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You're barely old enough to remember when Heaven finally conquered Hell. How old were you when that happened, again? Three years old or so, you seem to recall. Of course, nobody had even known that either realm existed before that, before masses of demons sought refuge in the mortal realm. The reactions had initially been quite negative, being that most demons were inherently evil, but eventually a leader arose and managed to get them to contain their more destructive tendencies in exchange for a place in human society.
Since that event, demons are here and there, living amongst humans. A few have high positions that their sociopathic behaviour have enabled them to easily obtain. while others - particularly the good ones - simply live quiet lives, hoping to not garner too much attention. The shift was easier for some of them than others. Hellhounds made for prized guard dogs, and enough training could teach them not to devour any souls. Lust demons, in turn, are in great demand in most sensual jobs, most going for prostitution, but others choosing more socially acceptable avenues such as massage parlors or even cosmetics. Others, like the hulking dragon-like beasts who had once been proud lords of their areas of hell, have little to contribute. Some work manual labor, others simply withered away, unable to find any meaning in life but brutality they were now forbidden from enjoying.
Mostly, they live in their own enclaves. Not-quite-ghettos in the cities that only demons and their associates visit, monitored both for violence from the inhabitants, and for vandalism from outside groups.
And that's where you were headed.
<<link [[Wait, what?|An explanation]]>><</link>>\
<<set $rules to "unknown">>\
<<set $ottervisited to 0>>\
<<set $catsvisited to 0>>\
<<set $lizardvisited to 0>>\
<<set $foxvisited to 0>>\
<<set $secondchance to 0>>\
<<set $whiskey to 0>>\Yep. You took a dumb bet and you lost. It's not really important what the specifics were, but if you lost, you had to go party at a demonic nightclub. And lose, you did.
So here you stand, in front of their enclave, a fenced in area of the inner city. It's not a total slum, and that's a relief, at least. The area is very garish, though, and every inch of street beyond the gates lit with colorful neon lights promising every kind of pleasure imaginable. Of course, all you're planning to do is to go to the club, party for a while, and then get back home.
Truth be told, you're not all that nervous. From your point of view, demons aren't that much worse than people. You know you'll be just fine. You've seen what the infernals do to those who break the rules, should you encounter someone violent. Punishments harsh enough to make even the most evil individuals blanch. It's more a sense of clearly not belonging, that's what's making you nervous. A distinct feeling of being a fish out of water. But you're determined to see it through.
As you approach the gate, one of the guards approaches you in turn. He's at least two meters tall, a muscular and anthropomorphic version of the typical hellhound, one of the few that managed to transcend their feral nature. Demons come in endless forms and shapes, but there's always some feature that they can't hide. This one has eyes that burn with the eerie green of felfire.
"Greetings, human," he says, his voice gruff and almost mocking in tone, though it's hard to tell for sure. When he's not speaking, his mouth hangs open as he pants. It's a very warm night. "Have you merely come to look at our home, or would you like to enter?" he asks.
"I've come to enter," you reply, managing to keep your voice stable despite the beast looming over you.
"You have the right to do so. Would you like to hear the rules?" he asks, almost grinning.
<<link [[I know them.|Enter]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Remind of the rules.|The rules]]>><</link>>You shake your head. How confusing could the rules be, anyway? The guard merely grins at you, before motioning for the human guard by his side to give you a necklace. It seems lazily made, resembling a crude pentagram on a metal chain. It feels rather heavy, as if it's made from lead.
"What does this do?" you ask.
"Oh, that'd be part of the rules, which you didn't much care to hear," he says in the most mocking tone his canine mouth can muster, before erupting into a barking laughter. "I'm merely oathbound to give one to every visitor, what you do with it is up to you," he continues after recovering.
Well, given that he's legally obligated to give every visitor one, you decide to slip it on, ready to remove it if anything seems wrong, but it merely hangs around your neck heavily. You look at the demon guard, but he says nothing more, and the human one merely gives you an apologetic smile.
The two open the gates, and you pass through. There must've been some kind of energy barrier beyond the mere iron that the gates are made of, because the moment you pass them, you're struck with a smell of brimstone and musk. The sexual kind. At first it's a little hard to breathe, and you stop repeatedly to catch your breath, but eventually, your nose and lungs start tuning the smell out.
You can't deny that it does smell pretty sexy. Well, the musky part does, the sulphurous undertones certainly don't. But you can't turn around now.
There are signs leading all the way to the biggest nightclub. Unlike the usual human ones, there's no line outside, but there is a bouncer. He's one of the draconic-looking ones that typically carry whips, making no attempt at concealing his nature. Understandable, given that you're now in their territory. You quickly scan the front of the club with your eyes. The name, "Infernal Affairs", which you groan inwardly at, is spelled out in purple neon letters on the front. A little below it is a banner reading "Humans welcome!" which seems a little suspicious.
You turn towards the bouncer. He grunts affirmatively and gestures towards the door.
