The Demon's Deed
The Demon's Deed
By Dalkiel - with help of Anonymous
It had been a long night for Bobby and his friends. Hitting the clubs on a night out, they had become well and truly wasted, laughing and giggling as they walked along the brightly lit street, occasionally swinging around lampposts. Bobby in particular had had quite more than his usual share of beer and cheap wine; even though he was a college sophomore and more to the chubby side, he wasn't a very heavy drinker usually.
Bobby laughed and nodded to his friends, "Right, gotta take a piss somewhere... I'll gonna split off and go home, see you tomorrow, 'kay?", said his goodbyes and turned into a smaller side street.
Stumbling along the street, he searched for an appropriately placed dumpster or other item to take a leak at, and decided to turn into an even smaller alleyway behind a shop. Just as he started to drunkenly fumble with his fly, he felt a hand on his shoulders.
Turning around, he growled, "Goddamn Phil, you damn stalke....", then paused in disbelief, his muzzle wide open, as he stared at the person that had approached him, his eyes narrowing to slits.
"You."
There was a fox standing in front of him, maybe a few years younger than him, slender looking, quite effeminate. The dingo sneered and spit on the floor. "You still look like the same old shitfag you were in highschool, Andrew."
The lithe fox just smiled at the dingo. "Still the same old bully, Bobby?"
Bobby growled, trying to grab the fox, "I'm gonna smash your stupid face up again if you don't piss off right now, just like I did five years ago, you bloody asshole."
The fox chuckled, "Bobby, Bobby.... you can't hurt me anymore. Nobody can."
As the dingo grabbed him by the collar, ripping through his shirt, the fox raised his head, Bobby's eyes going wide upon noticing the large, blue strangulation marks standing out on the otherwise red fur, a cut off noose hidden under Andrew's garment.
Andrew narrowed his own eyes, staring back at the shocked dingo, his pupils gleaming red. "It's payback time, Bobby. One by one, you'll pay for what you all did to me."
The moment the boy had spoken these words, his body started to distort and change shape in the most bizarre fashion; his skin literally ripped apart, hanging in shreds as his frame became both bulkier and much, much larger. Thick horns protruded through the remains of the now former teenage fox, flesh ripping apart as feet were replaced by hooves.
Bobby, overwhelmed by the sudden change of his former rival, instinctively closed his eyes as blood from the rupturing body sprayed his face and front, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "What the....", he said as he opened his eyes again, but the sentence was left unspoken as he gawked in both awe and sheer terror at the creature that now towered in front of him, a wet spot forming on his pants as he pissed himself in fear.
His former victim had turned into a hellish nightmare of a demon, at least nine feet tall, a strange creature somewhere between a very bulky bull and an oversized lizard. He stared with his muzzle wide open, piss soiling his pantlegs, flabbergasted at the enormous creature. Sat upon two broad shoulders was a large head with glowing red eyes, two massive horns, and, more worryingly, a large muzzle with three rows of jagged, razor-sharp teeth. The demon's bulky, massive chest moved slowly as the creature inhaled, slowly getting off his feet.
His feet indeed, as once the demon stood to his full height, Bobby noticed the two pulsing, barbed members that were just at head's height for him. Already fully erect just mere seconds after the demon had shed his disguise, they oozed a yellow, pus-like substance with a distinct, sulphuric smell. Bobby dropped to his knees, retching, and as the demon stepped closer, vomiting massively, coughing and hacking as the mere presence of the hellbeast overpowered him.
The demon stood by for a moment, watching the dingo soil himself and throw up with amusement, then a large hooved hand reached down to grab him by the neck and swept him off the floor with no effort. Bobby let out a low, frightened whimper, his regurgitated last meal dripping down from his muzzle and his now ruined clothes, soaking into his garments with the frightened piss he had released, and, as the demon raised the dingo close to the beast's jagged muzzle, he also shit himself out of fear, the dingo closing his eyes and whimpering as he faced what he deemed his final destiny.
Just as Bobby thought the demon would swallow him for good though, the beast's movements came to a halt. Frightened to death, dripping with his waste, he opened an eye, feeling the disgusting breath of his tormenter ruffle his fur. With his free hand, the demon tugged on his garments and ripped them off Bobby's body. He felt the wind tickle his soiled fur, his wet pants sliding off easily. The dingo threw up again, his throat burning with his stomach acid as he sprayed what little he had left against the demon's abdomen. The beast emitted a low growl, and tightened his grip around Bobby's body, painfully so as several ribs cracked.
The demon turned his body upside down, and slowly lowered Bobby onto his cocks - he squirmed at the sudden realization of what this hellish creature was -really- after, but was not in a position to protest. Pushing against the massive hand that held him would be both futile and painful, so he closed his eyes again as his muzzle neared the demon's barbed and ribbed cocks, half-choking on the residual vomit inside his muzzle.
Then, the demon rammed his cock into Bobby's muzzle.
Bobby hadn't realized how huge the twin meat really was, but now that it was rapidly being shoved down his throat, he quickly realized it was not only massive, but dangerously massive. As the two cocks, each a foot long, forcibly straightened out his neck, he groaned around them and shit himself again. Thick logs broke off from his sphincter, dropping onto the demon's hand, then being smeared against the demon's slick, vomit-stained abs, the dingo wriggling desperately in a futile attempt to get into a position that wouldn't kill him outright or at least hurt less while doing so.
The creature eventually loosened his grip, leaving Bobby free to dangle as the demon shafts throbbed deep inside his throat, making him gag and struggle for breath. The foul sulphuric precum churned inside him, then, in an appropriately unnatural way, the demon hilted himself forward, his balls visibly constricting, then he gushed his foul seed into Bobby's muzzle.
The dingo first groaned, then gasped, then his struggle died down to a whimper as the demon flooded him with pain, his own heart racing, his body convulsing upon receiving the demon's seed. It wasn't long until Bobby felt his intestine gurgle, being pretty sure that the demon had ruptured several of his internal organs with this crude attempt at a blowjob, however, once he felt the seed settle in, a burning sensation creeped through his body, inch by inch. Once the demon had removed him from his cocks, Bobby lay on the ground twitching, his tailhole pulsing as he kept shitting with explosive diarrhea, spraying and staining his once so deliciously smooth thighs. Likewise, his penis throbbed, forced into a painful, unnatural erection, spraying his piss high into the air, then, as his bladder ran empty, spilling blood, covering him in a disgusting layer of waste and bodily fluids. Bobby breathed heavily, watching in horror as the demon positioned himself over the dingo, the creature's large tailhole opening wide as a large, demonic turd started to slip out.
Bobby whined a last time and closed his eyes in a futile attempt to dampen the impact, finding himself dying in a cold, dark back alley, pissing and shitting like there was no tomorrow. As the demon turd fell towards him, he whimpered one more time, "Andrew.....", then the demonic shit covered his face, gagging him as he faded from life to death, blood pouring out of every single orifice, his body soiled and torn, the demon releasing his large pile of waste onto the dingo.
The coroner sighed and threw his notebook closed with a flip of his hand. "Classic case," he told the police officer, "Drunk guy slips out for a piss, according to his friends, then climbs up the fire escape, chokes on his own vomit and drops down from the fifth floor." He sighed, putting his pen back into his shirt pocket. "Damn binge drinkers." Meanwhile, in the crowd at the police barrier nearby, a lithe teenage fox tried to get a peek into the cordoned off alleyway like everyone else, then turned back and walked the other way, with a tiny glimpse of red in his eyes...