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It was only the three of them who stopped in their tracks all of a sudden. Maybe it was their collective sensitivity to magic that told them something was amiss, in a way that no one else seemed to notice. Three heads turned at once, in strangely perfect synchronization. When they noticed that, they instead turned to each other. Warlock, sorcerer, and artificer alike, they were all attuned to magic from very different sources, and yet it struck them all the same. That they all happened to be the cutest, curviest boys in the group must have been a coincidence.

“You sense something too, right? I mean, more than the usual something since we got here, of course.” Obie the possum shifted his eyes a little, more out of nervousness than anything suspicious. Though that probably wasn’t helping the other spellcasters trust a warlock like him, sworn to some mysterious patron as he was.

“Not sure. I’d need to ...” The hyena removed his pack from his shoulders and started digging through the contents, which was the artificer’s typical response to most anything he was unsure of.

Before he could find what he was looking for, the hooded prince chimed in. “I definitely do. And I don’t like it.”

They exchanged a moment of silent consideration, each of them glancing in the direction that feeling was coming from. There was a [i]pull[/i] to that energy they detected. It was so potent that when Kamili finally managed to retrieve an attunement sphere, it instantly cracked in his hands. The resulting yip from his lips broke them out of the rising stupor and got them concentrating on the strange energy beyond.

“ ... do we follow it?” The possum spoke with a mix of trepidation and undeniable excitement.

Kamili was busy trying to repair his device, with the help of a little magic. “We probably shouldn’t.”

The sorcerer just sighed. “And yet something tells me we’re going to. If I don’t find out what it is ... I’ll always wonder. We came down here for a reason, after all.”

Obie glanced back at the rest of the party. “Should we tell them where we’re going?”

The other boys considered that a little. Several other members had already wandered off, either without them noticing or blatantly. The group was already too big to be safe, and they weren’t sure they trusted everyone they were travelling with anyway. Maybe they didn’t need to explain themselves. The magic users gathered themselves, unsure of what sort of protective wards they ought to have been casting, and set out down a set of stairs to branch away from the loudly tromping feet of all the remaining party.

They were definitely on the right track. As they walked, the indescribable pull became more distinct. Each of them caught themselves sniffing the air, almost reflexively. Kamili in particular found his head starting to cloud the more he inhaled an uncertain something that made him feel a mix of woozy and intensely intrigued. Difficulty concentrating was never good for any sort of arcane caster, and yet he didn’t voice his concerns out loud. He had to see what was ahead, and so did the rest of them.

Staircases didn’t usually last that long, in the world above. It was impossible to say what was normal down in a place like that. While some of the streets and buildings they’d passed in their adventuring resembled the old, forgotten city it had once been, they had seen plenty that didn’t seem to make much sense. Descending deeper and deeper, step after step, all in pursuit of an unknown sensation, a distinct feeling like it was speaking to a sense they didn’t normally have, they braved the darkness together, unprotected by anything but their own powers. They didn’t need a frontliner when they were sating their intellectual curiosity.

They kept going until the [i]squish[/i]. It was a distinct sound beneath their boots or hooves, a wet, gooey something that they somehow didn’t manage to detect until they had outright stepped in it. Though their eyes were all trained well to darkness, they brought up their various illumination cantrips to get a better look at what exactly they were dealing with. The lights reflected off of the goopy, dripping walls of a place that had been entirely overtaken by some sort of unknown, spreading substance. It pulsed. Every moment of its existence was one where it made slick noises, seeming to slowly crawl around the surfaces it had covered, and maybe even up the legs of the adventurers if they lingered too long in one spot.

“We should definitely go back,” Kamili quickly said, his eyes wide. “As much as I’d like a good sample of whatever this is, we’re standing here, breathing it, touching it, completely unaware of how much danger we’re in. Right? That makes sense, right?”

The last questions were in an almost desperate tone when he looked over at his allies. He didn’t get the looks back he hoped for. They were fixated, focused on the place ahead, on the gooey halls and slimy tunnels of what seemed like some sort of hive. There was a power undulating deep within that place. Warlock and sorcerer alike were particularly susceptible to it, even as the hyena meekly tugged the sleeves of their robes or coats.

At first it had merely been intangible, like a scent or a sound they could barely perceive. Yet it grew in the travelling until it was undeniable. Even so, they didn’t speak of it. Instead, it spoke to them directly. There was a voice resonating inside each of their heads, as if projected into their thoughts themselves. Nervous glances at each other seemed to confirm they were all hearing it, yet they didn’t dare share the secrets it whispered to each of them in turn.

“Such a sweet boy, with such a clever, yet cautious mind. A pleasure to see. Kamili, is it? I can grant all you deserve, and more. All you need to do is come to me.”

The hyena tried to shrug it off, or pretend it wasn’t real, but he couldn’t deny the appeal of such charm, even if he was sure it was mere manipulation.

“Ah, and a prince walks my halls. The disguise won’t fool me, Cherno. And I don’t mean the hood. You may think yourself a royal, but we both know you were made to serve, and satisfy.”

Blinking a few times, the deer shook his head and scoffed at such a notion, even if he found his eyes shifting from side to side as he considered it.

“And you ... did you truly think you could hide forever? You always knew I would come to collect on my contract, Obie. I have been very generous with my terms, and yet you have still chosen to ignore them. That is no matter. You may pay your penance below, with me. All will be forgiven.”

When taking that all in had slowed them down enough they nearly stopped, the possum was the first one to break the silence.

“... what would be the harm in doing a little investigating?” Obie’s voice was slightly lower and less expressive than usual, as if he was in a daze of sorts.

Cherno’s sounded similar. “If there was something here to defend the hive, we would have seen it by now. It must be abandoned.”

“Maybe for [i]good reason,[/i]” Kamili urged, suppressing an alarmed laugh that certainly wouldn’t have helped the situation.

Yet before he could make a further argument, a voice rang out, echoing in the squishy deep.

“[i]Help![/i]”

The three of them paused. All thoughts of risk versus ambition faded away in favour of the sense of decency present in those three. If that voice was real, they couldn’t consider simply turning around and leaving anymore.

“Is someone there? Please! I’ve been down here so long ... “

Desperation and anguish made for a potent combo. As dangerous as the whole situation surely was, that was enough to convince Kamili to go along with it. He was nervous, but not a coward. He wasn’t about to abandon anyone to those horrific depths if his abilities could have saved them. Whether or not they could remained to be seen, but he had hope, especially with the other, arguably more powerful boys alongside him. They didn’t even have to confer. Together, the three of them marched on, hands at the ready to cast anything to protect themselves from what lurked within.

The source of that voice was easy enough to find. There was only one way forward, with other doorways blocked off by that slippery mass, funnelling them forth. Eventually they came upon a figure, partly visible through the translucent goop that surrounded him. The naked wolf had an appearance not unlike the rest of them - soft, slim, wide-hipped, generally feminine - but they weren’t about to let such a coincidental sight distract them. Instead, they prepared their spells.

“Wait! Don’t!” the wolf within the slime cried. “I don’t think it’ll react well ... and you don’t want the hive king to know you’re here.”

There was a collective nervous glancing about, but no such king manifested himself just yet. In the absence of magical solutions, they were just going to have to do some dirty work with their hands. It was hard to say who was the first to move. Neither of them especially wanted to go elbow-deep in that clinging unknown substance, but even the prince was ready to roll up his sleeves and start tugging. Between the three of them they made surprisingly short work of that jiggling prison, [i]splurching[/i] their way through all that goop, pulling it apart until the wolf dropped free and fell to his hands and knees, dripping.

While he recovered, they got a good look at his naked form. There was something like a tattoo on his lower back, a rose bundled in thorny vines, but they made nothing of it. They were focused on helping that captive to his feet. He staggered and sputtered, coughing up some of that same slime that had imprisoned him for however long. How he’d managed to keep from suffocating in there wasn’t clear. It didn’t matter. They helped him stagger along and catch his breath before they spoke.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Cherno said, and firmly. They could stop to converse when they were safe. The beckoning call of the inner chambers had left his mind in favour of rescue.

“Wait,” the wolf said when he finally had his breath. “There’s no going back the way you came. I know how he works. He’ll have already sealed it off. But there’s a way ...”

He straightened up, standing unashamedly naked before them. There was no time for modesty. Though that did give them a good look at just how broad his hips were. He was even curvier than the rest of them, and that was saying something. Nobody was checking him out, exactly. But when he turned around, they followed that fine ass into the darkness without much question. Usually there would have been some sort of debate about whether he could possibly be telling the truth, but they were ready to move before he even stopped to convince them.

“I know we just met, and I owe you my life. I’m Reimael. Did the three of you feel it too? That strange [i]pull[/i] that brought you here? I know I did. That means he’s already doing his work to control you, but I know it’s possible to get out ...”

So they followed, even if it was getting darker and darker the deeper they went. The walls seemed to literally close in around them, swelling and pulsing, threatening to overtake them as they half-walked, half-jogged through the squelching halls of what had once been a vast structure. A barracks, perhaps? What had once housed soldiers now housed something else entirely. That much was clear not just from the slime itself, squishing underneath their every step, but from the sound of something moving through the hive. It only grew louder the farther they went, until it sounded like a whole army was bearing down on them with harsh, wet footfalls beating their way through the dripping tunnels.

Yet as prepared as they were for what seemed like an inevitable ambush, it didn’t come. The sound of pursuit built to crescendo like a drumbeat, only to fall silent all of a sudden. They emerged into a massive chamber where the glimmer of bright blue-green water reflected off the walls. It was curiously clean of slime, smelling fresh and pure, calling to them with its scent - or lack thereof, more so. None of their magical senses detected anything hostile from it. They chanted rituals, or in Kamili’s case outright crouched down to collect a sample directly, and it seemed to carry the purifying properties they initially sensed. Reimael finally stopped leading to pause and catch his breath when they got there.

“Yes ... thank the gods,” he said. “We can wash ourselves here. You’ll have to remove everything you have and leave it behind. It’s [i]his[/i] now.”

That was the first time they objected to his advice, though not out loud. They hesitated. Kamili especially was reluctant to part with a pack that contained almost all of his magical power. Without his little inventions, he was little more than a small, physically weak hyena boy who knew a bit of magic but didn’t have anything to help him focus or contain such power. The others had power from within - or without, in Obie’s case - but he was nearly helpless if something happened. Cherno was already stripping from his thin disguise, seemingly not caring about hiding his identity from the new stranger, and Obie wasn’t far behind. Kamili was just going to have to keep watching a little longer and then join them.

