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The Depths of Depravity…

Part Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

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Too late, Matt tried to squirm away, caught by Kate, her hand closing tightly around his body. Yet his body was female, whether he liked it or not, Kate grinning too widely with that furiously sadistic grin of hers that would have struck fear into anyone's heart. He hissed and sputtered, fighting through the hisses for words, though if there were any heard, well, they were in his mind alone. For words would forever again be deprived to Matt, forced to watch the humiliation and abject debasement of his family, over and over again.

Even then, he knew it. Even then, it was faintly in the back of his mind. Even then, he refused to acknowledge it.

“Let's show you just what a cunt like yours can do… And quiet your hissing, or else I'll make it even worse for your wife."

Matt trembled, not knowing what to do, though the option was taken from him as Kate took his tail and inserted it into his own slit. The tip wormed in easily, though Matt would not have known where to find his cloaca even if he had been trying to do that, the shock of really, truly, absolutely being female cutting through him. The shock made him shudder, but there was so much worse coming for the father-turned-female, Kate working his very own tail back and forth.

Hissing, he couldn't help himself, his cunt exposed, the cloaca more sensitive than he could have imagined. But Matt had never honestly thought all that much about how a cloaca would feel, though there was only one slit down there and, frankly, that told him all that he needed to know about how parts of his body worked. Everything that was needed was contained in that single slit of a cloaca and he hissed vehemently, fighting desperately as if his life was on the line.

“Oh, what is that?" Kate cocked her head, pretending to listen to him, though both her hands were on the female glass lizard, cruelling working her tail back and forth to fuck her cloaca with it. “You want to see your wife abused even more? Well, what else am I to take from your hisses?"

Kate laughed even as Matt tried to reel, but not even his slender body could whip through her hands and away from her as she forced the lizard, so shrunken and shrivelled from the man that he had once been, to fuck himself. The cloaca tightened noticeably, the muscles in the glass lizard's stomach tensing, and she smirked.

She'd orchestrate any situation she liked for them, using and abusing them, as she pleased. If that meant making the husband feel like he had betrayed his wife for something as simple as following the natural instincts of his body and hissing, well…she'd take that. She'd take every little damn thing that she could to break them down more and more, into her little toys.

“Now… Why don't you say hello to your daughter? Maybe there's some respite in it for your wife?" Kate teased, a lighter tone entering her voice again as she enjoyed the moment a little more. “I don't know… You'll have to see just what it is that you can do to entertain me, won't you?"

Kate didn't know what she was going to do specifically, though she didn't have to as the glass lizard hissed, evidently pleading and begging her all over again, squeezing the corners of her mouth to make her open wide. The coyote whimpered and cowered, though the daughter was not at all difficult for her to manipulate, easily scruffing her and dragging the male coyote in closer.

“Come on, darling… Think dirty thoughts," Kate cooed, though the side-effect of arousal in her transformation darts was already kicking in as the coyote's pink, fleshy cock pressed out, seeming slick already. “You've got to get nice and hard for your daddy to suck you. You don't want to disappoint him, do you?"

The coyote whimpered, though Matt could no longer understand her voice, not as he was pressed down through the fur of the coyote's belly, smelling so thick and musky, something that he was entirely unfamiliar with. He would not, no, could not, working his jaws free from Kate's grasp as he wrenched himself free.

And yet his eyes could not help but fix on the aching, throbbing cock of his daughter as it pulsed into view. Every throb seemed to bring a tremor of attention through the coyote's body and he was not even sure that he could see the beast as his daughter. Yet as he looked at her, the daughter that he loved, had loved, still loved, he couldn't see her in there, despite the fear twisting across the coyote's face.

If that was how she saw him too… Oh, Matt could not bear it! And that was exactly why he clamped his jaws shut against the tenacious throb of her cock, shaking his head, conveying his desires quite clearly even without words. He didn't need to do any more than that for the woman that was abusing them to purse her lips, shaking her head as if sad that that, indeed, was his decision.