<<link [[Well, nowhere to go but in.|Inside the club]]>><</link>>
"Ah, the intellectual type, are you?" the demon muses. "Very well," he says, clearing his throat.
"One: Within our home, there shall be no violence, either toward you or by you. Your protection is our responsibility. However..." he begins.
"Two: We are not held responsible for any deals made with individual demons, so exercise your best judgment," he continues, smiling broadly, revealing a mouth that seems to be too full of sharp canine teeth.
"Three: As several of us have certain mind-bending powers and pheromones, we shall lend you a protective necklace that our kind cannot touch," he says, "It will protect you from such powers. If you take it off, any subsequent actions by your undoubtedly inebriated self will not be our responsibility." He smiles, pointing at a human guard also standing by the gate, who then hands you a necklace that you quickly slip on.
It was a simple talisman in the shape of a pentagram, probably made of cold iron, and it feels heavy around your neck. Yeah, no way would that come off. You notice that your mind feels clearer as you look at the demonic guard, expecting him to say something more.
"That's it for the rules. Have fun. Of course, we could have a bit of fun right now, off the record," he grins, cupping his crotch lewdly. "Speaking out of my position as a guard, I'd guess that's what you're here for, so why not get started with me? I promise I won't knot you and keep you here all night. Standing here doing nothing has gotten me rather horny for some tight human ass..." he comments, appraising your bodily hungrily.
"I know we just handed you that necklace. That, I am bound to do by oath. But if you take it off, I promise I won't do anything that you don't want me to," he suggests. You notice that he smells rather musky.
Well, he certainly seems to have two entirely different personalities. It's almost certainly a trap, but you have a choice to make nonetheless. His bulge is rather impressive, and since you're here anyway...
<<link [[You find the gruffy demon dog's lewd proposition rather arousing, and agree to take the necklace off.|The Guard]]>><</link>>
<<link [["What exactly will happen if I take it off?"|Questions]]>><</link>>
<<link [[What? No, you're not here for that. At least not with this ruffian!|Entrance]]>><</link>>
<<set $rules to "known">>Well, you figure, you might as well see what happens. He can't do anything terrible out here with the human guard right nearby, and you're still in human territory with all its strict laws. The worst that could possibly happen is that you get a bellyful of demon dog seed, right?
Plus, if that happens, you consider your task accomplished. Knowing your friend, that's what he specifically wanted to happen, and it's not like he's out here observing you. No, it's just your honor and principles, really.
You look at the guard demon and nod.
"Ah hah, that's 20 bucks, Joe," he remarks triumphantly, flashing the human guard a wide grin.
"Can't win 'em all, I guess, no accounting for every horny slut out there," the human replies. "I'll just subtract that from the 40 you already owe me," he continues, in a rather smug tone. "Have fun, Tzalchas."
The demon leads you into the guards' break room. It's a rather small space with two chairs and a table, just barely big enough for you and the dog, apparently named Tzalchas. There is a window facing the gate, but the hellhound pulls some flimsy curtains over it for some privacy.
Tzalchas undoes the zipper in his pants before you even have time to sit down, and fishes out a hot, very canine erection that's almost as thick as your forearm. You were going to say something, but seeing that beautifully sculpted breeding tool hard and ready for you like that just knocks all the thoughts out of your skull, and you find yourself staring at it. The way precum slowly forms at the tip, then runs down the side, pooling up in his scrunched-up sheath. He leans back, gives a demonstrative thrust of his hips, and then looks at you.
"Go on, get busy with it," he growls, though not without some playfulness. "Take the necklace off and let's see what you can do."
He lifts his feet onto the table.
Well, you've already gotten this far, so there's only one thing to do.
<<link [[Take the necklace off and see what happens.|Guard up close]]>><</link>>"Why do you want me to take it off? What would happen if I did?" you ask.
"Because wearing that thing while servicing a demon is like wearing a biohazard suit when mating with your own kind," he replies. "Safe, yes, but you hardly get the same experience. For example, if you weren't wearing it right now, you'd quickly succumb to my pheromones and beg to be fucked. And it's when you beg that it feels the best, beg for a bellyful of tainted bestial cum."
Well, that was a surprisingly detailed answer, and you feel yourself getting a little hard at the idea. Letting him mate you would certainly fulfil your obligations here, and it'd probably be just as good as he's suggesting. But would there be any other consequence.
You ask, and he replies. "Well, you'd certainly become tainted yourself, eventually transforming into a demon, but why wouldn't you want to be one? I can smell that you appreciate my form. You might also become a mindless slut for me to breed whenever I feel like it," he grins, his erection now quite noticeably straining against the oversized jeans he's wearing. "Or if you manage to resist it, you could sink your human cock into my body instead. In fact, I'll allow that if you do manage to resist. Think of it as a challenge of willpower," he grins.
