How I Got My New Master
#1 of Hell Comes to Earth Collection
What a dirty world we sure did live in, in those last days. He touched me with his hand, upon my scrotum, and said:
"This will do, young one, are you ready?" In his teasing, taunting demon way--my flesh naked, stroked and caressed by his infernal prominence.
"You didn't have to ask me twice!" I laughed, as he plunged himself into me, and his light burst forth from my chest, a brilliant red and gold. My laughs grew high and wicked--effeminate and scornful of the world and its static views. As if they could not become the condemned ones, and us the righteous! As if their values and pleasures were the only ones that could be right!
I sprouted each and every one of my six tails with fervor, choosing a shape akin to the familiar Vulpix-style kitsune--a firebreather and a feminine fox. I curled them about my new figure, dancing and twisting as the rings drew tight about me--feeling the fires of Hell consume me, as I became an infernal. It was my inspiration to do with as I pleased--the lifesblood of a dreamer, to burn eternally with passion. Stroking the fine long crimson hairs, and feeling my short brown matte bloom forth long and gold from upon my head, and curl round as my crown, I became a woman in visage, fair and wicked. Moaning as he teased my groin with his spider fingers and the bite of his hooked nails, I let my dreams of beauty fly and fill the air like an irreverant fart--heedless of what others thought.
Sparks scattered about my feet, and I breathed a plume of delicious fire, as my snout burst out from my face, stealing away all traces of masculinity, making mine a doggish face on a woman's form. I felt my tongue flick out long and forked, both canid and snakelike at once. But the best was yet to come, as the flames curled about my chest and solidified, forming a schoolgirl's white blouse and red ascot. I took a great stretch, gripping my fingers into fists as black wicked claws sprung forth from amidst brown fur. I closed my brown eyes, and felt each fox nipple spring from my breast, my formerly masculine nubs ballooning out to fill my clothing and change my frame. I squeezed the fabric, and it grew wet with milk, steam rolling up off each patch of dampened clothing.
Bearing down, I shat out my wretched, dry, chaste humanity in flames--a brown, thick, burning pile of fear and false modesty, as a vulva opened beneath my balls, hungry for the devout failures of man. I smiled and said--"Oh what the Hell", as I felt my tremblings, and my leg lips grew a row of teeth on each side, making me a true devourer of souls.
Scratching at the whiskers that sprung from my brow and upper lip with delicate padded fingers, I thanked Satan for my gift, and sat down hard upon his thorny cock, caressing him with my tails as he thrust, and scratched my broad new fox ears with his hand. I spread my legs wide, and felt tendrils launch out, the color of the womb--to ensnare those less forward about their true nature than I. Each one screamed, both man and lady, feeling the turgid lengths of umbilical wrap their form, dissolve their clothes, and clamoring for their navel--bite like a snake with fangs, and attach irrevocably. Soon the warm lifesblood that connected us could be felt, rushing and circulating into me, and into them. I drew them near as they dwindled in age, some pooping themselves or pissing in fear. I brought each to my nipples, and let them suckle, til they diminished in size and pined for my new womb. I stroked their heads, gave them kisses. I loved them all.
I stuffed each in between my legs, one by one, my labia closing over their faces, annointing them as my babies with a bit of fluid from my clitoris. Boys, girls, they'd all be herms and all manner of hellhounds, when next they came through that wonderful passage. I stroked and fondled my folds, admiring my vagina dentata, as the last boy's head, covered in lanugo, slipped moist down into my birthing canal, and his screams were silenced. Finally, I came, torrents of hot, burning lady spunk, and a blast of semen from my unsheathed vulpine cock, as each pushed on-- through my cervix--and became one with me.
That Dark Lord--he came too, as I was pronounced his finest pet, and fondest lover. I panted, curled up like a dog, and went to sleep, Hell's fires blanketing me as all around--the unbelievers--those without passion or purpose-- screamed and suffered, and were drawn within our clutches.
The End.