The coyote's cock throbbed as if true desire rippled through his daughter, though he couldn't bring himself to believe that Piper really wanted him to suck her cock, that she truly wanted him to commit such utterly twisted, depraved acts. It could not be right, had to be something else, though all Matt caught himself doing was clutching at straws in a moment where everything was already turned upside-down and inside-out, the coursing rhythm of his reality never to be the same again.

Kate reached for another terrarium, setting the coyote down on her back, though Piper still didn't make a move to get away. Matt's heart ached for her. His poor daughter… So terrified, so fearful. He wished that he could tell her that everything was going to be okay, that daddy was going to find a way, again, to make everything okay, though he didn't know how he ever again was going to be the father that she needed him to be.

“Look at this, Matt…" Kate murmured, her voice low, dangerously so. “Don't you think that your lovely wife will adore these friends? They're all made by my own hand, of course."

Matt didn't know what to make of that, but he knew what the terrarium contained and that was a scampering horde of more cockroaches. He could only presume they were male as his stomach lurched sickeningly, his mind focusing on sensations that were phantom, no longer there. A lizard couldn't feel nausea, not like that, not in the sense of his mind twisting and breaking, warping under the strain of Kate's abuse and control.

His wife didn't know that the cockroaches were there, but the threat was there, even as Stacey cowered from her own reflection, shuddering and shaking with full-body vibrations. His heart pulled for her.

If it was the one thing that he could do for his wife, all to ensure that the woman didn't abuse her even more by dumping the other roaches in there…

He didn't want to do it, not as Kate held his head close to the coyote's crotch, wanting to make him do it for himself. He didn't know what kind of sick, twisted game she was playing, though he still opened his mouth, however slowly, reeling in revolution. The length of the coyote's cock, with a knot at the base that was, at that point, not yet inflated, trembled before him, Piper's frenzied breathing making it shake with every frantic breath. Even Piper's sides jerked in and out as she snatched in what air she could, a pink coyote's tongue lolling from her mouth.

“There you go… That's better…"

Kate's voice was sickly sweet as she praised the glass lizard for acquiescing to her request, though she'd always known that Matt would break. All for being the strong, unmoving head of the family, he would be the sweetest to break down into nothing at all – and that was just why she had chosen him and his family. Power was weak and power was fleeting. With his transformed family around him, he would be forced to watch the horror of it all play out around him.

And through him, of course, as he unwillingly engulfed the coyote's cock in his mouth, his whole body rippling as he squirmed. Kate could tell that he was not yet in control of his own body, but she didn't care about that, only that the small, soft mouth was forced open wide around his own daughter's cock.

Matt groaned and trembled as the slickness of the coyote's dick pressed into his mouth. The coyote was not yet hard fully, halfway out of his sheath and panting wildly. Matt was not surprised that Piper found it hard to be aroused, though something had clearly gotten her going too, even if that was very much not a thought that he wanted to have in his mind, not about his daughter. Yet he had to do it, had to work his mouth up and down that cock, getting her hard, slowly, pulse by devious, vile pulse.

The slickness of that cock, lightly slippery, so little that it would have been difficult to notice if he was not as up close and personal with her as he was, made it worse. Even worse than knowing that it was his own daughter that he was fellating, squirming helplessly, a sense of vulnerability twisting through him. Kate had his body though, so he couldn't just drop away from Piper, the threat of his wife driving him on as he, rather obediently, kept his mouth open as wide as he possibly could get it to deep throat the coyote.

Kate smirked as she worked the glass lizard back and forth, though the lizard surely had no idea just how far she was going to push him. Oh, it was going to be wonderful to watch him break, to see how far down he could fall. She forced him to deep throat Piper's dick until there was a bulge in the glass lizard's throat, showing the path of it very clearly. Though it didn't hurt him, no, not at all, just any sense of pride and familial love that he might have had in him before.

It was seductive, in a torturous sort of way, to watch his throat bulge as she moved him back and forth like a fleshlight, nothing more than a toy that she could throw away at any time, on his daughter's cock. The coyote cock throbbed and pulsed, trickling with a smear of pre-cum, though Kate took care to make sure that got rubbed off in the glass lizard's mouth. She wouldn't have wanted that to go to waste, after all, though it was almost humorous just how slowly Piper's cock grew hard within her father's mouth. It was as if even the coyote's body was trying to drag everything out for as long as possible, knowing too the strain and pain that it all inflicted on their father.