<<link [[You figure you could probably do it. And if not, getting stuffed doesn't sound that bad anyway.|The Guard]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Not a chance. He already warned you, himself, and you have no desire to end up as hellhound's bitch.|Entrance]]>><</link>>"Ah hah! That's another twenty bucks you owe me, Tzalchas," the human exclaims. "As if someone that young and good-looking would go for an old dog like yourself."
"Oh, shut up," the demon, apparently named "Tzalchas" growls. "Exactly my luck, getting the one straight visitor on my shift."
"Hah, there's no way he's straight. Even I could see him getting turned on, just not enough to fuck a greymuzzle demon," Joe replies.
"The grey hairs didn't seem to bother you any when you wrapped yourself around my knot," the hellhound growls.
They keep trading barbs while pushing the gates open, and you pass through, leaving their strange relationship behind in the night. There must've been some kind of energy barrier beyond the mere iron that the gates are made of, because the moment you pass them, you're struck with a smell of brimstone and musk. The sexual kind. At first it's a little hard to breathe, and you stop repeatedly to catch your breath, but eventually, your nose and lungs start tuning the smell out.
You can't deny that it does smell pretty sexy, but the amulet helps you maintain your composure. Well, the musky part smells sexy, the sulphurous undertones certainly don't. But you can't turn around now.
There are signs leading all the way to the biggest nightclub. Unlike the usual human ones, there's no line outside, but there is a bouncer. He's one of the draconic-looking ones that typically carry whips, making no attempt at concealing his nature. Understandable, given that you're now in their territory. You quickly scan the front of the club with your eyes. The name, "Infernal Affairs", which you groan inwardly at, is spelled out in purple neon letters on the front. A little below it is a banner reading "Humans welcome!" which seems a little suspicious.
You turn towards the bouncer. He grunts affirmatively and gestures towards the door.
<<link [[Well, nowhere to go but in!|Inside the club]]>><</link>>The music is deafening. You're not sure what genre it's supposed to be, but it sounds like a portal to hell. At least it has a danceable bassline beneath the screeching guitars and synths. The club opens up before you into a cacophony of sounds and sights, illuminated for the moment only by flashing multi-colored strobes. There's a sea of demons dancing ahead of you, and considering how massive some of them are, you decide to not go for a dance today, lest you be crushed. At least not yet.
Instead, you follow luminous arrows to the bar. Unlike most human clubs, the bar is in a different room than the main dancefloor, and the music is mercifully a little muted. The bar itself is in the middle of the room, a circular countertop, surrounded by stools. In the corners, there are sofas, and judging by the rhythmic motions of some of their occupants - not to mention the ever-present scents of sex - it's safe to say that there's some passionate, exhibitionist mating happening.
You turn towards the bar before the raw carnality of it gets to you.
To your great surprise, the barkeep looks just like an otter that decided to get up and walk on two legs, with the typical friendly expression. The only thing revealing his demonic nature - besides being a humanoid animal - are glowing lines along his body that mark him with infernal runes. Regardless of that, he's definitely the most approachable demon you've seen here so far.
You have a quick look around first, in order to see what your other options are. You'll definitely have to talk to someone - you notice a pair of lithe feline-looking beasts watching you appraisingly - but if you're quick enough, you might get to decide who you socialize with, ideally someone nice who won't mind just talking for a few hours.
<<link [[Observe the clientele|Your options]]>><</link>>
Scanning the room, you notice a few lonely demons. Most of them are in groups, and you're a bit too shy to intrude on whatever they're doing, but outgoing enough to waste a few hours talking to some stranger.
Other than the otterlike bartender, the first thing that catches your eye is a brilliant orange slender fox demon with a feral hellhound on a leash. While the hellhounds look terrifying, this one's acting more like a regular pet, laying besides its owner, who in turn is having a drink at the bar. The problem there is that you know that the fox-like ones are almost always lust demons. <<if $rules is "known">>It follows that they're very good at seduction and quite eager to do it, even without the kind of tricks your protective medallion helps against.<<else>>It follows that they're very good at seduction and quite eager to do it.<<endif>> Then again, he does look rather attractive for being a bestial creature, and if he wasn't a demon you wouldn't mind fucking him, but with things as they are, it might not be worth the risk.
In the corner are the pair of felines that were - and still are - looking at you. They might be twins, given how similar they are, and they sport rather lethal-looking claws. Just like regular cats, you've heard that feline demons are rather predatory, especially when it comes to sex. They're dressed a bit like goths from the 90s, with fishnet shirts that only serve to highlight their spotted fur, and what looks like leather pants, although you don't dare to let your gaze linger on them for too long.
On one of the sofas, you spot something that looks rather like a lizard, completely naked. Not draconic like the giant ones, but rather like a hybrid of a snake and an iguana, with a prominent genital slit on display as he lounges on his side. You haven't seen or heard about his kind before, which sparks your interest, and when he notices you looking at him, he locks eyes with you, revealing them to have a deep pale green glow that threatens to draw you in. You force yourself to look away.