The water was cool and immediately soothing to wade into. A nude deer, a naked possum, and eventually a nervous hyena waded into the depths along with Reimael. For all the tension of the escape, that was a moment of solace for the four of them. Eventually Obie even splashed the hyena a little just to help Kamili calm down a little. A small giggle and he splashed right back, though they took care not to make too much noise when they could still sense the presence of several others all throughout the hive.

“What’s the purpose of this place, anyway? Is the pool part of the hive, or actively fighting back against it?” Obie couldn’t help his curiosity as the four of them soaked together, up to their waist in calming, if unnatural water.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Reimael said. “From what I’ve managed to gather before they got me, it might be where infiltrators wash themselves before they return to the surface.”

“Hmmm.” For as worried as he was, Kamili was too intrigued to let that go by. “So it’s part of the hive, while also actively resisting it.”

“A power so great it’s capable of destroying itself isn’t something we should trifle with,” the deer said. “We should probably move on soon.”

Their brief amusement was gone, in place of determined concentration. Crossing the water and emerging on the other side led them to further tunnels, though these seemed clean and untouched by the slime they’d marched through to get there. There was no sound of their pursuers either. Maybe they’d already escaped. Their magic could cover up their nudity when they got to the surface, if they used it right. Either way, safety was surely close. At least until they found that the reason that incoming horde had gone silent wasn’t because they had given up or retreated, but because they had set up the perfect ambush.

It started as a single tentacle. The sorcerer among them got snatched by those very grabbable antlers, as if to seize him by the royal crown, and dragged off with a distinctly un-princelike bleat. Obie was quick to react, conjuring a blast that would have freed the deer, if slightly harmed him. Before the possum could so much as put his hands in front of him to deliver that quick spell, something slick wrapped around his wrists and yanked him back, directly through one of the seemingly solid walls. It squished around him, parting to allow his passage, revealing that the stone was merely more of that goop, in disguise. That left the two more helpless of the boys alone, twirling and waving their hands, trying to fend off the tentacles that were advancing upon them. Then it was more than just tentacles.

Figures started coming out of the walls themselves, leaping up from where they were camouflaged, revealing just how gooey everything truly was. Buglike with their antennae and their segmented eyes, they came in several types but very similar shapes. Some were flat-chested, others sported particularly massive breasts that jiggled with every step. Hefty cocks and fat balls were most common, though a few had especially slick, dripping pussies between their impossibly thick thighs. All of them had wide, round hips much like Reimael himself, accentuated by their sleek, shiny skin that dripped and [i]schlicked[/i] like the slimy walls all around the remaining group.

“Drones ...” Reimael said. “They want to bring us back to him. We can’t let - [i]hmmmfGLLK![/i]”

He was swiftly silenced by a tentacle that snapped out from one of them, first muffling his words, and then forcing its way directly down his throat. It didn’t stop there, either. The drone controlling it wiggled her hips, jiggling her assets as she forcibly plunged it back and forth, throatfucking Reimael to his knees. The [i]schlurking[/i] to go with the wolf’s desperate gulping was all Kamili could hear. His vision was blurring. He failed to suppress his nervous laughter any longer by the time they closed in and lunged for him to pounce him to the ground. Everything went dark for a few precious moments, just long enough for him to be completely overtaken, subject to his fate, just like the others.

The biggest group had converged upon the prince in their clutches. Titles and royalty mattered very little to the drones. All they saw was that supple, uncorrupted flesh for them to taste and touch. His deerish cries didn’t dissuade them from swarming him, nor did his attempts at repelling them with magic do him any good. He couldn't concentrate. Not with all those bodies rushing towards him, grasping, greedily groping, stroking him wherever he was the most sensitive. His inner power, his birthright was useless in the face of horrors a royal like him never thought he’d see in the gooey, shining flesh.

A tentacle silenced his bleats. Then three more turned those sounds to the frantic [i]glurks[/i] of a deer very much struggling to deal with how much his throat was getting stretched all at once. The nibbles of his blunt teeth or even those two front fangs of his weren’t any good against the flexible, yet stiff, throbbing appendages already fucking his gullet. They simply bent around his desperate bites, still plunging in and out, pressing all the way down to his chest in their [i]schlucking[/i] ferocity, in their driving need to fill and spread their corrupted seed to anyone without their taint. Cherno soon found his arms bent back by the many more writhing tentacles binding his body in place, suspending him above the sea of bodies while they had their way. The drones didn’t even have to touch him directly.

Every [i]schlop[/i] was another tentacle springing up from one of the buglike drones, winding its way around the blue-toned deer, stretching him out on the rack of their lust. He was already at his limit, already flinching while he gulped and strained, saliva mixing with their slime while it poured down his chin in most undignified fashion. One more was going to be too many in his mouth, and so they explored other routes. Some simply slopped and slimed all over his body, painting him down to the skin in that gooey substance, leaving the hive’s mark and fragrance clinging to him.

Several more took particular interest in his thighs. Looping around them, coiling, squeezing, they kneaded the bulk of his feminine body deep down into the muscles. It might have been soothing in a less frantic state. The same went for those that took to deftly playing with his balls. Though those tentacles were as thick as they were slick, constantly leaking that oozing, pheromone-packed substance from their tips, they were as dexterous as the most precise of fingers. Toying with his sack, hefting it up to press firm to his taint and massage his prostate from the outside, the drones soon got what they wanted in the firm of a rising, swelling blue deer cock. As soon as there was enough to grab, another tentacle snaked around it and started stroking.

Once they got him by the ankles, he knew what was coming next. He had no voice to complain when he was busy getting triple-penetrated, slobbering all over those pulsing things he was struggling to swallow, gulping their juices just to stay afloat. They yanked his legs apart and exposed that perky butt to the swarm. His short tail hardly needed lifting out of the way, but a single tentacle devoted itself to grabbing that and tugging it up just to be absolutely certain. The rest had free reign to slip and slide all over the contours of his rear, to play with his cheeks and grind on his taint, slopping across his hole until it was utterly dripping with their juices. At least penetration was going to go nice and smoothly when they got to that.

The tentacles took their time, either teasing him or simply sampling his every single detail first. Plenty remained outside of him, massaging all his tender places, ensuring his cock remained stiff for them to milk, but two found their spot. The lean tips hooked at his rim and began to slowly pry, stretching him, opening him up to the third which took aim, prodded a few times, and then [i]lunged[/i]. Cherno’s attempts at screaming out in shock and pleasure alike were almost audible despite the deep throatful he was getting when he felt that wriggling thing jam itself inside him until he swore it was slithering about in his belly.

There was hardly any time to adjust to the first one before another started crowding it. Two more pulled on his cheeks and ring alike, making sure there was enough room for him to get double-fucked by extra sloppy, spurting tentacles. They squished in together, leaving his belly bulging with their size. He could watch them crawling around inside him like living creatures themselves, despite his misty eyes, bending and curling to what felt like impossible angles. Cherno had never been stimulated like that. It was like they knew every single weak spot he had, every button they could push, and hammered them all at once.

When they were giving him that much pleasure, it wasn’t a matter of willpower when it came to controlling his body’s natural responses. They were puppeting him, controlling him via those sparks of sensation through his nerves, blasting his mind clean with everything they had to offer. And those [i]noises[/i]. Once all five tentacles were nestled inside of him, and the rest remained busy touching him, playing with and tugging his ears, stroking his chest and tickling his nipples, rubbing his belly, massaging his thighs, ass, taint, and balls, things were squelchier than ever. Every single sloppy, sucking, slimy sound was something he felt as much as heard, and despite the disgust he wanted to show, his only response was to cum for them all. Endlessly.

Orgasm controlled every aspect of Cherno’s being until he started to feel diminished. Maybe they’d perfected the art of making him cum his soul out. They drained his balls until he swore he had nothing left, but they made him find a way to keep giving. He might have felt hollow inside if it wasn’t for the cream filling they gave him. Every tentacle bulged in unison, swelling with the engorging load aimed directly inside the helpless deer. What didn’t simply swell him began to sink deeper into his being, absorbed as they shot strange monster jizz down his throat and deep into his rump, adding the haunting sensation of being corrupted from within to the extended, overbearing ecstasy.

The only thing that could make him stop cumming was shrinking down his deerhood itself. Already feminine in shape but more than hung enough to lay claim to the title of prince, Cherno found himself increasingly emasculated by the sheer power of orgasm, and the transformative cum swimming inside of him. He lost his antlers as if they’d never been firmly attached. His cock was shrinking. Every rope of spunk took a little more from it, as if he was cumming out his girth, sacrificing everything to them just to make that peak last a little longer.

When there wasn’t enough left to milk, that one tentacle unwound itself from around his shaft and instead took to flicking and teasing at the still-stiff but insignificant clit-cock the deer had left. His balls weren’t anything impressive anymore either. Those tentacles kept stroking and admiring him, squeezing him, coiling him, when they weren't just cumming inside of him. He survived the marathon in desperate gasps, until he finally had his mouth free once more. That was only so the triplet of tentacles could drench his face down to the skull in jets of hive spunk, blasting his features numb, masking him to the point of nearly drowning him until they finally relented and he could come up for sputtering, musky air.

Before he could use it to say a single coherent thing, he got a good sense of his new voice when he whimpered out in a far more feminine tone than he expected. That was the only thing he could do when he felt those many appendages playing with his newly softened chest. He had a modest bust for the moment, but it was already so sensitive to every stroke. The tentacles coiled around his chest as if trying to squeeze, but there wasn’t enough there, at first. They were getting bigger. Every moment that cum spent inside him made him that much more feminine, that much softer, that much more of a princess.

The plumper Princess Cherno’s tits got, the more her cock shrank away until it was nothing more than an especially sensitive clit for the tentacles to tease. That wet sensation wasn’t just the slime smearing all over her. She had a new, drippy doe sex to call her own, and of course the many drones and their tentacles didn’t leave it alone. They fondled her extra sensitive breasts and they played with her pussy folds, spreading her open more and more until the deer was wailing for them to just penetrate and breed her, to spare her the agony of waiting a moment longer.