At least, that was what Kate thought. It was what she hoped. Sometimes, her twisted mind could fill in the gaps from reality with her own sick fantasies. No one was going to stop her.

Piper whimpered, sitting upright, frozen, eyes wide and glassy. Despite the arousal kicking in more slowly, the coyote could not help, unrestrained, thrusting into her father's mouth, whimpering and whining, though she was too fearful to flee.

Smart girl. She knew that her fate was set and her future was there. If she had fought, Kate had many ways to make it worse for her and her brothers especially. She had, after all, seen the love they had for their mother too, that day when she had come home and seen them all comforting their mother after a scare from a roach. Oh, to be fearful of roaches like that… It almost made Kate laugh! There were no creatures, big or small, that could be called disgusting, not in a way that should ever have made anyone shake in fear. And yet it was still Kate who took great pleasure in using that fear, which she firmly believed should not have existed in the first place, to abuse and torture, to show so many how easily they were manipulated and used.

After all, she was the very best at it.

Matt didn't want to think about how slick his daughter's cock felt in his mouth, deep throating the coyote as it swelled thickly. He didn't even know that it could grow bigger than what he had seen, but, then again, it was not as if he had spent all that much time before considering such things. Piper was not herself either and he wished he could talk to her, to speak to her in a way that she could understand, for she was still in there too, even as the coyote let out a heartrending wail.

Yet it was not fear, not truly, not as Piper's cock throbbed and pulsed with the rock of her body, the coyote shifting her weight from side to side, Kate still moving the glass lizard up and down the length of her cock like a sleeve. The coyote might have shuddered and they might have trembled, but there was pleasure there too, Kate's eagle eyes fixated on her, though she was very much going to enjoy torturing the others there in the room with her too, seeing just what they and their bodies could and would do for her.

She had to have it, greedy for it, watching how the coyote twisted her muzzle back and forth. Would Piper ever accept being a breeding male coyote, paired with her very own brother? It was all the more divine to Kate to have their minds trapped in there, to see such looks of horror cross faces that were never designed for such things. The bulge in the glass lizard's throat as Kate worked her up and down, a living fleshlight, was equally glorious, though Kate knew, even then, that there remained so very much more for her to sink into and enjoy. The depths of depravity knew no bounds with her and, frankly, she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

She drank in the sight, the coyote losing control, shuddering, flanks heaving and trembling. Piper would break, she was sure of it, her pupils dilating, but she took too much pleasure in seeing the coyote shudder into thrusts, grinding forward. Every thrust broke Piper a little more, tongue hanging out, closing her eyes. Yet no matter how much Piper tried to close herself off from the horror of all that she was being forced to do, arousal spiralling out of control, there was no going back for her and there was most certainly no stopping her thrusts.

The coyote howled, Piper's tail stiffening, even though it had only been curled between her legs, trying to tuck itself away, a few moments ago. Kate knew she couldn't help it, but her attention was all on the transformed coyote in that moment, watching her tremble, the male thrusting and thrusting, even as their knot plumped up. Piper was not to know what that meant, but Kate most certainly did and worked her more furiously, not caring for Matt's comfort at all as his throat was used with a wet, sloppy gargle. The glass lizard's mouth and throat, anyway, would stretch around a cock like that, more than to the extent that Kate needed to get what she needed.

Still, Piper ultimately could not hold back, her father's eyes bulging and straining as his body was used. Helplessly, he tried to squirm and wriggle, but it felt as if his body was as limp as a noddle, flopping back and forth uselessly. Maybe it was that he hadn't yet learned how to use his new body, not quite at all in that way, but he was still grappling with not being male anymore, much less not being human anymore. There was just too much for him to take in all at once as he hacked and glacked noisily around the cock in his mouth, but it was not as if Matt had any say in that at all. He didn't have much of a say in anything, of course, for the rest of his life.