<<link [[You sit next to the fox. He seems like your average Joe, for a demon at any rate.|The fox]]>><</link>>
<<link [[The big cats have been showing an obvious interest in you since the second you entered. Might as well oblige them.|The cats]]>><</link>>
<<link [[You can't stop thinking about the lizard's gaze. He feels like the natural choice.|The lizard]]>><</link>>
<<link [[The lutrine bartender seems friendly. You'll take your chances with him.|The otter]]>><</link>>
Alternatively, if you're feeling extra daring, you could have a couple of shots and hit the dancefloor. You're here, after all, so you might as well enjoy everything the club has to offer. It seems very risky, but then again, maybe that's what you want? Chances are you won't be quite yourself afterwards, however it goes.
<<link [[Hit the dancefloor!|The dance]]>><</link>>You sit down next to the strange fox at the bar. His hellhound pet growls at you with what must be either suspicion or simply anger.
"Calm down, dog," the fox mutters, giving it a quick pat on the head, and the infernal dog lays down on he floor again, grumbling. It's a lot like a normal dog in behaviour, and if it wasn't for the sharp spines adorning its back and the oversized sheath that's in rather plain view, you might mistake it for a Rottweiler.
"He has a thing for humans," the fox sighs. "Wants to dominate them, and you try training a feral hellhound. It's damn hard."
He takes a sip of the whiskey he's slowly nursing on.
"Aren't you a demon?" you ask.
"Yup. Lust demon. Right now I'm not feeling terribly lusty though," he answers.
"I mean, shouldn't training a hellhound be easy for a demon?" you inquire further.
"It isn't. See, you have to 'reward' them a lot or they won't learn anything, and they only like three kinds of rewards. Souls, living meat, and sex," he sighs, again. "I don't have any souls, feeding them living beings is quite illegal, and I already spent so much time mating with him that I'd really like to try new partners."
"You mean you..." you hesitate to ask.
"Yep. You can too, if you'd like. He's a hellhound, not just some animal," the fox chuckles. "He'll grow sentient soon enough, but until then, you might as well enjoy his bestial vigor."
He pauses for a moment, looking you straight in the eyes.
"Would you like to? It'll help me train him. Plus you look like the kind of man who'd like to be mounted by a feral beast," he asks. The dog raises its head as if it understands what you're talking about. Not impossible when it comes to demons.
When you hesitate, he continues, his persistent vulpine grin broadening. "Just imagine feeling his rough fur pressing into your back, the panting and nipping and growling as he claims you as his bitch, the knot spreading you wider than you've ever been spread..."
You really have no idea if you'd like it or not, but regardless of intent, you find yourself considering it. Maybe you could at least... try it a bit? When else are you going to get a chance to play with a hellhound?
<<link [[The sheer taboo of it all gets you going enough that you agree to at least try it.|The fox and the hellhound]]>><</link>>
<<if $secondchance is 0>><<link [[No, there's just way you'll debase yourself like that.|Return to demonwatching]]>><</link>>
<<else>><<link [[No, there's just way you'll debase yourself like that.|Going home]]>><</link>><<endif>>
<<set $foxvisited to 1>>You approach the two cats. More than anything, they look a little like jaguars, except that they have tusks that remind you more of sabretooths than anything.
"Look, brother, the prey approaches," one purrs.
"I wonder, what does the prey want from us?" the other responds in a very similar purr.
It's a little unnerving how they call you prey, but either way, they'll face absolutely horrifying punishments if they attempt to actually eat you, so you feel relatively safe.
"I noticed you two have been staring at me for a while," you respond.
"Of course the prey would notice us sooner or later. Else it would be rather poor prey," one of them replies. "And we only hunt the finest and rarest prey," the other adds. You notice that one is flexing his handpaws, his claws extending and then receding back into his fingertips.
"You seem like tasty prey," the other one says after a few moments of silence, his slitted eyes dilating as if he's preparing to pounce. You've seen that in pet cats. Of course, these ones aren't actually cats, but demons that personify something that is most accurately represented by jaguars. At least to themselves.
"Who are you two?"
"Pride," one replies. "Confidence," the other says. "Demons, of course, but the prey knows that, or else it would not be here. "We are twins, for pride and confidence are closely intertwined."
You knew they looked similar, but twins? An image of getting spitroasted by the perfectly chiselled demon felines flashes before your mind, and you can't deny that it seems rather appealing. Though you'll have to make sure they won't actually eat you, first, which might be difficult with these secretive cats.
"So how exactly do you want to... prey on me?" you ask.
"Oh, we'll claim the prey," Pride (you think) says. "And we'll mark the prey so we can be proud of our claim."
"And we'll make the prey purr and yowl like a cat in heat between the two of us," the cat you think is Confidence says, confidently, running his fingertips through his chestfur.