She wasn’t even struggling against her bindings when she finally got her wish. A mere half minute of teasing had nearly been enough to drive her mad. Feeling a smooth, slick tentacle plunging into the twitching depths of her new feature helped drown out an ache she’d never felt in her life. She clenched on it so tight she could feel it squishing down flat, flexible to accommodate her contractions of desperate pleasure. Even knowing well that taking another of those massive loads inside her was likely to knock up her new body with something vile and unknowable wasn’t going to stop her from bucking and rolling her hips for it, grinding on the tentacle inside of her as if to demand it give her what she needed.

Yet even as it pumped and [i]schlicked[/i] in and out of her pussy, even when she flexed around it as if to swallow the whole thing inside her, to milk it and the drone attached to it for everything it had, she didn’t get what she wanted. Instead, she was left to grimace when it pulled out at the very last fraction of a second. She still got to have an orgasm, feeling that roaring, blazing pleasure all throughout her altered body, but it wasn’t [i]enough[/i]. Every cell of her body ached to be repurposed in the hive’s breeding slut, and yet it wasn’t going to happen.

They rubbed her, they squeezed her, they teased her with the tips of their tentacles, but she was left to ache and moan for more when they hauled her off as if marching in a parade, displaying her for the rest of the hive to see. She was going to make such a good offering for the king, bleating and nonverbally begging all the way down to a whole new kind of royal chamber below.

Obie’s fate might have seemed comparatively tame at first to the outside viewer. Pinned on the floor, surrounded by bodies, the possum was left to endure little more than the deep, relentless kisses from the many drones around him. They took turns making out with the warlock, or they crowded together to lock lips with his pointed muzzle all at the same time. He faintly kicked and slid his legs back and forth along the floor, shaking a little, cock absolutely trembling from the treatment. The attention alone got him horny, but it was more than simple smooches that had him so excited.

In their saliva and on their tongues, each of those drones carried a significant dose of that thick, sweet substance he had once heard called hive honey in his many readings. It was a delicious treat on first taste, but its corrupting, aphrodisiac effects were apparent moments after even the smallest sample. That he’d been pinned there, getting dose after dose from drone after drone meant he was near feral with lust beyond anything a mortal form was ever supposed to feel. Not even the pact could protect him from those effects. Engorged, bulging, veins taut, dripping and spurting, curling his toes and beating his tail against the floor, he was in a state perfectly balanced between rapture and misery.

It leaned more and more towards pleasure the longer they went, forcing him to taste and swallow great throatfuls of the intoxicating stuff that would have had potent effects from even the smallest lick. Only when he was insane with need did they finally start helping him relieve some of the tension. One of the lady drones mounted up on his cock and took it all in a single thump of her hips, lining herself up perfectly, driving him home inside of her. He came in a single stroke. It wasn’t a lack of stamina. After working him up that much, he probably could have reached orgasm from someone breathing on his cock. The question was if it would ever [i]stop[/i].

A constant stream of cum erupted from Obie’s straining black cock, gushing so hard that even the drone was starting to fill up and swell with it. He made that slick-skinned creature slosh until she pulled off his shaft, leaving the stream of seed arcing and splashing over the rest of the crowd. Not even cumming could relieve what he felt. He needed them all on top of him, needed them to fuck him and fill him with the seed so his descent into depravity could be complete. At least he didn’t have to communicate out loud before he got what he wanted.

Feeling them yank him up to his shaky feet was a recipe for him pitching over, but thankfully the drones caught him before he could collapse. They supported the entirety of his weight in their collective clutches, crowding all around him, each reaching in to get their handful of cute possum boy. Despite how prized he was, they didn’t clamour or fight for position. One remained on tail-pulling duty, yanking Obie’s up and out of the way to let one of the femboy drones mount his ass and stick some wet cock inside him without so much a moment of teasing. That might have just made him explode.

Jamming directly to penetration, picking up the pace without any respect to momentum, that drone powerfucked Obie with all his might. The rest of the swarm held him in place to ensure each of those thrusts plapped him as hard as possible. He hissed and moaned in pleasure, screeching weirdly once the drone really got going, really started bulging his belly with that extra juicy cock. Yet it still wasn’t enough. He pumped and gripped that shaft, squeezing on its every lubricated detail, but he wasn’t going to be satisfied with just one drone cumming inside of him.

Maybe it was his body language, or maybe he was already communicating with the hive on a deeper, more instinctual level after all they’d done to him. He licked his lips and swallowed a little more honey just in time to get a whole new taste mashed into his tongue. They assembled in front of his face, silencing his screams with cocks. One slipped across his cheek as if to tease its way into his chops, and while he was distracted, one just jammed straight into his open mouth. He gulped hard and kept on swallowing while the second crowded his lips. Dicks that size might have seemed impossible to deal with when he was still his normal self, but he knew he was already changing.

Opening up wide let two of them fuck his mouth and throat alike. He sucked with such ferocity he sensed the drones themselves getting thrown off balance for just a moment. Ravenous with need for their cum, he didn’t even lose his focus when another drone mounted his ass and added a fourth cock inside of him. Doubly double penetrated, suspended in the clutches of the many drones, spitroasted, spanked by their swinging, plapping nuts, he was at the same time overwhelmed and so determined nothing could break him. Collapsing could come later. He had to be the greatest, most enduring slut he could possibly be for them all, he had to milk them and take their seed like the best slut they’d ever seen. The honey demanded it be so.

When one drone started cumming, the others were shortly behind. Those orgasms rolled on with the possum chugging down spunk or getting his rump stuffed full of thick, hot ropes to make his belly swell and sag. The moment one climax finished, another drone was there to take the last one’s place. Obie rarely had less than four sets of nuts smacking against his butt and chin for more than a few moments. The spurts of his own near-constant climax weren’t wasted either. The first few splashed down on the floor, but one of the busty drones was soon kneeling underneath him to let it splash all over her tits, and into her open mouth before she started sucking it down.

Her heavy gulps competed only with Obie’s own throat-bulging efforts to swallow every single drop of drone cum the swarm could give him. He was vicious with his guzzling, stopping for nothing, pushing past his usual mortal physical limits to satisfy that all-consuming urge inside of him. It tasted so good. It felt so good sliding down. Getting fucked and sucked stupid was his constant reward for providing such good service. Through it all, the taste of honey lingered on his tongue, motivating him, driving him to descend deeper and deeper, to let himself be used as a vessel for the corrupted seed. He was ready to serve the whole hive if they needed him to.

Yet he couldn’t help but start to flicker, to weaken and fade after a marathon of taking cocks and getting sucked until his nuts were clenching with nothing more to give. The thrusting hips slowed, the tapping rather than smacking him with their balls. He still got a quartet of cumshots inside him to finish off, leaving him slumped and sloshing with a gut that swayed beneath him. They held on a little longer and began to pull out of his mouth just when he was about to slip over the edge. When they popped out with a [i]splot[/i] of spunk, he panted steam and coughed up their cum to make some room for his short, rapid breaths. It was just enough to bring him back from the brink of consciousness while the two behind him made him bring out a tiny whimper when they pulled free of his creamed ass.

[i]Huff huff huff ... hnnnh ... hufff ...[/i]

When it all quieted, at least for a moment, he finally opened his eyes. They’d been all scrunched shot for the duration of that messy gangbang. It was probably a good thing they had. Otherwise he might have truly been overwhelmed by all the sensations going along with his new vision. Violet, many-segmented eyes gave him so many angles at once, giving him so much information his diminished mind was shaken. Yet it wasn’t as hard to deal with as he might have thought. They’d changed him enough for that. Flicking a longer, more flexible tongue, dripping with that same sticky substance that had driven him wild in the first place, he was content to let them take him, to carry him off to do whatever duty was expected of a well-fucked, cum-drenched new drone like him.

Kamili recovered from that brief blackness that had overtaken him to find himself completely immersed in a sea of drone bodies. At least the landing was soft. He was caught up in the smothering embrace of all those sleek, curvy figures, and for as clean as the water had made him feel, it was all ruined in moments. They were all over him. Grinding, groping, moaning as if touching him was the greatest pleasure they could experience, they left his every single spot soaked in their slime and filled his senses with their scent and taste. It wasn’t what he expected. The sweetness that followed that substance oozing past his tightly sealed lips and down his throat was as pleasant as it was arousing.

With all his clothes left behind on the distant shore of that cave pool, and his many useful trinkets there with them, he was completely helpless to defend himself from such an onslaught. Naked, slathered, and slowly succumbing to their tempting touches, the hyena got a little stiff and a little blushy after not long at all. Exercising his willpower was next to impossible when his mind was already so near to breaking from all the stimulation. They made him horny, touching him, playing with his butt, his balls, and his stiffening shaft, and they didn’t relent for anything.

Long tongues snaked out to stroke and sample his fur in the midst of the slippery orgy he found himself caught in, as the main attraction. None of the drones gave their attention to anyone but him. They were grinding on him when they weren’t simply admiring him, smearing him in even more thick juices leaking from their cocks or pussies alike. It didn’t take long before a pair of plump nuts came down over his face, shrouding his vision, turning all black. If he didn’t know better, he might have thought the mindless drone was being playful bouncing up and down on him like that.

When he offered even a partly-hard cock to them, they were all over him. They stroked, massaged, then sucked his balls with the softest lips he’d ever felt. If he wasn’t so smothered under a pair of heavy nuts he might have moaned out loud. He was definitely trying to make some noise once they started sucking. Three mouths was definitely enough to get him fully hard. One for each of his balls, and another for his shaft, diving up and down with a blowjob so sloppy the noises made him flinch at first. Eventually he settled into a breathy, giggly moan beneath the balls on his face, soaking up all that attention, right up until he had open air to breathe again for all of three seconds. That was all the time it took for that drone to turn around and line up a plump, gooey, oozing cock with his reluctant lips.

All it took was one especially good suck to change his mind. Or maybe he just opened up so wide as to whoop with pleasure in that hyena way. He never quite got the sound out. It was muffled by the dick jammed right to the back of his tongue and down his throat. That taste he’d already sample grew so much more intense with his muzzle getting a ride like that. He couldn’t even get his hands up to brace himself. Yet somehow he never choked or gagged even when he felt his throat bulging with that fat monster cock jamming straight down his gullet.

He was already seconds away from losing all control and cumming for the creature sucking him off. When one of them lifted up his thighs and got under his nuts, slurping his taint, then his tight ass, every trace of restraint melted away. He shot his load for a drone to gulp, and no amount of muffled, [i]splurching[/i] whimpering made it stop sucking. Orgasm rolled into afterglow into second orgasm, leaving him twitching all over, body shuddering violently, and rather than show him any mercy, one of them just penetrated him.