Matt trembled, a thicker sort of vibration flowing into the glass lizard from the coyote's cock. He just couldn't forget that that cock was attached to his daughter, that there was something more there, something that even he might not have wanted to acknowledge. And yet he grunted around her, making all manner of strange, muffled hissing noises that sounded wet around a cock, eyes wide, forced to take it all in.

Still, the coyote could not hold back forever with the cock sleeve around her meaty member and Piper ejaculated helplessly, breaking her father's heart even further as she filled his mouth with spurt after spurt of hot cum. Matt had to swallow, though some even trickled out of the corners of her lips – not because the lizard was trying to defy Kate in any way, but simply because he could not keep it all in there.

Kate held his head down, even as he wiggled helplessly, making him take it all, though Matt's body quivered. Muscles that he had not been able to control settled into place, nerves connecting, fascia strung through his body like a network of fibres that he could not see. And yet he felt it, his transformation, ultimately, the slowest of them all, settling around him like a net. And a net, in theory, could be escaped, even if that was not the case for him, proving the glass lizard, as he wiggled his tail, testing his new muscles, feeling his mouth open a little wider with the hinge of his jaw, to be the exception to the rule.

So many tiny details… Matt's mind could not cling to them as his body slimmed a little more, though he could feel a strange kind of strength in it too. Everything, to him, was foreign in his transformation, though it was not as if, either, anyone could ever have been expected to imagine their life as a creature, being ripped from everything they knew and forced into a new way of being. To Kate, even though they did not know it yet, all they would be was entertainment. At least, until Kate bored of them.

Then Kate would just find someone else to entertain her and there were plenty in her sanctuary already that fit that purpose quite nicely. With so many to cycle between, one could have asked the question why she ever needed to bring in more, but her boredom had been a problem to her even before she had turned to more insidious means to keep herself interested in, well, life. But she didn't see any problem with that anymore, not since she was occupied.

“There now…" Kate cooed, though there was a dark undertone licking through her voice as something even eviller than her was rising inside. “That's better… That's just your first one, little glass lizard. You'll get used to being a cum-dump for them, just something that can be used to please them, one way or the other. Look how happy your daughter is now. Or should we call her your son?"

Kate didn't care, but she enjoyed just how the lizard twisted, gaining fresh control over her body. Her eyes roamed Matt's form as the glass lizard squirmed. It was good that she was slowly gaining control over her body, for that would be needed soon. She didn't want to always have to manipulate the glass lizard, after all, not when Matt could be controlled and directed into doing things to his family for her amusement and pleasure. The lizard's markings darkened too, becoming more noticeable, more striking, though a glass lizard was not a creature that was designed to stand out. Still, Kate could appreciate the subtler things about a creature, especially when she knew the torment that was trapped inside, straining and squirming, all very futilely, to escape.

She loved the glass lizard's looks even more for that. All as she wanted it to be.

“Wasn't that a good mouthful?" She said with a smirk, goading Matt as she drew the glass lizard fully back from the coyote's cock. “You did well, for your first time, but you're still going to have to do much, much better than that if you want to keep your poor, sweet wife from facing her worst horrors. Can you do that, do you think? Can you take the brunt of it so sweet Stacey doesn't have to?"

Matt thrashed more desperately, though there was a power in his muscles then, tail whipping, trying to coil around Kate's arm. He tried to hiss, but all that came out was a strange sort of gurgle.

Don't do anything to my wife! Get away from her!

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Of course, not even then, his words could not be heard, Kate only smirking down at him. Matt still didn't' even know her name, yet there was a big part of him that did not have to, for she was simply the one that controlled his life from that point on.

And that of his family, but he didn't think about that right then. Not as Kate took him in hand and held his head directly over the terrarium, despite him trying to clamp his mouth shut. He didn't want to keep that remaining cum in his mouth, no, but he didn't want it to go over the terrarium either, a rush of heated shame flooding him.

“Open up, now, be a good slut-lizard…"

He shuddered, a ripple going through him, and he thought briefly about sinking his jaws into Kate's hand. It wouldn't get him anywhere, however, and there was little damage he could do to someone that was so much bigger than him like that.