"And once the prey has felt our barbs it'll eagerly turn to be claimed again," Pride says. "Because it'll realize it belongs to its superiors, maybe to become a proud cat itself one day."
"A confident cat, hungry to take what it wants from other prey when it, itself, is prey no longer thanks to our gift," Confidence adds.
Both of them are purring. It's both reassuring and utterly unnerving.
You have a closer look at them. They're both very athletic, their muscles quite noticeable even under their spotted yellowish pelts. Both seem well equipped in the maleness department, though you don't dare sneak more than a passing glance at those parts, since one - Confidence - looks like he's going to pounce you any moment and then drag you away, going by the look in his eyes and the way his tail is slowly moving from side to side.
<<link [[You'd like to be their prey and presumably get stuffed with jaguar cock in both holes.|Cats up close]]>><</link>>
<<link [[No. You've heard about felines having barbed cocks. Not a chance. And they both look way too hungry.|Return to demonwatching]]>><</link>>
<<set $catsvisited to 1>> You swallow your anxiety and approach the scaly beast. He keeps staring into your eyes, to the point you have to avert your gaze.
Luckily, his voice isn't as strange or demanding as his eyes are. "Welcome, human. What brings you here?" he asks, in a rather jovial tone.
"The way you were staring at me, mainly," you reply, following his example.
"Ah, indeed. But I meant the club itself. It's rare to see humans here, despite how popular your kind might be with mine," he clarifies.
He seems like the kind of demon who doesn't take offense, but you still don't want to admit to losing a bet. Instead, you tell him about your secondary purpose. Demons are rather sexy, after all, so while it's not your intent, you wouldn't mind a hot night with a male demon while you're here.
"I wonder," he says. "If you might be hiding something. I suppose I'll know soon enough, most people find me agreeable enough to not keep any secrets from me. Come, sit next to me, I'll tell you about the other patrons."
You do so. This might be interesting. "I have a little knack for telling someone's intentions, desires, and perhaps even affecting those things somewhat," he comments, cheerfully. "For example, looking at the bartender, you'd think he's just a cute otter, yes? But he's actually a curiosity demon. Sure, sure, you know he's a demon since he's here, but what do you think he wants?"
"Well, I'd imagine a curiosity demon would want to explore things. Perhaps the bodies of others?" you suggest.
"That much is obvious. But he's desperate for something else. He's a virgin, in the demonic sense, never having tasted a soul. He's terribly curious about how it feels to devour one," the lizard replies.
You look at the otter, and then at the lizard, with some alarm.
"Oh, me? No, I've had enough souls in my lifetime. My interests lie elsewhere now," he grins. "But let us continue. Look at the fox at the bar. What do you think he is, what do you think he wants?"
"A lust demon? Looks like he wants a drink," you say.
"A lust demon certainly, but what he wants isn't simply sex or alcohol, but rather to satisfy a certain perversion of his. I'm certain it has to do with his pet hellhound there. Perhaps he mates with his feral companion, and even more likely, he would like to watch the dog dominate someone else, such as a human," the lizard explains, sagely. "You, for example. He'll either try tricking you or he might ask you if you want to be the hellhound's bitch, should you talk to him, but either way it'll end with you knotted and bred," he lewdly continues.
"How about the cats?" you ask.
"Don't be silly, even I can't read the minds of cats," the lizard replies, sounding genuinely offended at you even proposing such a thing.
"How about..." you wonder what to ask next.
<<link [[Can you tell me about myself?|You]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Can you tell me about yourself?|Lizard knowledge]]>><</link>>
<<set $lizardvisited to 1>>You turn your attention to the adorable bartender. It's weird how demons range from downright terrifying to... otters, but you suppose that's how it goes when embody ideas and emotions rather than regular, natural personalities. Maybe this one is a cuteness demon?
That idea is quickly squashed when you sit down and have a closer look at the approaching otter. He's rather slim but curvy, a very sensual male shape that you'd have to imagine isn't just for show.
"What'll it-" he begins. "Oh, you're new here, aren't you, human?"
"Yeah. I don't think I'll become a regular, but I thought I'd have a look at your nightlife," you reply. You can hardly reveal the fact that you're only here because of a lost bet, that might come across as offensive, like you're some kind of demon-hater.
"Humans usually don't," he replies with a smirk. You're quite aware that too much carnal contract with demons will eventually cause transformation or corruption. Seeing your expression, he continues. "Of course, you could simply use protection. Anyhow, I'm merely a bartender, he says. What'll it be?"
<<link [[Something mild|Beer]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Something strong|Demon whiskey]]>><</link>>
<<set $ottervisited to 1>>You don't want to go overboard, and so, you order a beer. The otter produces a rather ornate pint and fills it from the tap. It's regular beer; not great, not terrible. Not strong, not weak. Surprisingly unsurprising for demons. Then again, demons aren't that different from humans. Not most of them, anyway.