It almost didn’t feel like a tongue. That firm, yet flexible appendage stretching his ring and digging deep into his spotty butt arched and curved around, exploring all his angles, touching all his buttons. It didn’t take long for it to find the most tender spot to push, and that’s exactly where it remained, stimulating him from within, keeping him leaking and spurting even once one of the drones pulled off his dick. It was soon replaced by a busty one, who slung her - or its - thighs over his hips and plapped a plump, wet pussy right down on his modest dick.

The way she squeezed tight around his shaft, enveloping it inside that sopping slit, hugging it from every side to stimulate him in every way possible felt like it was going to break him. He was still recovering from that doubled up cumshot, but he almost shot again right that moment. Instead, he settled for the warm, wet rhythm of that lady drone riding him hard and sloppy while he got his throat fucked and his prostate massaged by that curving tongue. Or he thought it was a tongue, right up until the moment he felt it bulging with something working up its length.

A smooth, soft something entered his body, followed by another, sinking deeper, taking root. He wasn’t sure what kind of eggs were being laid in him, nor did he have the capacity to care much. Instead, he was a trembling, sucking, swallowing mess, feeling that cock bulge between his lips, stretching his throat a little, ramming down until it went off with a [i]splurch[/i] he heard and felt all at once. After that, there was absolutely nothing for him to do but to guzzle down drone cum by what felt like the gallons.

Though he was but a simple, powerless small boy, he wasn’t going to let all those sensations defeat him so easily. When he wasn’t gulping he was wriggling and shaking about, cock still twitching inside the drone pussy coming down on him again and again. The tongue massaging his prostate ensured the pleasure of those clamping walls was all the more intense, driving him to shoot yet another load as if he’d been instantly refilled by all the pleasure. He wasn’t sure what the consequences of cumming bare inside one of those drones could be, but surely it wasn’t going to be as bad as filling his belly with monstrous seed.

Full and sloshing, heavy with strange fluids, he felt something changing inside of him. It was a faint quiver at first, almost indistinguishable from the other sensations overwhelming him, and yet it didn’t go away. Stronger and stronger it went, rattling through him as the scene changed once more. He almost wasn’t focusing on the pleasure anymore. Cumming inside that drone, he found himself being handled, pushed and even thrown about, bent over so one of the drones could mount his ass, but he was in a daze, focused on what was happening within him. At least until he got stuffed full of that dick.

One of the busty, yet well-hung drones planted her juicy dick right between his cheeks and didn’t give him so much as a courtesy grind before she started going right for penetrating him. That tongue had helped loosen him up a little, but it was still a long, deep stretch, aided by the slickness of the shaft sliding inside of him. He was bulging at the belly, watching that shape go back and forth until someone seized him by the muzzle. A hyena like him still had some potent chompers despite his size, but fighting back was the last thing on his mind. He was far too afraid of what would happen when he was so badly outnumbered, and maybe enjoying it more than he should have been too.

His paws and hands dangled down, useless as they spitroasted him, swaying back and forth with every thrust. One cock inside his ass was already wrecking him. When another pushed his way in behind that booty, he was left with all his complaints and sounds of pleasure alike muffled in the crotch of the drone currently facefucking him. That curious something in his chest only grew more potent, more difficult to ignore. He found himself pawing at the places where it was most prominent, making some muffled whimpers between the savage [i]GLURKS[/i] of swallowing down all that drone cock. There was something worse than just being bloated with cum happening to him, or maybe it was so much better.

Everything was numbing out. They fucked his mind not quite blank when they filled him up, bottoming out with two pistoning cocks nestled against his backside, balls-deep in tight rump, making him quiver and clench for them, cumming all over the sea of bodies beneath his dangling form. He swallowed even more spunk, but the swelling sag of his gut didn’t bother or distract him. There was some part of him that was [i]complete[/i]. It was just like the voice had said. A piece was missing, right until the moment.

It was enough to make him giggle madly when they finally relented, parting like waves around his splattered body while he slowly struggled to his knees. In time, that modest laugh grew to a more insane cackle. Perhaps he was truly gone. They’d fucked his mind right out. Or maybe that was the only way to deal with all the sensations he was going through at once. He clutched himself, peering through his fingers to see what had become of the wolf he was supposed to be rescuing.

Reimael looked back at him with a pleading gaze. Suspended in an X by the grasp of at least a dozen tentacles, the girly wolf was caught in a precarious, exposed position, stretched out so the slithering appendages of the many other drones could wriggle their way inside of him all at once. The wolf’s mouth was full, throat bulging with the trio of tentacles jammed down, leaving him to drool and give some muffled whimpers at best. Plenty more pressed deep into that taut, plump ass. They weren’t even fucking him by that point. Instead, they remained rigidly in place, flexing and pumping to push more of those smooth, soft eggs inside the boy’s growing belly.

Those were much bigger than the ones they’d given Kamili. Thus far, Reimael seemed to somehow find the room to hold them. He was growing and growing, belly displaying the outline of at least a dozen of those faintly pulsing things, ready to hatch gods-knew-what inside him. The drones kept pushing them inside, slowly, propelled on the thick cum flowing through their many tentacles. Kamili stood in front of the wolf, eyes wide, a glazed expression on his face. The only thing he could think to do was slowly stroke his cock to the sight, numbed by the pleasure and indulgence of a hive drone gangbang. He wasn’t going to be of any help.

The situation didn’t look good for Reimael, but he still couldn’t stop cumming. Every time one of those eggs reached his body, whether it was slowly pushing past his lips and down his throat, or nestling against his asshole to spread him open around it and pop inside with a nice slick sound, he shot another rope of spunk. It was hard to say if it was another small orgasm each time, or if he was just caught in an ongoing, slow-moving peak that he could never quite escape.

The drones had an unending appetite for breeding and egging their captive, as if nothing more than mindless machines for that singular purpose. They drones gave him egg after egg, until his belly was squishing down over his stiff cock, utterly packed. When those were all nestled in place, they made sure to water that fertile garden with all the cum Reimael could possibly hold, and the wolf was left with his eyes rolled back and a silly little smile on his face throughout the process of being seeded and bred.

Kamili certainly wasn't judging him. He rubbed a small cumshot out on the gooey floor at that display. Thoughts of danger and dread were far from what was left of his mind. At least for the moment. His legs were shaky. He really wanted to just close his eyes, so he did. Drifting and slowly falling back was no trouble. The drones were there to catch him, holding him and carrying him off as the rest of the swarm finished with Reimael.

The wolf got just one more egg in his ass before the tentacles finally relented, slowly [i]schlurping[/i] back, but not before hosing him down with the last of their cum until the wolf all but vanished under the torrent of seed. Reimael laid there on the ground, sprawled out, belly swollen and yet slowly shrinking down as if those eggs were absorbing into him directly. Anyone else would have been utterly devastated after a treatment like that. Reimael was different.

Slowly rising, swollen, smelling like sweet honey and drone cum, he got to his feet without so much as a shake or a struggle, even with cum utterly pouring from his hole and rolling down his fur. Kamili even saw him smile before he vanished. Wherever they were going, he soon followed, hauled along by the masses of bodies carrying him. The darkness was thicker, and that strange wet scent that pervaded the hive, the one that had lured them into that place to begin with. In time, there came that familiar voice again, more powerful than ever.

“Come, Kamili. I know you’re still scared. Yet that’s exactly why you’re the perfect choice. I have such wonderful things to offer you. And the choice will be entirely yours.”

Wherever the drones were going, they knew the way perfectly. Left, right, up, down, it was all starting to feel like it didn’t make any sense, as if they existed in an impossible space, looping in on itself infinitely. The complexities were too much for the hyena’s brain after everything he’d endured. And yet he knew there was so much more waiting below, in the deepest, darkest, wettest chamber of all. It was vast to the point he couldn’t even see the ceiling. Every surface writhed, dripped, and squelched without needing to be touched. Truly, it was a place fit for none other than the king himself.

Trevor might have been an ordinary kitsune once, as ordinary as the many-tailed species could ever be at least. He was far from recognizable to anyone who might have once known his name, dwelling down in his hive for so very long. His body was almost indistinguishable from his throne, all covered in the blackest of slimes. His attractive, turquoise inner glow was most visible in that slash of a smile, and the many small dots that might have been eyes over his eldritch features. Witnessing him was at the same time horrific as it was deeply arousing in an inexplicably, otherworldly way. Kamili was as close as he’d ever been to standing in the presence of a god, and he couldn’t stand for long.

At least he wasn’t alone. Reimael was there. So too were the others, reunited in the aftermath of their debaucherous treatments. Seeing the state of them, Kamili was starting to feel like he got off easy somehow. Whether they were desperately gnashing their teeth with desire like Obie, furiously touching her new pussy like Cherno, or simply standing in reverent awe like the two boys who just walked in, each of them appreciated their new king in their own silent ways.

As for what Trevor thought of them, he didn’t need to speak to convey that. His approval was obvious.. He glowed most when he started to stiffen, showing off a cock large enough for his new servants to hug. Plump and double-knotted, it dripped the sweetest honey of all, leaving the boys desperately sniffing just to sample a little of his kingly essence from afar. It was enough to bring them to their knees, whether it was out of reverence or merely their legs feeling weak beneath them in his presence.

“Four luscious gifts, all for me. You have done very well.”

Trevor spoke in a voice that resonated through the hive, words coming from his mouth and that of several other drones lurking around the room all at once. The tone was, of course, familiar. He tapped his fingers together, still wearing that nightmare smirk.

“I have felt you all from the moment you entered my domain. Your energies are strong. And I strongly suspect you’re all worth keeping. But how will I ever know for certain until I’ve tested you? All I ask now is who wants to go first.”

It wasn’t exactly words that came from Obie’s salivating mouth. He screeched in need, crawling towards the hive king, still insane with lust and honey. Trevor softly chuckled as he reached for the poor, desperate possum. Such a wiggly creature, left untransformed and thus forced to deal with the effects of all that honey with his mere mortal body. Trevor didn’t bother to move from his throne to fuck that cute boy. He wanted to see all those silly expressions.

Obie had already taken so much, but he was depraved and desperate for more. Trevor’s tentacles emerged to welcome his plaything, but he had his cock squarely pointed up and under that swaying pink and black tail. The coating of goo that clung to every glowing inch ensured it was a smooth slide down its many inches, no matter its size, no matter how much the poss bulged with the great big dick getting stuffed into his backside. His belly bulged with it, glowing from the inside out while he faintly wiggled. He couldn’t do much but quiver, but at least he made those expressions and noises alike that made Trevor grin as he fucked the screeches out of his first prize.