So it was that Kate squeezed his head at the corners of his jaws, forcing him to open his mouth as his head was tilted downward. Hissing through the gargling globs of thick cum, Matt watched helplessly as Piper's seed drooled from his mouth onto the cockroach that was his wife, his Stacey. It was disgusting, so much so that the chill of clawing nausea rose within him once again, though that was sure to be a running theme with all that Kate had planned for them.

It could not be so simple, after all, that they could escape it all easily and quickly. Even he knew that.

The cum drooled thickly from her mouth, though Matt didn't know whether to keep it open willingly or try to close it, frozen in indecision. Yet the cockroach didn't seem to know what was coming, not even as they were splattered and coated, the roach's antennae and legs waving and jittering wildly about.

“Oh…" Kate taunted. “She doesn't seem to like that."

Not at all, it seemed, for Stacey was forced to clean herself. Matt didn't know that roaches had a compulsive habit of cleaning themselves and, even though Stacey was not in control of that part of herself, she still groomed. Her legs fluttered like hands and she stroked and stroked herself, wanting to get it off her body, though Matt blinked in disgust.

She was not to blame, he knew that, but it was still gross to see his wife gulping down the coyote's seed. Did Stacey even know that that belonged to Piper? What was she doing? The glass lizard tried to shake his head, but he was still conscious of Kate's hand around him, squeezing, her fingers even slipping a little lower to caress the slit of his cloaca again. Yet that cloaca, even though it could have housed male genitalia on a male glass lizard, contained a female sex and that was something too that Matt dreaded learning about.

“Look at her…" Kate cooed, pushing the lizard in closer so that he had no choice but to look at his wife, to take in every sick little detail. “She loves it! Oh, they have to do that, of course, but I've never seen a roach take that much pleasure in grooming before."

Kate smirked, toying with him, fingers rubbing his cloaca as the glass lizard hissed – more loudly that time, for his mouth was not full of his daughter's seed.

“She had OCD then and she will still have OCD now… Or whatever you guys called it," Kate went on, waving her hand dismissively. “Oh, you can call it what you like, really, it's just a term, but people don't like to think of it being used casually. Maybe it was undiagnosed… Or perhaps you would like me to call her compulsive cleaning of the house and floors, wiping down door handles, and endlessly sanitising her hands, multiple times to a number when she'd only just done it, perfectly normal?"

He hissed, daring her to say more about his wife. That wasn't fair. Stacey had always managed and, even if it was something diagnosable, she had always gotten by, always had her work, always had her family. They had all helped her, for it had never been so bad that she could not manage it, though he could not imagine just how bad it was all going to end up for her if she was forced to be splattered and dirty every single day. Even then, the cockroach had not stopped cleaning herself, as if she couldn't possibly do anything else at all until she was completely and perfectly clean.

Shaking his head, he wished that he could plead with her to stop, to tell her that she didn't have to keep doing that, that it wasn't needed, wasn't necessary, no. But Matt couldn't talk to her like that, couldn't even voice any words that a roach would understand, doubting even that a roach could understand hisses coming from his lips and throat.

Again and again, her little legs waved, the tiny roach's mouth moving as she gulped down the coyote's seed, completely unaware of what she was doing. Matt sensed her trembling, however, as if she really was aware, but it was probably just the grossness (to her) of her body and what she was doing that got to the cockroach. Her legs fluttered, scooping over her, though it was not just the front ones but the back ones too, the case covering her wings shivering, fluttering, making sure to work with every part of her body to make herself as clean as possible.

Down her throat, of course, went every drop, slick and gungy, Matt turning his head away, finally.

“Now… What more do I need to threaten you with to get you to see that this really is not something you get a choice in, Matt?"

He froze, heart pounding. He felt chilled, separate from his body, though he still was acutely aware of Kate's hand sliding down his sinuous form, caressing all those parts of him that had settled into place, the control over his body absolute by that point. Still, Matt could not be sure at all just when his transformation had become complete, not with so many torturous distractions coming into play and butting up against one another.

