Out Too Late
Trade for Min!
In case you're wondering, Tris isn't a demon... He ate quite a few in his day, and as the old saying goes... you are what you eat.
Min © Min
Tris © Tristan Hawthorne
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Tris was lost in the depths of the urban jungle, finding himself far from anywhere that was familiar, well past three in the morning. He came to a point where he needed to take an alley to get to the next block over. He started down it, before he saw someone in a white hoodie standing in the opposite end of the alley, as if waiting. He turned, prepared to go back, but there was another in a white hoodie blocking his path.
Tris felt cold, and backed away as doors along the alley opened up, more figures in white hoodies appearing. He was too preoccupied with the fact that he was swiftly becoming surrounded to see the figure sneak up on him. He cried out in pain as something burning was pressed to the side of his face. When he turned he saw one of the hoodie wearers with a crucifix. Tris felt his blood run cold, "Oh shit..."
They fell upon him, three using their holy items to keep him weak as the rest of the group tore and cut his clothing away. Once the hare was naked, they all drew forth different holy items and started to press them against their catch.
Tristan writhed in agony, falling to the ground as crucifix and crescent alike left black marks in his pelt, which if burned fully, would continue to burn well after the item had been removed, perpetuating itself as a symbol. The hare started to feel faint from pain, not realizing that there were less and less of the figures around him every moment.
He then caught a glimpse of red eyes in the darkness nearby, and a blackfurred claw reaching out and grabbing one of the hoodie wearers away, tearing off said garment, and as the hare watched, sitting on him. The figure, now seen to be a cat, struggled and writhed, growing weaker and weaker. The dark figure stood and stepped a bit closer into the light.
Tris saw several things. He saw that it was a strong looking male skunk with a good layer of pudge over muscles, that the skunk had two horns, one larger than the other, and that the cat was somehow merging with that broad rump the skunk sported, melting, or perhaps being pulled into the very flesh.
Now the hoodied figures took notice, as all but one turned and attempted to use their holy items on the much more blatantly demonic skunk. As Tris watched blearily, the skunk demon deftly knocked away a holy item at a time, immediately shoving the corresponding figure against his body, rumbling and grinning with pleasure.
The hare panted weakly, and cried out as a cross was pressed into his chest, unable to look any longer. Before suddenly the burning was gone. He weakly looked up, tingling aches and hot smoldering still feeling all over his body, and the skunk was moaning. He watched as furre after furre sank below or fused into the surface of this demon, each adding to his mass and girth, making him look softer on the outside, more likely to cuddle of one's own volition.
The skunk smiled, pushing hard on a face protruding from his chest, "mmm... Mine now..." He rumbled, before kneeling beside the bunny, "You alright little one?"
"I-I..." He panted softly, wincing as he tried to move, "It hurts..."
The skunk nodded, "You need some healing, that's for sure... A little demon like yourself shouldn't be out alone at night."
Tris was about to object, but a tender paw started to caress along his side, the warm broad tail curling around the hare to keep him warm.
He felt something else warm against him, more than warm in fact. He blushed as he realized the big skunk was grinding his quite larger than proportional arousal against his rump, leaking pre and preparing for entry.
The hare panted, "I-I..." He stammered a little, but the demon cooed and put a finger to his lips.
"I'm gonna make you feel all better, my little bunny..." He leaned down to kiss Tristan softly, before thrusting inward gently.
Tris groaned into the kiss as his rump was spread, blushing as this pleasureful act began even as he still felt the burns and aches from what had been going on. The skunk hilted into him firmly, and started to rock his hips. Tris looked down at himself and saw that even his chest was slightly distended from the skunk's arousal. He murmured weakly, his own arousal throbbing by now.
The skunk took advantage of this, stroking the bunny's own impressive length, cooing softly as he began to thrust in earnest. The bunny writhed and moaned softly, leaving a grin on the skunk's muzzle while he worked. He started to squeeze around the head of the shaft and jerk harder and in time with his hips as he thrust, angling his massive shaft to hit any and all pleasure points inside the bunny beneath him.
Tris breathed harder, grasping at anything he could reach just for something to hold onto. He winced as he accidentally grabbed a holy symbol, tossing it away before he reached to grasp the demon above him, closing his eyes and bucking his hips needfully, his heavy sac starting to pull up against his body.
The demon grinned and jerked harder, "That's right, little demon... cum for me... when you cum you'll be my little bunny to take care of..."
Tris couldn't take it any longer. He tensed and started to cum, his hot seed splattering across his face and chest, his rump flexing rapidly from his tension, gushing his spooge for a few more seconds, before he felt the skunk hilt one last time and a boiling hot, yet somehow not painful gush of demon seed straight into his body.
The skunk demon rumbled and rubbed the hare's seed into his fur slowly, gently, even as he unloaded his sac's load into the bunny he was claiming for his own, marking his insides and starting to fill him up.
The hare glurked, and blushing, some demon seed came up out of his muzzle, trickling across his cheek. He tried to swallow to keep it down, his tummy starting to slosh and swell, rounded out from the pressure of the load being deposited. More came up and out of the bunny's muzzle, at a little bit of high pressure, and the demon leaned down to kiss the bunny, happily drinking this overflow as his peak started to subside.
The demon sat back on his broad rump, pulling the hare upright gently with one paw. He rumbled, and brought his tail around to hold the bunny in place with its broad warm fluffyness as his paws started to work elsewhere. He slowly broke the kiss as Tris felt his legs being angled around, then eased into something nice and warm. After the warmth passed over his hips, the skunk's paws started to caress over his torso, as the warmth started to slide up more and more. The bunny found his arms trapped against his sides from the warmth, and looked down.
He gasped as he saw that his torso upward was protruding from the skunk's sheath, even though he could feel the demonic member deep inside his bowels still. At his shock the demon pet over him softly, "You'll be warm in there, and most important of all, safe..."
The bunny blushed deeply at this, but didn't resist, even as his shoulders slipped into the warm sleeve, drawn by the retracting shaft inside him and the peristaltic ripples around him.
The skunk cooed as he watched the sheath sinch tight around the bunny's neck like a collar, before starting up his head, "Sweet lil bunny... all mine now, to have and take care of... gonna make you all better... Just sleep now..."
With that the musk of the skunk changed, the warm tail brushing across his face with a stronger dose of it. He groaned, and started to drift, eyes shut, towards sleep. Even as he did so, the warmth overtook his head possessively, then sluurrrped his ears in. The demon skunk rumbled. He could feel the hare tucked away all along his taint, behind his heavy sac, and up into his sheath. He patted and pet where he felt the bunny's face, before hefting himself up and starting to waddle his way down the alley, those demon hunters having fattened him up considerably. He rumbled and rubbed one of his moobs. He felt what seemed to be a paw pressing out from inside, and grinned, the souls of the hunters trapped wherever on his form he took them in. Every so often there'd be a bulge of a face or a paw, marking his pelt. He bit his lip and let out a low groan at the entirely pleasant feeling, before he opened a portal and stepped through it, towards home.
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