“My, my.” His tone remained steady even as he slammed that noisy possum. “How needy. And so very tight. Let’s see how well you stretch, slut.”

Soon the impact of that tight butt thumping down atop the first of those knots sent a jiggle through Trevor’s balls as much as through Obie’s whole body. The cute boy was leaking all over his master, shooting his precum hard, painting those abs, even that taut chest. Trevor watched that boy twist and writhe with his many eyes, taking in Obie’s overwhelming ecstasy from many angles, steadily thrusting into a tight black hole that he made stretch perfectly around his girth.

It was almost too much for the poor boy. He began to teeter and sag backwards, arms spread out wide as if to grasp anything. His eyes rolled back, only to snap forward again as he clung to consciousness. Trevor just held him tighter, hands around his waist, bouncing him in his lap until one of those knots kissed the poss boy’s rim so firmly it slipped past the resistance in a single slurping [i]POP[/i]. That left Obie with one bulging in his belly and a second nestled against his ass, pulsing with the urge to fill and breed that boy with corrupting cum. Drooling honey, eyes shiny, tongue out, the possum couldn’t have looked more ready to be filled.

Trevor gave him exactly what he wanted, what he [i]deserved[/i]. A deep, final thrust and he remained just like that, almost fully buried in the boy, stretching him to his limit. His nuts pulsed and his knot swelled even fatter, pressing all of Obie’s buttons at once until the poss simply had no choice but to madly cum all over the king’s middle. It was his constant tribute, gushing out of him at such speed, such volume it wasn’t natural. When Trevor’s thick, hot, thoroughly corrupting cream began to flow, the possum’s orgasm simply kept going, no matter how much it made him scream himself hoarse, curl his toes, flail his arms, and shiver with untold, eldritch ecstasy.

He was still cumming even when Trevor was done with him. The king clutched him tightly, but carefully, slowly tugging him off that knot. It took a good amount of time for Obie to eventually pop off that swollen bulge. He twitched when he did, cumming even harder, only falling to a trickle when Trevor fully pulled out of him. The hive king held the bloated possum up above his head a moment, as if to do something more with him, or perhaps simply showing him and his swollen, bouncing belly off for all to see. When he set Obie down, the poss was left writhing and kicking, making a puddle of cum beneath him as it flowed from his stretched hole and his still-stiff cock alike.

“Such a good, breakable boy. I will enjoy seeing how deep I can make him descend. Yet I sense one of you is not fully committed to being mine just yet.” He tipped his muzzle down to look at the wolf boy, who shuffled under that scrutiny. “My dear Reimael. How wonderful to find you back again. Such a shame you shall have to be punished for your attempt to escape. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Reimael could only do his best to hide his blush. A strange shiver came over him. He kept his hands behind his back, rubbing the strange mark there. He opened his mouth as if to speak his case. Instead, he found himself silenced with an [i]URRRK[/i] when Trevor simply stuffed a perfectly aimed tentacle straight down the boy’s throat as soon as he parted his lips. This one was thicker than the ones the drones used on him. It oozed and pulsed more lewdly, and delved even deeper, reaching all the way to his belly, yet it somehow managed to keep from ruining him.

The steady slip and slide back and forth to fuck Reimael’s entire gullet was soon joined by another tentacle curling around one of those plump asscheeks and pulling it to the side. Feeling the wet thing exploring under his tail like that, poking, prodding, teasing, was enough to make the wolf moan out loud around the tentacle. The sound even managed to partially escape over the muffled [i]glurking[/i] of getting facefucked by the slimy thing. Soon he had a second inside of him, thick and sloppy, spreading him out around its size yet accommodating his limits perfectly to stimulate him as much as possible.

Of course, Trevor wasn’t satisfied with that. He brought a third tentacle along to touch Reimael’s taint, to tickle its way up the wolf’s balls and shaft with the very tip until it went for the tip of his dick. Rather than penetrate him, it simply engulfed him. Latching onto Reimael’s entire shaft at once. It squeezed and seemed to even suck with a steady [i]schlop[/i] as it slipped back and forth, draining all the precum that got milked out by the tentacle massaging his tender button. Even the one slipping in and out between his lips made his cock twitch all the more, like he was going to cum from getting throatfucked alone.

He’d already had plenty of eggs laid inside of him, but those had seemingly shrunk down like they’d been absorbed by his body. There was room for more. Trevor fucked him until the thrusting tentacles brought the wolf boy right up off his feet. Once Reimael’s cock started flowing, it didn’t stop. The hive king drained all that cum up the bulging tentacle wrapped around his shaft and gave it back tenfold. His tentacle swelled taut with cum, and with that seed came eggs much bigger than the ones the drones had provided.

At least they were flexible. They squished down when they had to fit inside the wolf boi’s body, shooting directly down into his belly or deep, deep up his backside when they started erupting forth, one after another. Reimael swelled and swelled. He would have fallen to his knees if his feet were still on the ground, but instead he was left to drip excess cum that overflowed out of him in the process of making his belly sag with the sheer weight of everything Trevor was giving him. Surely he had to be getting knocked up for real this time. He could only hang there and accept it, locked in what looked like an endless orgasm, cumming until it felt like he was going to give his very soul up to the dark king upon his gooey throne.

Trevor finished with one last especially sizable egg to pop into that suspended boy like a knot in his mouth and ass all at once. Reimael offered one last spurt of cum as tribute in response to that, then slumped. He looked like he’d passed out, but there was still enough left of his mind to writhe about. Soon, he found himself in good company with Obie, sprawled out alongside the dazed possum, leaking cum while his belly wobbled with all the outlined bulges of the tightly-packed slime-eggs that lived inside of him. Whether they were to hatch, or simply to absorb and corrupt him further remained unclear.

“Hmmmm. Very satisfying. The hive grows much stronger today. And what’s this? A lovely princess, just for me? To think the power we might have if you were to serve as my newest broodmother.”

He was eyeing the doe of course, who regarded him back with an expression that was largely blank, caught up in his aura and the sensations that came with standing in his presence. It was time for Trevor to rise up from his throne, standing tall over the offerings before him. The deer didn’t react when he reached for her. Nor did Cherno make much of a fuss when she found herself pinned beneath the living nightmare before her. He completely overtook her, smothering her in his body, letting the goo drip down over her form as he pressed his chest to her bust and rubbed his fat cock all over her belly.

Leaving her thoroughly coated and smeared, legs quivering along with the constant contractions of her cunt eventually got a desperate little sound from her. It was the smallest bleat of all. She had completely broken, knowing nothing but serving the king who soon tugged her into a domineering mating press. With her hooves in the air, legs stretched out to wrap around the waist of the monster atop her, she took one deep breath just so she could scream her bliss for all the hive to hear when Trevor finally penetrated her.

As big as that cock might have been, it fit so snugly inside Cherno. Trevor pressed down until his first knot kissed those pussy lips and then just remained there a time, snug against her trembling folds, letting her clench on him enough that it probably would have been enough to make her cum just by being inside her. Yet she deserved a proper pounding, and the gooey floor cushioned her ass nicely when he started bringing himself down on her in all his eldritch power. Sparing nothing for that soft, barely touched pussy, he lunged instantly into a rapid, furious pace, fucking her transformed cunt as if to claim it all to himself forever.

She still hadn’t had the pleasure of feeling someone cum inside her pussy. The drones had teased her with that to the brink of insanity. She was left squeezing her thighs around Trevor’s waist, desperate to milk him, to squeeze it all out before he was even done with her. He wasn’t swayed. She was going to have to be patient, and endure the impossible ecstasy of getting her pussy plapped by a big fat knot - until the first one [i]schlipped[/i] inside with relative ease, only to pop right back out when he wrenched back. Knotfucking her with the first, and still slamming her with the second ensured she was pleasured to the very brink, edging constantly but refusing to find her release until he [i]filled[/i] her.

Of course she was wailing the whole time. She simply screamed, as if to rival the possum’s own screeches. Her throat didn’t hurt or fail. She had all the noise to give, and all the pleasure to take with that second knot driving closer and closer to filling her while the first furiously popped in and out, faster and faster, wetter, sloppier. She was a mess, drenched in goo and sex alike, legs failing and slumping as she went numb with overstimulation. Yet she wasn’t too numb to erupt in climax when Trevor finally plunged the second knot inside her and filled her new womb with cock before painting it with the cum she violently craved.

The orgasm she experienced was greater than any pleasure she could have ever enjoyed as a boring old royal. She squirted for the beast atop her, squeezed his knots, and took his cum until she swelled and swelled, belly expanding up under her tits, pussy overflowing despite the double seal of those bulbs bulged inside of her. Her expression shifted from awe and even a bit of fear over the pleasure she was experiencing to a stupid, drooling, blank-eyed mess. Trevor smiled, watching the intelligence drain from the former sorceress princess with every shot of his cum. It wasn’t just her body he was corrupting with each spurt, wiping away those thoughts and those spells while his goo crawled over her blue fur and coated it with a new, second skin.

[i]Schliiiiiick POP! Schliiiiiick POP![/i]

He pulled his knots out of her with significant effort, planting his hand on her chest for extra leverage, pressing her down until he was free of her horny grasp. She was still clenching up tight around nothing, squeezing some cum out of her cunt, ready for more at any moment.

“Such a fine queen you might have made. Yet there is only room for one down here.” He licked his lips, observing her a little longer, but he wasn’t about to neglect the shy hyena. “And as for you. I can feel your mind in the hive. Kamili, is it? Approach, please.”

Kamili’s thumping heart felt slightly steadier to hear those gentle words. He was a little less shaken by Trevor’s presence, but still found himself struggling to speak. There was no need anyway. Trevor told him all he needed to know.

"The queen and I desire you. Such bravery deserves a reward don't you agree? A taste of royal seed should suffice."

He stood tall over Kamili, putting a hand on the back of the hyena’s head. Yet there was no need to force him to suck. All hesitation melted away at the slightest suggestion. He wrapped his lips around that sex-coated dick just fine, letting it glow all the way down his throat when he so easily swallowed it. Stretching like that was no trouble, somehow. Maybe he was already becoming one of the drones, and he just hadn’t noticed it yet. All the goo coating him made his spots barely visible after grinding up against the king’s balls a little. He looked almost like an extension of Trevor’s body, all sleek and shiny, bending right over to get as much of that dick in himself as possible. Of course, presenting a perky butt like that couldn’t go ignored.