Please don't.

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He hissed, tail wavering, head lifting, trying to look the evil woman in the eye. It didn't seem to do any good.

Kate smirked.

“You should please your son next, the other coyote," she said, helpfully pulling him over by a leg, though the coyote's snarl lacked any kind of real bite behind it. “Here. You can even make your own choice."

Depositing Matt on the floor, Kate was unsurprised to see him still in place, cowering and slinking down as if he thought that there was a way for him to disappear into it entirely, if only he stayed still and quiet enough. Of course, there was nowhere for him to hide from her. The coyote trembled before them, the bitch with his head high, though Oliver could not deny his new sex, even if his mental gender, in Kate's twisted glee, had remained the same.

It was not meant to be an easy transition for any of them.

“If you don't give your son, Oliver, the pleasure that he so clearly deserves, as a new coyote bitch," Kate went on. “Then… I will make quite sure that your wife gets torn, limb by limb. Every leg, even her antennae… Oh, it won't kill her, you should already know that. But you should know what I'm capable of, Matt, why this is the best decision for you, yes. This is the only way for you to, hm… Think of it as “keeping your family whole", or as whole as this wretched family can be now."

She grinned. That was her doing. She loved that. Before, she had not been as open about saying things like that aloud, but, well, it felt good to do so. It made her feel powerful, as if she was the game master, as if she truly was the one in control of everything in the world. They danced at her fingertips and all Kate had to do was to tug at the strings of the puppets, making them wiggle and making them fuck, making them do so many debased, wretched things that, in the end, they would not even recognise the creatures that they'd become.

There was time to go to that yet, however… And she very much looked forward to it, just how much and how far they could be broken. But she'd keep them alive and trapped in their horror, yes. But they didn't have to know that.

Not at all.

Matt quivered. No… Not his son. Not his son…as a bitch coyote. That was how the woman had referred to Oliver, but he was a she and…no. Just no.

But he couldn't just stop any of it, not even as Kate threatened him further by waggling her fingers over Stacey's terrarium. In there, the cockroach was vulnerable, with nowhere for her to go, nowhere for her to escape to. Who knew what her perception of her experience truly was? He couldn't do that to her, couldn't let her be broken, couldn't let her be tortured in such a way.

Matt steeled himself, Kate's eyes on him, fixated, waiting to see what he would do. Ultimately, there was only one thing.

He slithered towards Oliver, glad only that his new body and skin could not blush, could not show the shameful heat of humiliation and utter debasement. He could hide that little bit of himself, at least, away, locking it down where even he did not have to outwardly acknowledge it. And yet Kate was right in that it was made all the worse for him in making the active decision to do it, knowing that he was complicit in the abuse of his son, as a female coyote.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

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He hissed. The coyote squalled, yowling. Kate didn't care. No one understood him anyway.

Dispassionately, Kate grabbed the coyote, keeping her hands nimbly away from the sharp teeth, though it didn't seem that the bitch knew how to use them anyway. That suited her fine as she held him down on his back, Oliver who was a female coyote, their tail trying to tuck down uselessly between their legs, covering their genitalia. That was easy enough for Kate to shove to the side to hide his pussy, the slit tucked up high and furred at the edges. And yet the dose of arousal serum in her darts had more than done enough to wet her pussy too. It still took a touch, a lot of the time, to get the darted party hot and ready, dripping and twisting through obscene arousal.

Just one more thing for her to look forward to…

Matt swore that his son was looking down at him with pleading eyes as he slithered up to the coyote's sex, but he couldn't think of that. He couldn't think that Piper's eyes were on him too and Hudson, as a glass lizard too, but male, hiding somewhere, not wanting to be the next one on the list to be abused. The only one that did not know what he was doing was his wife and that was only a tiny relief that didn't do anything for him.

His tongue flickered in and out and Kate nodded encouragingly, the heady scent of the coyote's sex and arousal starting to tickle the air, though it would take a little more time before it was filling the room.

“Lick her. Eat her out. You need to get this bitch much, much wetter before you can slide inside."