After the otter pours a whiskey on the rocks for the fox at the bar, he returns to you, seemingly curious. Of course an otter would be curious, even if he was just a demon that happened to look like one, you figure.
"Kind of a small crowd tonight," you comment. Well, it's small in here, but the dancefloor was quite packed.
"Really, the bar's more for human visitors, and the rare demon who manages to develop a taste for alcohol," the otter explains. "We have different pleasures. Souls, for example, are quite a big favorite. Quite a few enjoy devouring them. They say it doesn't hurt much for the victim, and afterwards, they're more easily turned into demons, and something about enhanced sensations too" he goes on. "I don't suppose that's why you're here?"
"What, to have my soul eaten? No, I'm just... taking in the local flavor," you reply. Besides, surely it's just demonic propaganda; you can't imagine having your soul eaten would be anything but agonizing. "Do you do that?" you ask the otter, trying to imagine him being evil, something that's surprisingly difficult.
"I..." he goes silent for a moment. "Haven't really had the chance to try," he blushes. Can demons blush, or is he putting on an act for you? "It's embarrassing to talk about, but since you're not coming back, I might as well admit it. I'm our equivalent of a virgin."
"You mean you haven't...?" you ask, confused.
"Oh, not like humans. I have mated aplenty. I just haven't eaten any souls," he replies, giving you an awkward grin. "I'm not sure if I want to."
"Why not?" you inquire.
"Don't get me wrong, I certainly feel the urge to. But it's... how to put this in terms a human would understand... many of you choose to resist pleasures because of perceived negative consequences or simply personal preference," he explains, while you sip your beer. "Though being a demon of curiosity, it's hard to resist sometimes."
A whole throng of demons suddenly enter the bar. "Oh, looks like I'll be busy. Tell you want, if you want to mate, come back around midnight," he grins, licking hips lips. "See you then, perhaps."
Wait, what? That was... extremely straight-forward. You can't deny that he's rather attractive - perhaps analogous to a human twink - but he also mentioned being curious about eating souls, and you're rather fond of yours.
<<link [[You do feel the stirrings of arousal, and this is certainly a unique opportunity. You decide to wait.|Otter up close]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Not worth the risk!|Return to demonwatching]]>><</link>>You order the strong stuff. The otter pours you a small amount of whiskey in a glass with the clearest ice you've ever seen, and the whiskey itself is a brilliant amber. Something about it seems a little off, but it's more or less to be expected with demonic liquors. They're all safe for humans to drink, as far as you know, but often have rather exotic flavouring.
You have a small sip of it and the otter looks at you with great curiosity. It burns on your tongue, more so than normal whiskey might. Unlike regular alcohol, the effect is much more immediate, as if the alcohol is immediately absorbed, and it has a distinct aphrodisiac edge to it. Your mind fills with the pleasant buzz of mild drunkenness, and you find yourself quickly sporting an erection, the opposite of what alcohol usually does to you. The otter smirks knowingly, even though he can't actually see anything.
"Packs quite a punch, doesn't it? It's actually perfectly good whiskey, just with our own little touch," he comments, and you can't help but notice how adorable the little demon is with his big, silly nose and tiny earnubs. Just like a regular otter, only with those glowing runes adorning his beautiful body.
"Huh, what's the extra thing?" you ask, damn near to slurring your words. It's just one drink, it shouldn't affect you quite this much.
"Some demonic extract, from his type-" he vaguely gestures at the fox. "Lust demon spunk," he grins. "Don't worry, it's not concentrated enough to really corrupt you or anything, and it'll wear off pretty quickly," he adds. "Tell you what though, since you're open-minded enough to try our specialties, I wonder if you'd enjoy mating with me?"
Wow, that's extremely straight forward, you think. But he is adorable, and sexy, and you're already imagining bending him over the bar and plowing his cute rudderbutt. That, and you're a little drunk on lust demon cum, as it turns out. It feels great, you feel like you could fuck the whole world, but for now, the otter will do. So you nod.
"Great! Just wait until I'm done with my shift, yeah? Should be around midnight," he grins, and gets back to work, serving other demons who show up.
<<link [[You're entirely too buzzed to even consider declining his offer, and so, you wait for him to be done for the day.|Otter up close]]>><</link>>
<<set $whiskey to 1>>\You're surprisingly intrigued by the idea of fucking a curiosity demon. His almost cartoonishly slinky body and perfectly rounded ass are simply too much to say no to, demon or not, and so you wait around until midnight, already imagining how you'd lift up his massive tail and slide deep into his rear. Sure, you could let him take charge, but you have a rather hard time imagining an adorable otter mounting you. Would he squeak when he came?