Trevor had plenty of tentacles to provide such a curvy boy while he sucked and worshipped his king. Three of them would do. Each of them could have satisfied him alone, but jammed together, wriggling and stimulating all the different angles and sensitive spots at once was bound to be even better. Kamili’s cock trembled when he got that trio of oozing appendages stroking his rim, slowly spreading him out and easing inside to stimulate him with the exact kind of expertise that had helped Trevor grow his hive so vast in the first place.

For every suck, he got a triple-attack of thrusts that only jammed him deeper on that dick. He gulped it all the way down to the knots, gulping it madly to massage it with his throat as much as possible. Either he didn’t have to breathe anymore, or he was finding a way between sucks. He wasn’t sure himself. All that mattered was he endured and kept pleasuring that eldritch king, [i]glurking[/i] it all down, chugging those juices and cleaning every drop of Cherno’s pussy juice from those glowing inches.

He got his ass fucked so deep it lifted him right off his paws, spitroasting him onto Trevor’s cock. That didn’t give him pause either. He kept on swallowing, kept on serving and worshipping until he got even deeper. One knot in his mouth, then down his throat, then another. It all went so surprisingly smoothly, even if he looked silly bulging like that with such a clear outline of cock and tentacles alike. He could take it. He felt like he could do anything, with a little help from the king himself. And he was going to make such a good receptacle for all of Trevor’s cum.

The reward was every bit as sweet as Kamili had hoped. Even with that dick buried deep in his throat, he could still taste it. The musk and honey-sweet taste combined so well on his tongue once his gullet started overflowing and it poured out of his mouth around those knots. He drooled it and gulped it as best he could, pouring his own cum all over the king’s feet. Those tentacles fucked it all out of him, and replaced it with his own, rushing into his cushy backside to hit him with three cumshots at once. The goo-coated hyena boy soon sported a fat belly of pure eldritch seed, and yet he kept on sucking until there was nothing left to suck. He would have remained on, unflinching, blowing Trevor for eternity if the king decided that was his new purpose.

Instead, Kamili had earned a rest, alongside the other corrupted boys. Obie had finally taken on the sleek, honey-dripping, bug-like appearance of the other drones after the cum inside him spread out and overtook his mortal being. Cherno looked fantastic with her skin all shiny and black, juices still pouring from her pussy. But where was the wolf? The same one who’d brought them down there in the first place was nowhere in sight. Was his thanks to his would-be rescuers nothing more than slipping off unnoticed, and leaving three captives to replace him? Kamili managed to weakly glance back to take a look.

It wasn’t that Reimael had left. He simply wasn’t who he appeared to be. Not anymore. Maybe not ever. The hyena turned just in time to observe the change himself. The wolf wore a smile at first. Reimael reached for it, and began to pull. To the hyena’s initial horror, the figure who had been Reimael began to strip away his outer layers as if it had never been anything more than a thin disguise - one Kamili really should have sensed and seen through. Beneath the furry exterior there was something glossy, something wet and slick like the hive king himself, revealing the fangs and many eyes of something more than just a drone.

There was more. The cute, boyish figure had all been a lie of its own. That swollen belly of eggs and seed soon complimented a much broader, busty body that revealed itself along with the rest of the wolf - if she truly was that anymore. With her breasts swollen and leaking, her belly rounded and smooth, and her curves broader than ever, the newly gooey form of the wolf shone brightly with the hive’s inner glow. She was glorious, emitting pheromones that made Kamili outright drop to his knees before her. And she just kept growing, until she towered over the hyena much like Trevor himself. She wasn’t a mere captive. She was the other half of the hive, the broodmother, the queen herself, fit for a king.

“Hello again. Did you enjoy my little ruse? Did I convince you?” She stood proudly with Trevor, equally monstrous as him.

“It was a wonderful display my Queen. Your gifts suspected nothing. I could feel it. Every second they spent deceived was a delight.” He let a tendril rub along her form, exploring her, slowly curling around her as if to draw her closer.

Every movement by the two of them came accompanied by a lewd [i]schlick[/i] or [i]schlop[/i]. He wasn’t much quieter. Kamili was absolutely drenched in hive-slime, partly made of it, infused with a mind-emptying need for pleasure before all else. His concern for the others was gone from his thoughts, and not because he’d forgotten about them. He was certain they must have been [i]happy[/i]. Reimael reached for him, and he held up his hands in praise, ready to give himself to her.

As soon as she got her tentacles on the hyena, she grasped him tightly and hoisted him up with ease. He dangled there, completely fearless, returning the grin Reimael was offering him. The broodwolf licked her lips and spoke in an altered voice that was like ambrosia to Kamili’s ears.

“You boys were so kind to come all the way down just to save me. We always enjoy such heroic additions to the hive. For your bravery, I will give you the honour of mating with me.”

With the changes that had come over him, he might have even been worthy of it. His cock, usually modest, even a bit small compared to the other boys he travelled with, was at least twice its usual size. His balls were flexing and firm, churning up a potent load, just for her. Reimael wrapped him up in her arms and tentacles alike, slowly bringing him down to the gooey floor so she could squeeze him between her thighs. He was inside her in an instant, rushing past her ultra-sleek inner flesh, filling her up as best he possibly could.

She rode him with such tender care, it was like he was finally home. He found new ways to use his voice after his transformation, going beyond just whooping and cackling and into a whole new cacophony. It was as if he had two voices at once. Maybe he did. It was the only way to properly express himself while he got his cock squeezed by the squishing, squelching walls of the broodmother's pussy wrapped around every single inch of his shaft. He could only bob his hips and tap his balls against her sex to try to keep up, listening to their slimy bodies rubbing against one and splatting their surroundings with every juicy plap.

He was doused in her honey-thick lust, smelling of her sweetness, glazed from top to bottom. It felt as if he could vanish inside her entirely, but instead he focused on following her rhythm, on letting her ride him and drain him until he was on the very edge of eruption. There he stayed for as long as he could, gifted concentration in his devotion, exercising his willpower to keep rigid and dripping without blowing just yet. Only when her flooded pussy started to squeeze up tight around his cock and made his balls go tight with the clenching need for release overtaking his shining, transformed self did he give in.

He gave her all his cum and found himself rewarded in the form of a pumping, gripping climax from the broodmother herself. They bred in gushing waves, singing their eldritch song together. Kamili’s old self might have been crushed by the power of those curves coming down on his hips and thighs, but he endured it all just to drain his nuts inside her womb and paint it with more spunk than he was usually capable of producing in an entire week. It just kept flowing, even when his eyes flickered shut and he let pure sensation overtake him. When he thought he was done, truly empty, an exploring tentacle started curling up under his balls, massaging his taint with some firm, wet strokes until he was spurting just a little more. Even in his transformed state, he wasn’t immune to whimpering.

She remained atop him, leaving him basking in her scent and taste, enraptured by his reward, still stiff even if he had nothing more to give. The king nodded his approval at the sloppy sight, watching the juices slowly pooling out beneath the pinned hyena. But he had other guests to entertain, and just because the possum and the doe were left writhing in the goop, devastated by his first test didn’t mean he was done with them.

“I think we have our strongest candidate right here, snug between your thighs,” he mused, giving Reimael a monstrous smirk that she returned. “Perhaps these others would be worthy too, if given a chance. Yet the more I look at them, the more I feel other appetites awakening.”

He gestured not with his hand, but with a few of his many tentacles. They [i]schlipped[/i] and [i]schlopped[/i] about with every movement, ready to embrace his prey. Neither Cherno nor Obie were present enough to truly appreciate the danger. They didn’t resist when they found themselves being drawn in, wrapped up and gripped tight to gather before him. It didn’t take any nudging to make them start grovelling, to make them stroke and admire the fully goo-coated body of the hive king who’d fucked him so well. Either he was the source of all that corruption, or he was merely the most engulfed in it. In more coherent times, their minds might have been curious. Instead, they lived for nothing but his commands.

“Ah, pretty princess. You make such a fine girl. All I want from you is your soft lips on my dick. Possum - “ Trevor paused for just a moment, lowering his voice just a little. “You have disappointed me, Obie. All I asked was the occasional tribute. You needn’t even have escorted them yourself. Tipping them off would have been enough.”

He straightened up, looming over the possum all the more, bathing that boy in his inner light.

“Have I not been a generous patron, in all your travels? Have I not saved you in your lowest moments? And all for nothing. Well, I will show you how to make it up to me now. Get your mouth on my balls. Fit as much of them in there as you can.”

If he was more coherent, Obie might have felt the dread those words ought to have inspired. It was all true. He thought he could get away with it. As long as he kept putting it off, as long as he kept waiting for the right sacrifice to send down to the hive, surely the king would understand. Yet rather than cower in fear and beg for more time, his partly transformed self, half drone, half adventurer lived for nothing more than the master’s will. His power was Trevor’s to give, and to take away.

They were far too caught up in lust to rush, but they moved as swiftly as they could to their positions. Cherno had the honour of sitting in the king’s lap, pressed against that spire of a glowing cock. She kissed it where it dripped the most and pressed her face right against that slit, smothering himself in juices, inhaling them and swallowing them alike. Sometimes it was merely nuzzling, making a great, undignified mess of her smeared features, dripping right down to her clenching sex. Other times she worked her tonight all over the tip, sometimes even inside, worshipping her new king like he was all she was ever going to need again.

Obie gave his very best to follow those commands. For all that had been done to his body, it was easier than expected. He opened wide and sucked on as much of one great, heavy nut as he possibly could. Nursing from it, letting that corrupting goo flow into his mouth along with the masculine flavour of the corrupted king, he eased in closer and closer until he could feel his body start to alter itself just to serve Trevor better. He stretched himself around more and more of that great, hefty sack, sucking on it with the most eager of slurps, swallowing everything he could. Every gulp of goo made him feel all the more powerful.

Stretching his jaws to an impossible size was a gift that could only come with deeper and deeper corruption, transforming Obie from within, turning him to even more of a glossy-skinned drone than he already was. He whipped a blackened tail around like it was a tentacle of its own, and after all the changes, it was as good as one. Soon, he managed to please his master even more by starting to suck on the entirety of one of Trevor’s enormous balls, even if it stretched his jaws and bulged his cheeks to obscene levels. He started working on the second.