Matt gulped, his throat moving. That… No, that was wrong, so wrong. He didn't want to think of penetrating a coyote, not his son as a bitch, no… But he had to, the threats to his wife hanging over his head as his tongue, only mildly wet and slick, slithered out. Everything about him, as a glass lizard, seemed sinuous and his tongue was no different to that as it lapped up, licking.

If he only thought about licking and not what he was doing, maybe it would be tolerable. Yet that was a false hope indeed as he lapped up against Oliver's sex, the coyote shivering and yowling. Oliver thrashed, but his pussy remained in place for him as Kate held him down, making sure that he was pinned and hissing through her teeth.

“Don't think that you're getting out of this either, bitch. The harder you make this for me, the worse it'll be for your mother. Do you want to see her broken down and ripped apart?"

That, at least, got Oliver to ease off, though Matt did not know to tell him that he had to do it, that they all had to do it. Kate hadn't even started threatening the rest of his family, besides his wife, yet and he knew that there was an understanding there. He understood, already, that Kate was capable of untold things and that was exactly why the legless lizard licked at the coyote's pussy lips.

She hated the taste, shuddering and struggling not to pull away in absolute revulsion. Yet it was not her fault, not at all, not that she could not stand the strong, almost musky odour. Oliver, after all, was a coyote and scent was important to a glass lizard, even if that was something that Matt was yet to understand. Kate pinned Oliver easily on his back while the glass lizard did his best, not really knowing what to do. The one thing he understood was that he had to look like he was doing what Kate wanted him to do, even if he perhaps was not doing the best job. Appearances were everything when it was her cruel, voyeuristic pleasure that he was ultimately satisfying, not knowing what else he could do.

All for his wife, he thought, all as his tongue dug into Oliver's sex, tickling her vaginal lips and spreading them apart just a little more. His tongue wiggled deeper, but the glass lizard only had so much tongue there to use as he wormed it as deep as he could, dragging it back up and out as if he was pleasuring his wife. It was easier, just a little bit, if he thought about it like that, though there was a strange prickling and tingling in his body too, something that ached deeply, something that Matt didn't understand.

Concentrating on showing Kate just how he was running his tongue around the outer edge of the coyote's sex, tickling the ling between pussy and fur, he didn't dig into it anymore. Not as Oliver's pussy wettened and he found the nub of her clit too. That was not human-like, no, but it was there and Kate murmured in what Matt kind of hoped was approval as he nuzzled into it.

He hissed, the only outward expression of disgust Matt could make at pushing into the coyote's sex, the slick juices oozing forth. Oliver squelched before him and he hated himself, even then, for being disgusted with his own son, though he hoped that he could not be blamed either.

“Inside, you need to get all the way inside…" Kate smirked, sitting back and leaving Oliver there, trusting the coyote to stay put. “You can't please your son like that, can you?"

Matt wanted to say that he would find a way, any way, just to make the debasement a little better, but there was no doing that, no. Not at all, not then, not ever, not as he squirmed and wriggled and used his tongue over Oliver's clit, rubbing over it in short, flickering laps, repeatedly. He had far more control over his body now that he was easily fully transformed and had been for a little while, but that didn't mean that things could go beyond the wiles of his body, no. There were physical limits, like the extent and reach of his tongue, and other parts of him would be needed to bring the coyote off.

Oliver had to be a virgin in that form, but Matt steeled himself, his mind as blank as it could be in the heated swirl of horror. That was why he tried, with all his might, to be as gentle as possible as he pressed into Oliver, the coyote's pink pussy opening around him. Oliver let out a strangled help, still on his back, but he'd submitted to having his pussy opened up, stretched around the girth of the glass lizard as the legless lizard wormed his way in.

Son and father had never been in a more humiliating, compromising position before, the kind of position that no one could explain. It took a bit of teasing and prodding, wriggling through the slick wetness of Oliver's sex, but Matt managed to get his nose inside, the heat of the coyote's pussy closing in around his head. He trembled, revolted, but he tried not to let that show, not sure what more Kate wanted him to do. He supposed, his mind slipping into a more rational state, that he would have to guess, for there was not all that much more that he could do.