It's only a few hours, which you spent <<if $whiskey is 1>>enjoying your lust-drunk state and having another shot of the demonic whiskey<<else>>getting a little buzzed on one beer after another<<endif>>, while lazing on one of the unoccupied sofas. The other demons seem to leave you alone, as if aware that the otter has "claimed" you, which you find endlessly fascinating in your slightly drunk state of mind. There's no way humans would avoid flirting with someone just because they obviously already have a date, but demons have an entirely different society, seemingly based on whoever convinces their target first.
You watch the bartender as he works, gracefully pouring drinks, while occasionally exchanging glances that feel strangely meaningful. Almost like you're developing a crush on him. <<if $rules is "known">>Since you're still wearing the necklace, you can rule out it being him screwing with your mind, and instead only have your own brain to blame.<<else>>Could he be trying to manipulate you?<<endif>> It's a seductive feeling. Not one entirely unfamiliar - you've had crushes on a few different boys - but feeling that way for a demon can't be healthy. Of course, it might also be the alcohol doing the thinking for you.
You try to think of something else, but your thoughts and eyes keep returning to him, and you imagine his soft fur and nimble body pressed against yours, your bodies grinding together with feverish passion until a messy, mutual release leaves the both of you panting. It feels like love at first sight, which it isn't, you're smart enough to know love doesn't happen this quickly, but it does get you more and more excited about the midnight hour.
The worst thing is that you barely had time to talk to him. That's the nature of crushes, though. A sudden, painfully powerful fire of passion that threatens to consume you entirely.
Finally, midnight rolls around, and you watch as another bartender comes in and relieves the otter, this one looking like a nightmare (A male one? Is there a name for male nightmares?)
The otter saunters over to you, swaying his hips from side to side a little effeminately, his tail wagging in a smooth sine wave pattern behind him. He has that look in his eyes, the seductive half-lidded smile that almost universally means "fuck me, hard" for humans.
"I'm glad to see you're open-minded enough to consider getting to know me," he smiles. "There are some private rooms in the back. Normally they cost quite a bit but being that I'm part of the staff... shall we?" he asks.
<<link [[At this point, you're too smitten with the lithe lutrine to resist.|In the otter's holt]]>><</link>>
You return to watching the other patrons. It's not that late, but if you chat with another one of the demons, you figure you've fulfilled your purpose here. Hopefully the next one isn't as intimidating as the first one you picked. Who else was there, again...?
It's a little too late to join the dance, although that's probably for the best. You can hear the moaning and grunting on the dancefloor all the way from here, the dance having devolved into a massive gangbang. Realizing that you could've been trapped in that orgy makes you shiver.
<<if $foxvisited is 0>>\
<<link [[The fox is still there at the bar, occasionally petting his hellhound, still sipping on his drink.|The fox]]>><</link>>
<<endif>>\
<<if $ottervisited is 0>>\
<<link [[Surely the adorable otter bartender is your safest bet.|The otter]]>><</link>>
<<endif>>\
<<if $lizardvisited is 0>>\
<<link [[The lizard seems to have lost interest in you for the moment, but you still remember his mesmerizing stare.|The lizard]]>><</link>>
<<endif>>\
<<if $catsvisited is 0>>\
<<link [[The big cats are still observing you. At this point you're worried they might eat you if you don't talk to them.|The cats]]>><</link>>
<<endif>>\
<<set $secondchance to 1>>"Oh, my name is... well, our names are kind of a mouthful, even for some of our own kind," the otters speaks as you walk down a winding, dark corridor towards the 'private rooms'. "You can call me River."
He places a paw on your rear as you walk, squeezing your buttocks possessively, glancing at the other demons that walk past. You feel warm and fuzzy from the sudden touching, leaning into River a little. His body temperature is way higher than humans, or even animals, and it feels comforting and soothing despite his demonic nature. You also find that he smells great, lacking the brimstone tones of the other demons. Instead, he smells a little like the ocean, with some flowery notes. Pansies, maybe? You feel your nose twitch as you inhale his scent. There's something more to it, but it's not really registering in your mind.
<<if $rules is "known">>The guard dog did tell you that the necklace would protect you from pheromones. But surely this adorable otter couldn't be dangerous? He looks cute, sounds cute, and even smells cute.<<endif>>
Your head is swimming by the time you get to the room, and you feel like just embracing the otter and melting into his soft fur. He turns the lights on and locks the door behind you. It's rather sparse in furniture - with just one continental-sized bed in the middle - but there's plenty of decorations. A monitor as large as the wall itself lights up behind the bed, showing an urban skyline at night, making the room feel ten times larger than it really is. There are some plants you're not familiar with, possibly hellish specimens; one looks like broken hearts growing on a vine that curls along the bedposts, and another somewhat like a venus flytrap. There are others, but your attention is inevitably drawn back to the otter. The slowly shifting colored lights in the room alternatingly highlight his infernal markings and hide them. He looks absolutely stunning, and you can't do much more than stare.
"Let's see what you're hiding under these," he whispers, leaning closer to you and sticking his paws under your shirt, the rough pads feeling warm and pleasant against your bare skin. Curiosity demon, right. You hope he's going to explore every inch of you, but suddenly, he stops, unable to really lift your shirt. He frowns, looking confused for a moment before speaking.
