it.

"You want to be mine. I see." Kaspar crooned, "Then. BE MINE!"

The tentacles thrust hard into Aronai's body. With a wet squelch, the cross fox vanished up to his waist. His arms were pinned at his sides. His brain swam in musk and heat, lost to the tight anal walls that clung to his frame. It did not even cross his mind to fight. Was the bird right? Was this where he belonged? Stuffed up the ass of a studly corvid to disappear forever? Aronai's breathing quickened, and his pulse began to race. The tentacles slid in and out of his slick holes, dripping with the fluids from the invading appendages, the slick juices of his fem sex, and his anal slime, drooling down to add to the mess on the path.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

Aronai heard the muffled voice through those undulating walls that drew him still deeper. So, too, did he hear the sudden cries of more than one person. He heard distantly the sucking slurps and squelches that he recognized as the sound of the bird's tentacles consuming prey. He realized the bird likely grew additional tentacles so he could keep pleasuring him. He even felt the shift in weight as the newly swallowed dropped into the bird's stomach, what seemed to be two prey. Buried halfway up that sexy ass, he could hear the desperate cries from the belly above as it churned and gurgled. Somehow, louder still, was the silence that preceded the bird's growth. Aronai's feet left the ground entirely with the surge in size, his paws dangling, toes splaying in pleasure with every thrust of those tentacles into his body. Soon, he only felt the cool air of the outside world on his paws. The tentacles slid out of him and, almost lovingly, tucked his toes in past the ring, the passage easing closed behind him.

The cross fox was wholly entombed in musk, anal slime, and darkness. The heat was all around him, squeezing and squelching down so wetly. Drawn ever deeper with every clench and squeeze. The world faded further and further behind him. It no longer mattered. His world was no more than this musk--the heat of the walls that undulated and rippled, clinging to every inch of his over-sensitized body. Those walls squeezed down nice and slow, pressing in as if to tell him, you belong here. His eyes drifted closed slowly, and with it, his consciousness faded.

Kaspar sighed and patted his belly, feeling the last of the cross fox absorbed. He felt the soul sink into his own, drawn in and unmade like any other, rewoven into his being as it was always meant to be. It was nearly intimate, if not devastating, to the soul unravelled. Kaspar put those memories, those thoughts, that personality into its box but notes that this one he would definitely be having future fun with. The shadows embraced the precious morsel.

"Now then..." Kaspar chuckled, four tentacles curling over his shoulders, dripping in anticipation.

He stood over twelve feet in height, looming over the path, so he could not be blamed that the next three to stumble upon him did not notice him at first. He made quick work of them, their bulges writhing down the length of two of his tentacles. The third, a dragon, he was savouring, swallowing the bulky frame while his tongue teased more sensitive parts. His throat bulged with the heft of the beast, but in the end, he proved no less complicated than the rest and slid down his gullet to sink into his already writhing gut. Within moments, they, too, were a part of him, and he grew in height.

Vivid blue eyes flicked towards the nearby buildings. He had a ways to go to enjoy his rampage properly. "Ah, well, far be it for me to complain."

The raven walked with purpose towards the downtown core. Shocked glances turned his way before being swept up by the impish corvid to be consumed and fuel his growth. Every soul unmade was remade into more mass for him. He would have to deal with the waste byproduct of their destruction later, he knew. For the moment, however, he enjoyed every squirm and struggle as, one after another, he added to the prey count.

Kaspar over the streets, entering the line of buildings at over a hundred feet in height. People panicked below. The corvid, grinning, opened a feathered hand and concentrated his magic. A swirling vortex opened within his maw, the wind whipping through the street. Citizens cried out in shock, lifted from the ground and sent hurtling towards the bird. His beak gaped wider, drool spattering the nearby building, whipped around by the cyclonic forces of the spell. People sucked inwards, crashing into the raven's hungry maw, bulging his cheeks until, with a clack, the vortex was cut off, as were the screams of the people within. One thick, wet swallow was all it took to send the considerable bulge sliding downwards into his growling belly. The world almost seemed to shrink around him as he grew. The screams within his gut were silenced in a mighty clench and wet gurgling growl of satisfaction.

The raven's tentacles lashed out, crashing through the windows of the buildings around him and sweeping through them. Screams lasted only moments before the captured lives were absorbed directly into their goopy surfaces. He would make sure no one died wastefully within the collapsing structures. Tentacles liquified and surged up through the crumbling spaces, down through the lower levels, claiming every person they encountered. Kaspar felt every single one, taken into his body, liquified, absorbed into more material for his use. Satisfied, his tentacles reassembled themselves from all that goop and tore out of the structures, allowing them to crash to the earth in dust and debris.