The more he worked to worship the hive king with that depraved fervour, the more intimately close to those nuts he got. It was starting to get hard to tell where Trevor started and the possum ended. Obie pushed himself in deeper and deeper, swallowing those balls, drinking the hive sweetness from them, shuddering, moaning at least at first. The sounds grew too muffled to hear before long, replaced instead by a ferocious churning, by the audible pump and squeeze of Trevor’s ultra-potent sack.

It was hard to say if it was absorbing Obie from within, or without. Every suckle, every swallow and slurp brought the possum all the closer with those balls. They were growing fatter and heavier between Trevor’s thighs, loudly grumbling with the urge to consume that pretty boy just to make himself even more virile. That swinging set existed more or less as one with the possums shapely figure for a time, highlighting those broad hips, those tight legs, and that bulging belly full of monstrous kitsune nuts. A few more good clenches added even more heft to that pair, and made Trevor’s cock pump thicker, hotter, more intoxicating juices all over Cherno’s tongue as he smoothed over what remained of Obie’s individual form, fully assimilating him with a smooth, squelching [i]schlurp[/i].

Absorbing that cute possum, making him part of his balls awakened an even deeper hunger inside Trevor. His balls were outright bouncing with the flexing need, clenching up tight, churning up a thicker and thicker load. That alone would have been enough to breed and swell the broodmother, his queen Reimael. The corrupted wolfess stood massaging her pussy to the sight of Trevor feeding, leaking the juices Kamili had helped her make. She could wait for whatever gift her king bestowed upon her. Trevor leaned in close to speak to the curvy, transformed girl licking the juices out of his cock.

“I know who you are. Or who you were. You would make such a good princess for your king, Cherno. But I think I have a better place to put you.”

A little nudge, a little touch on the back of the head was enough to guide that doe where she needed to be. There was no need for force. She pushed herself all the deeper into the musky confines of Trevor’s glowing cock, letting it completely overtake her muzzle, even if it meant getting those juices in every single orifice. She [i]snurfed[/i] that prespunk as she got overtaken in relative darkness. There was still that faint shimmer within Trevor’s shaft, just enough to let her see the walls pulsing with the need to tug her inside, to claim her, to devour her and add her to the power of the corrupted king of tentacles.

The first good [i]clench[/i] was as much a gulp as anything else. Trevor swallowed her slowly, but not for lack of ability. He savoured her lean form and her soft curves with those immense contractions. Squishing deeply into her bust, massaging it with those pumps and squeezes, then [i]slurking[/i] a little more of her away into that glowing shaft ensured she made for as distinct a bulge as possible. Especially once Trevor moved deeper down and swallowed even more of her into his shaft, overtaking those fine hips, pumping on that cushy ass. A pair of legs that had once belonged to a respected royal, and a powerful sorcerer, helplessly descended into the stiff cock of the underground monster, and princess Cherno was moaning for her king all the way down.

Consuming them both, in their own way, only doubled Trevor’s satisfaction. He sat back in his throne, displaying his triumph as the last of Cherno descended past the double knots. The deer slumped into her rightful place, nestled within the king’s nuts, jostling and jiggling them with her arrival. They swiftly hugged up tight around her figure, feeling her, possessively clutching her, but her stay inside that mighty sack wasn’t going to last long. Trevor and in some way Obie were working together to churn up some extra activity, to get those balls really sloshing and churning with an ominous rumble that surrounded the doe in a wall of sound.

She would have been so breedable, so keepable, but Trevor wasn’t letting up. He clenched her and squished her taut, highlighting the very shapes and curves of her figure he was set to grind down to thick, musky slop to stuff his nuts. Rubbing her with those warm walls, bathing her in the humid scent of rising nutsludge, coating her fur in everything she was becoming was enough to nearly blank out her senses entirely. Yet there was still enough of her left to feel every detail that faded, every shape that got smoothed over and messily erased by the constant compression attacking her from all sides.

Another solid [i]sclursh[/i] of nuts around her body and she sank down that much more. Trevor hardly had to do anything. His balls worked all on their own, that inner tension working to squish his prey down. A few soft strokes of his cock only got things working all the faster, all the more aggressively to churn that doe away and pack his sack tight and heavy with all the cum he was making out of her. There was a steady stream leaking from his tip, but he wasn’t about to waste it just yet. He kept his self-pleasuring slow until his prey was completely dealt with.

Cherno managed perhaps a few last gasps, a few more shudders and twitches while she was half-creamed inside that spunk-packed prison. A vague outline of her face pushed out from within, only to get pressed down with the rest of her into a less and less discernible shape. [i]GLURCH[/i] went those nuts, creaming the deer a little more, until she was little more than an indistinct bulge. Another steady [i]gworrrrgle[/i] and groan and that last remnant smoothed over to leave nothing but a fat load of that ultra-virile hivemaster seed. There was only one other member of the hive worthy of such a load.

“Come here, Reimael. Let’s see what we can make out of them.”

His voice was surprisingly calm for how visibly horny he was. Newly fuelled, his cock was engorged to its fullest, knots pulsing with every jumping, dripping [i]pump[/i] that passed through his massive length. If he was anyone else, he might have descended into mindless rutting, but instead he waited patiently for the busty broodmother to swish her hips to him and climb into his lap. She filled it out much more comfortably than the deer had. Sitting her soft ass down on his thighs, pressing her immensely slick slit to his tip, she made darkly glowing eye contact with her king’s many gazes, falling into a kiss that had them swallowing each other’s long, flexible tongues with ease.

She mounted that cock and let it slip all the way inside of her in a single plunge. Each of Trevor’s knots popped past her pussy lips with a suitably wet [i]splurt[/i] of juices, both his and hers. He was already making a mess of her insides before she even started bouncing. When she began to move those hips, he gave her thrusts of equal power, turning their monstrous lovemaking into more of a slamfuck the longer she rode him and milked him. Clutching, gripping slime-coated bodies, massaging each other’s tongues with throats, they were free to fuck as loudly and messily as they wanted with only the many drones as their witnesses.

It wasn’t a question of stamina that made Trevor cum so quickly. He had so much to give, so much to breed and swell Reimael’s womb with that he didn’t waste a moment. A few dozen harsh slams of her butt down on his thighs, and all those solid plaps of his perfectly smooth, tight, clenching balls was what it took to start milking him. Once he started shooting that thick jet of creamed prey deep inside the broodmother in his lap, he didn’t stop.

Their eldritch moans were nightmarish, yet muffled by their drooling kiss. They sucked each other’s faces and tongues as they shared an orgasm, squirting, gushing, shuddering with pleasure that gave even their transformed selves pause. Not that they were going to stop for anything, even when every bounce and thrust slopped spunk out of Reimael’s pussy, pouring it all over the both of them, making their skin extra slick and shiny for all the juices of their mating they wore. Minute after minute of cumming, of one endless rope of churned up prey was what it took to finally start easing the tension quaking through his nuts.

They bred until Reimael was swollen beyond gravid. Her belly pushed out against the king himself, jiggling with their continued thrusts. Cum drooled down the throne to mark the floor, joining with the hive goo that coated everything. She remained atop him, squeezing on his knots, milking out every last drop she could get with those orgasmic contractions, and only then did she rise up to let some of it flow back out of her. That helped take some of the pressure off her belly, but more than that she was simply absorbing all the cum inside of her directly. A body like hers, transformed and blessed by the hive king, she could do almost anything she wanted.

Taking all that cum for herself meant she was already taking on a few traits of the prey it used to be. Obie remained part of Trevor, still adding some extra heft to his balls, but Cherno’s legacy was on Reimael’s curves. The most obvious trait was the way those antennas began to bend and form multiple points like the deer’s former crown of antlers. Her tail got shorter and cuter too, to better match the prey sloshing in her womb. It went well with her butt getting even bigger and more jiggly with every passing second.

Kamili had been in such awe of the show that he hadn’t even been pleasuring himself. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. And he didn’t want to miss a single detail, a single sloppy thrust. When all those many eyes were upon him, he admittedly froze. The collective gazes of king and queen alike was almost too much for him to take. Yet he refused to cower. He was different now. Stronger. Braver. They’d given him so much. And yet, even so, the king was generous enough to offer more.

“Kamili. You are worth more than just a drone. Stay here, with us, and you will be the perfect lure. You will be like a prince in these depths, and on the surface, none shall be able to resist you. Reimael and I will show you such pleasures, and you shall change, more and more, until you’ve truly realized your potential.” He tapped his lip with a claw a moment. “Yet I have not forgotten your resistance. It is rare to see. Consider this a test, then. Or perhaps a game. Shall you stay and become royalty within the hive, and gain all you’ve ever desired? Or shall you run and hope to find your freedom, always dreaming of me?”

Kamili stood tall, if shaky, gazing around the room at everything but the king himself. Such an offer, such a decision was truly the biggest he was ever going to make in his entire life. His first instinct was to succumb, to submit entirely and enjoy everything that came with it. Yet there remained a spark of his old self, buried deep in his mind. He remembered the pool. Navigating his way back there wasn’t going to be easy, but maybe his altered state would help with that. If the choice was truly his, he still had that option, and the will to take it. His mind raced, calculating, considering, and all the while observing the monstrous face of the king and queen inviting him into their care. Then he opened his mouth to speak.

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[b]Ending 1[/b]

It took every last scrap of willpower, every single trace of remaining strength in the small hyena’s body, but he found some way to turn that offer down. Simply speaking felt like it was going to make him pass out.

“I’m ... I’m sorry!”

He shouted it as if it might make it easier to get out. It was as much to his companions as it was to Trevor and Reimael themselves. Why he felt the need to apologize to an eldritch horror offering him some unfathomable fate, he wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. Trevor was a creature of his word. He didn’t move to stop the hyena when Kamili dashed off, merely embracing his queen, and laughing. The drones echoed the sound for him. It faded the further Kamili went. He was free to flee, to navigate the hive on some sort of deep-rooted instinct they’d instilled in him, and find that pool once more.

The corruption was still clinging to him, but washing himself in that pool with a sense of desperation helped calm him down. He was starting to feel like himself again. Though he had to make sure to get every single inch of his body. Scrubbing and scrubbing eventually started to hurt. He gave it up when he was fairly certain he was clean, but not before immersing himself under the surface for several seconds. When he came up with a light gasp, his heart was beating a little slower.