He had to try his best, had to think of his family, even as the tightness of the coyote rippled around and over him, pressing in on all sides. Oliver's canal seemed to welcome him, whines and muffled yelps filling the air, though the glass lizard still very much had to steel himself as he wormed deeper into the wetness, feeling the slick coat his sides. His nose filled with Oliver's scent, the scent of a true bitch in heat, though it did not seem to arouse him as a glass lizard. Perhaps it was because he was female too, having a cloaca and the capability to be bred and filled with eggs, but Matt didn't want to allow his mind to linger there for too long. Despite how his body had changed, he would cling to his gender as if it was the last thing rooting him in his reality, regardless of how it had turned out in the end.

Maybe it would have been even more difficult if he had been the kind of lizard that had legs, he thought unhappily, though that was a very light way to put the true depth of his unhappiness. What he did not know, however, was what Kate was doing outside his torture within his son's pussy, the coyote's hips and back end seeming to shudder and pump as if they wanted something more.

“Look at how eagerly your father is fucking you, little bitch…"

Kate used specific language to make sure there was no way that Oliver forgot that he had a pussy, a sex designed to be bred and to be fucked and filled. There was nothing else for the transformed coyote, and Oliver whined helplessly as Kate held up a mirror so that Oliver always had a good view of his violation. The bitch's pussy stretched lightly around the lithe, agile body, the tail of the glass lizard whipping back and forth outside his pussy, though that didn't bother Kate one bit. If Matt kept on doing that, he would put on an even better show for her when she got the camera out and started to record everything that was going on.

She liked, after all, to have things recorded, all so that she didn't forget – and to remind her victims, of course, of all that they had done and how far they had been broken. But the mirror was imperative to show the bitch what he had become, to really lock it into Oliver's mind that he was helpless. He had to be broken, though it helped some that the coyote was smaller and easier for her to handle, his dark eyes staring down at the mirror, the reflection of his pussy.

It was his pussy and the bitch could not deny that, violated and used, forced closer and closer to orgasm. He panted and whined as if he was begging for help or even release, but Kate would force him to do whatever it was that she wanted from him, of course, one way or the other, not caring for what Oliver thought about it. The bitch was just another tool in all that she sought to use them for, entertaining herself and showing them all that humanity and kindness, well…it could all be torn into shreds in a moment, for whoever so chose to rip those walls down.

The coyote squirmed plaintively, his legs splayed out as if he was trying to show off his wet pussy even more. And all Kate had to do was to enjoy it as they played out her sickest, wildest fantasies, right there before her eyes. The coyote's pussy strained around the body of the glass lizard, though he would have to be opened up even more than that for his sister's cock, the pounding force of it and the knot too that would eventually come. Really, they should all have been thankful to her for the kindnesses that she had shown to them, for there were far, far crueller things that Kate could have done to them.

Those, however, would come in time.

“You don't have to hold back, girl," Kate encouraged Oliver with a small, sadistic smile that never lit up the true darkness in her eyes. “Come on, bitch, I want to see you get off on your father, feel that slippery lizard worming about inside you! Was his tongue not enough?"

The coyote whined, a flash of something in his eyes, though he was not bold enough to do anything about it, even if he felt that he wanted to lash out, to bite back at the woman abusing him. His father, clearly, was doing a truly delightful job within his hot, wet pussy and Kate had to commend Matt for that!

“Such a dedicated father," she whispered, knowing that only the coyote could hear her, surely lewd squelches surrounding the glass lizard's head as he penetrated deeply. “You want to do it, for him, yes… Cum for your father."

The coyote, however, was lost to the whims of his female body, twisting and writhing, losing control. He didn't know what a female orgasm was as he flew off the handle and over the edge, still looking haplessly down the length of his body to the mirror, the furious swelling, however slight, at the edges of his sex. His juices flowed, practically squirting, but that was just Kate's mind making everything dirtier than it even was then, slickening and coating the glass lizard's body as he writhed and squirmed back and forth, back and forth.

“That's it… Give in…"

Continued in part three…