The sensation of so many souls absorbed made the bird's heart race, his pulse quicken; the pleasure was intense. His shaft could not stop drooling down on abandoned cars and broken concrete, filling in the cracks with his viscous, musky fluids. Two hundred feet of raven goodness towers over the people below. He may not stand higher than some skyscrapers, but that did not matter. What mattered was the heat in his loins, the souls unravelled within him, being absorbed in their entirety with no escape.

He felt every one of them, their thoughts and memories and personalities claimed and locked away, their soul stuff broken down, fueling his power. That was all they were in that moment. Perhaps all they were ever meant to be. There may be some fun ones among them he could look at creating simulacrums to enjoy again, like that delectable cross fox. But here. Now. He huffed and grinned impishly, licking his beak as he stroked his shaft. His feathered hand pumped along those throbbing glands, aching with the need to release. He could still feel prey writhing within his sac, fighting for their lives, for their souls, for their very existence. His nuts clenched and squelched and gurgled noisily, snuffing one after another with every pump of his raging hard-on. He hunched over, a hand resting on the nearest building for balance. The swirling sensations of ecstasy were nearly too much. Another soul snuffed and absorbed, another burst of bliss. Every surge of energy released from a soul's demise makes his cock jerk hard and spurt precum onto crumbled concrete and glass.

"Gods... don't stop fighting now, little prey..." Kaspar moaned out.

Kaspar's tentacles liquified, slopping down to the streets below, then expanded outwards. A sea of black ooze that stretched out through the streets. It seeped into buildings, up through the different floors, engulfing all it came across. The city could do nothing to stop it. Kaspar grunted and moaned and stroked himself rigorously, eyes rolling back and tongue hanging out of his gaping beak. Out and out, that ooze stretched, consuming every lifeform it ensnared. Only when the city was devoid of life did it surge back to its host. Climbing up his talons, legs, and thighs to press up under his tail feathers.

The corvid cried out, and the lake of black goop came rushing into him, gaping at his pliable tailhole. Every soul of the city surged into him, dragged in by the goopy mess that was all part of his being. Wet slurping went unheard by anyone but him because there was no one, but him left to hear it. His asshole quivered, tunnel working hard to suck it all up, funnelling all that was now his into his gluttonous body. With a squelching pop, the last of the thick slop was sucked into his hole and his ass clenched shut. He squawked and shot his load. Cum erupted like a geyser to wash away vehicles in a cascade of pearly white jizz. His anal tunnel clenched down with the force of his orgasm, his anal muscles tightening and claiming every single one in an instant. A city wiped out by his lust and hunger. His muscles tensed and jerked again and again, shooting thick gobs of musky cum, white-washing buildings and streets, flooding the lower level of structures and storm drains.

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What felt like an eternity, his orgasm went on. Only when he finally came down did he sense the cramping in his guts that told him he had reached his limit. He thought nothing of squatting down where he stood, his tail feathers up. His bowels worked around the remnants of the unnecessary byproduct of absorbing so many souls. He felt the heat of it pressing down through the tight passages, squeezing down towards his already relaxing entrance. The ring of flesh parted to expose the tip of the flowing mass.

Kaspar huffed, releasing his still drooling and dripping shaft. His sphincter opened wider, muscles of his rectum easing the glowing mass further out, steaming in the cool air outside his body. Swirls of colour, blues, oranges, greens, reds, purples, all swirled within the mass. Consciousnesses snuffed out, memories collected, and in some cases, personalities stored to toy with again. The corvid eased out the mess of what was once the very lives of the people he consumed, pressing out the soft log in a steady strand of soul waste that came to coil between his talons.

There was no one left to witness what remained of the people of the unfortunate city. To see their existences reduced to a coiling, steaming pile of soul shit in their cum soaked streets. The bird sighed in delight, feeling the sludge squeezed from his guts, what remained of the souls reintroduced to their old lives in a state they had always been destined to come to. The pile kept growing, squelching from the hole above until Kaspar finally squeezed his asshole shut. He was sure there would be more to expel later, but he figured it had to be most of it. The pile of glowing shit was twenty feet high and completely blocked all four streets that entered the intersections.

"Hmm... I suppose it is time to return home..." Kaspar eyed the steaming waste. "You were all delicious; I appreciate your contributions."

The shadows giggled; Kaspar grinned his mischievous grin and returned from whence he came, vanishing into the shadows of a skyscraper.

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"Nng! Mmf!"

Kaspar's back arched, and he shot his load into the cross fox straddling him. Aronai cried out in pleasure, his fem sex soaking their groins in slickness. The swelling of the fox's abdomen happened quickly, loaded with the raven's thick seed. The bird's cock throbbed hard, every jerk and spasm felt by the moaning fox. The swelling did not stop until his belly looked as if he were stuffed with a beachball.

Kaspar, huffing, grinned wide at his servant, "You look good."

Aronai groaned, "My... my Lord... what were you thinking about to climax like that?"

"Let me show you, my dear."

Kaspar's beak gaped and descended over the cross fox's head.

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