Navigating his way to the surface didn’t come as easily anymore. Maybe that was a good sign. He made sure to avoid the gooey tunnels, pacing around the edges of the pool, and eventually came across a clean staircase. One last look back to confirm he really was free, that they weren’t hot on his heels the whole time, and he began his ascent. He couldn’t hear the king’s voice anymore. It felt oddly lonely. But he was confident he’d made the right choice.

Of course, he still didn’t have any clothes. He was going to have to stick to the shadows and the alleys when he was in the city proper. At least it was night time. The cool air blowing over his face and bare body felt even more cleansing than the pool itself. He was still dripping, still shaking a little, and plenty nervous. Even leaving that horror behind, pacing through the darker parts of the city at night, with no weapons, no trinkets, and only a modicum of magical power he could summon up without the help of his abandoned artifacts left him highly vulnerable. At least it was clear he had nothing to rob.

Yet when he saw a large, strong warrior drunkenly stumbling out of the back door of a tavern, it wasn’t fear he felt. His heart leapt, but in a good way. Kamili knew he could have him, if he wanted him. All he had to do was turn on that charm. There was a tingling sensation at the small of his back as he considered that prize before him while standing naked in the shadows, eyes ever so slightly glowing in the moonlight. Something was crawling there, spreading out over his spots, wrapping around his hips. Only when it reached the front did he recognize the thorny tendrils of the tattooed rose imprinted into his fur and skin alike.

Perhaps he wasn’t as free as he thought. And it felt [i]good[/i]. The hive mark didn’t compel him. It empowered him. He strode forth, wearing a smile, swinging his naked hips as he made his approach towards the big strong wolf man. It didn’t take long to attract that drunken stud’s attention. Kamili stood presenting himself, slowly licking his lips to keep from drooling. His spit was thicker, and sweeter. It tasted a little like honey. Every lick only made him more intent on his target, confident in his seductive abilities. He didn’t even have to say a word before the wolf made his introductions.

“Well, aren't you cute? What’s a precious thing doing all alone, without your clothes?”

Kamili didn’t bother to answer that. He had a question of his own.

“Want to come with me? I know a place.”

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[b]Ending 2[/b]

“Take me. Keep me.”

The answer was obvious. He blurted it out, and he didn’t regret it either. Seeing the king and queen smile down at him in response was all the convincing he needed to know he was right. And it didn’t take him long to get all scooped up by his new king, wiggling in Trevor’s gasp, awaiting whatever his new role entailed. Getting brought up close to those jaws didn’t even make him fearful. He laid a kiss on the eldritch kitsune’s cheek and gave a little giggle of excitement when he felt the touch of that stiff cock on the underside of his paws.

He didn’t flinch when he felt it grasping at his toes. Trevor took it slowly, guiding him along into the embrace of that wet, flexible cockslit. It wrapped around the hyena boy’s paws, and then his ankles, suckling, slurping. He found himself bathed in the king’s warmth, but the heat was never stifling. Instead, it was the most comfortable place he’d ever been, leaving him relaxed, if still wildly horny all the way through the process of consumption. Hearing Reimael coo affirmations to him the whole time only made him more relaxed.

“Good boy ... you’re doing such a good job ... and you’re going to be so good at being mine ...” she said, which seemed strange when it was Trevor who was busy consuming Kamili. The hyena didn’t question it. He just liked hearing the praise.

Sinking succulently deeper made him give his deepest moans, projecting his full voice from within his chest to show how much he enjoyed the treatment. Such an overpowering hug, squishing him from all sides like that, and yet feeling it overtake him was the greatest bliss he’d ever known. All the sex, all the pleasures he’d experienced to get that far had only been an introduction, a prelude to becoming the king’s own. That grip slipped past his middle, working on his own stiff shaft in the process, leaving his moans falling to whimpers, giggles, snorts, and gasps seemingly all at once.

“Not much longer now,” Trevor told him. “You are going to be reborn, into something even better.”

Whether that was literal or the king was merely talking about jizzing him out, Kamili didn’t really mind either way. The trembles and the pumps of that kingly cock told him that Trevor was enjoying himself as much as the hyena he was swallowing. Another sloppy gulp from that glowing tower of lust left Kamili immersed to his chest. He raised his arms, and let them remain all stretched out above his head when he got dunked down to his chin, and then his face vanished into the grip of that erect predator. Once there, he could properly appreciate the scent, and the taste, worshipping his way down into those depths with his tongue and lips alike.

Though he’d watched the king swallow prey all the way down to his balls, or [i]with[/i] his balls, in a sense, that wasn’t to be Kamili’s fate. The hyena remained right where he was, bulging in that cock, feeling it holding him and squeezing him with every throb that passed through Trevor’s body. The constant massage helped to loosen him up and soften his muscles. It felt merely like deeper and deeper relaxation at first, but it was going somewhere more than that. Kamili felt himself sinking, felt himself transforming, squishing into spunk right there inside the king’s shaft rather than getting churned up in his balls.

That meant he never truly vanished, never truly got liquefied and creamed. He was a gooey, thick load of hyena-shaped spunk after all the continuous pressure, kneaded down into a load that was already leaking from Trevor’s tip. The hive king made sure not to waste much of him. A few drops of precum dribbled to the ground, but he was up and seizing hold of Reimael before long at all. His snarl of need might have been frightful if Kamili wasn’t already so enraptured by him, and the broodmother only lifted her tail and swayed her hips as her king took her from behind.

Clutching her hips, stroking her belly, squeezing her tits, there was no part of Reimael’s prey-enhanced body Trevor didn’t appreciate as he bent her over to mount her. Kamili soon felt not just the throbbing pressure of the kitsune’s cock around his partly cummified form, he felt the clenches and contractions of Reimael’s cunt hugging him from all sides. That was perfect for milking him out into his new home, but not before Trevor fucked her nice and wet first. Kamili was leaking into her, trickling, squirming as best he could, and it all came down to that perfect release, as if he was experiencing three orgasms at once.

Fucking Reimael until the broodwolf’s juices were leaking down her thighs, he lunged forth to fit both knots in her at once for a proper breeding. Kamili surged forth, flowing into Reimael, coating her, soaking her womb, feeling it embrace his new form while she screamed and squirted her own juices for her king. They fucked until Kamili was completely drained from that cock, mixed in with some more regular spunk, splashing about and sinking into the mess. Perhaps that was where he was to stay, slowly simmering away as the eldritch beasts lingered in the double-knotted afterglow.

Yet for all the pleasure, Reimael wasn’t about to forget about the brave little adventurer inside her. She could have easily absorbed him and made him part of her just like she had with Cherno. For a time, it felt like maybe she had. Kamili felt a chunk of time missing, but when he blinked again, he found himself still within her womb, listening to her pleasuring herself. She had fingers and tentacles alike to do so, The sensations transferred over to Kamili, vibrating through the walls of her womb, starting to work over his body with those ripples of rising ecstasy.

That was where she finished him out. The creamed, cummy form of his body got slowly siphoned away, absorbed into her womb, soaking into her body. He gave her his essence and let her erase his former self. All those details washed away inside the warmth of her body. What little of his senses remained for the final moments he spent inside her he attuned to her eldritch cries. He lost his shape and his sense of self for a time, only to discover it again when the walls around him turned from soft flesh to the solid shell of a hive egg encasing him from all sides. It wasn’t clear how much time had passed, how long he’d spent in the void, but that didn’t matter.

The egg was strong, but it didn’t fully muffle the squelch of her juices when she began to squeeze her rippling walls around him and birth him back into the world. Reimael Laying him with another frightful cry of pleasure, starting his new life by giving his broodmother an orgasm, leaving that egg soaking in her fluids, Kamili descended back to the floor gently. From there, he simply had to figure out how to escape, pushing out with limbs that felt stronger, flexing a body that felt so much better than his previous self.

A crack formed on the surface of that slimy egg, and out crawled the newest member of the hive. Emerging with ease, newly empowered, and gifted with a form that was a hybrid of both parents, he wasn’t even he anymore. Of course her perky new tits were the first thing she put her hands on. She squeezed them until she made herself wiggle and moan, then she started snickering. That was still very much present, as were the hyena spots decorating her shiny back and thick thighs. Curvier than ever, and sporting a much more impressive cock to play with right in front of his parents, she only made more proud, giggly noise when her tender brood mommy praised her.

“Good girl ... my new girl ... “ Reimael whispered to her, letting her adjust and explore for a time. “You shall be our Cynthia. The old you is gone. Erased. We melted that boy down, together. But you’ll be so much better now.”

Cynthia wiggled her new tails. They were longer and more flexible than ever, a little gift from her father. That fat knot that swelled up when she played with her shaft enough must have been too. It dripped and spurted already, like she was ready to breed another swarm of drones into someone at a moment’s notice. Or maybe she was built more for breeding. She hefted up an especially plump pair of nuts to play with a juicy, breedable cunt. That sent an immediate shock of pleasure through her entire system, until she was outright cackling for her proud parents.

Everything they’d done to her had helped her along to that final moment of her journey. Some might have called it corruption, but for the hyena-fox-wolf-drone, it felt like she’d finally been improved, finally realized her true potential. Her spots glistened especially brightly as she swayed around, effortlessly sprouting tentacles from her malleable form. There was nothing she couldn’t do, or so it felt. Except perhaps control those tentacles with precision. That could come with time.

Trevor’s voice rumbled over all, turning Cynthia’s attention to the king she’d never met until then, but felt as if she’d always known.

"Mmmm, Look at you, my child. A true princess to rise among the hive. Let us see you in full."

Nothing occurred to Cynthiai aside from immediate obedience. She strolled to the throne eagerly, and let herself be plucked up in the monster sune’s clutches, groped and admired from every angle with hands and tentacles alike. The attention was enough to get her even more turned on, showing off how much bigger her cock had grown in the transformation, but she wasn’t going to get her reward just yet. She understood that. There was work to do, and when Trevor set him back down on her paws and gave her a nudge, the king’s words were almost unnecessary.

"Very lovely. You take well to our gifts. Now go. Let your instincts guide you, I expect great things from you my dear prince"

Letting those more monstrous features fade merely by willing it, and taking on the more subtle appearance of a spotted cutie, pretty and curvy all over, Cynthia offered an eager smile. The hive always needed to grow, and she was set on doing her very best job on the surface, luring in its next victims with her pretty face, big tits, and especially cute butt. There were further rewards waiting for her deep in the hive for being a good lure. And she was confident she could be the best, most tempting bait for the fools in the city above. She wasn’t going to let the hive down.