"Oh, the amulet. Could you take that off for me? I can't touch it," he says. "Otherwise, you'll have to remove your shirt yourself, and it... might make our time together a little less intimate."
Is he trying to trick you? You'll have to make a decision.
<<link [[You trust him, and take the amulet off.|Otter, Unprotected]]>><</link>>
<<link [[You just can't risk it. He is a demon, no matter how cute.|Otter, Protected]]>><</link>>
You decide to oblige your lover, and lift the necklace over your head, tossing it onto the bed. The next time you breathe in, the otter's demonic scent burns in your nose, then your sinuses, and then it inflames your mind with a deep, gnawing arousal. You hug him tightly, almost desperately against you even as he grins, helping you take your shirt off. You shiver, not because of any cold, but rather with desire, your muscles twitching on their own as you imagine finally fulfilling all your fantasies with this wonderful specimen of slinky, lutrine masculinity.
His warm, rough paws slide over your bare skin, exploring every inch with unbridled curiosity. You grind your bulge against him, trying to hint at what you want, but the otter's in no hurry, seemingly just as curious about how your nipples react to being licked (they harden as his tongue flicks across them) and how you react to having your neck nibbled (you moan, an electrifying sensation shooting through your body) as he is in the actual sex. You can't complain, given that your crush is fondling you eagerly, but with how slutty and submissive his hypnotizing scent is making you, you desperately hope he'll do more.
Finally, his hand envelops your bulge, giving you a rough squeeze to go along with his dominant smile. "I wonder what you taste like," he murmurs, shoving you down onto the bed as he pulls your pants off, finally letting your overexcited cock spring free before he climbs on top of you and straddles your face, his warm bulge right in your face. Before you can even react, he leans down and takes your whole length into his muzzle, enveloping you in warm, wet bliss. Your eyes roll back and you thrust into his loving mouth, getting more and more drunk on his wonderful scent with his crotch right there for the sampling.
You need more. You fumble with his pants, your arms clumsy with arousal, but finally manage to pull them down to his knees. Immediately, you're rewarded by the beautiful sight of his engorged, deep red cock lewdly throbbing so close that you could stick your tongue out and lick. And so you do, scooping up the clear drop of precum at the very tip of his animalistic, demonic shaft. It drools his essence into your mouth freely, and it tastes tangy and fiery, burning and tingling on your tongue and in your throat as you swallow his slick preseed.
You're right on the edge of your climax, but the otter keeps teasing you, giving you quick, feathery licks to keep you moaning and fruitlessly thrusting into the air in search of anything to sink your cock into, but he doesn't relent.
"Hrmh, I shouldn't, but... I wonder how..." he mutters to himself.
He freezes for a moment, as wrestling with some dilemma, but you're too turned on to care. Suddenly, he turns around on top of you, your cock naturally nestling between his fuzzy asscheeks and underneath his big, sexy ruddertail. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "I can't resist, I just need to know how it feels. I love you..." he says. It's not until he leans down, giving your nose a lick with a hungry look in his eyes that you realize what's about to happen. as he locks lips with you and inhales, the demonic runes on his body flaring up with power. You're just about to throw him off, but then, he relaxes his legs, sinking down onto your turgid cock, and you can't help but moan into his mouth as his tightness envelops you. Immediately, his hips begin gyrating, your cock rubbing into his inner walls with a delicious friction, sapping all the strength from your muscles and the will from your mind.
It hurts, a little, but the pleasure does wonders to cover the feeling of your soul being torn from your body, inhaled and swallowed by the otter through your willing, unprotected kiss. You feel hollow, but the mind-numbing pleasure of the otter riding you, milking you with near religious zeal. His eyes light up, taking on an unearthly sheen from absorbing your soul, and as you rapidly race towards your mutual climax, you almost think you see him shed a tear despite the rapturous bliss he must be experiencing.
And then it hits. Your hips buck upwards on their own as your balls contract, your whole body spasming in pleasure as you pump the last of what remains of your human essence into your lover's ravenous body, at the same time as his thick, rich cum splatters onto your chest, so hot it burns. It takes your mind a while to catch up to what you're doing, but you find your hands desperately scooping up your lover's seed, licking up thick globs and strands of it from your fingers and palm, feeling a new kind of energy begin to fill you. It's painful, at first, but it feels like it replaces what the otter took from your now empty vessel, and soon enough, the painful sting turns into waves of pleasure, and you cum again, most of your cum leaking out over your crotch from River's ass.
He quickly dismounts as your very spine cramps, every part of your body suddenly feeling like you're burning alive, only it's the most ecstatic fire you've ever experienced. Fur bursts from your skin, covering your entire body in seconds, and your arms and hands turn gnarled and arthritic, and then twist into something else, something like your lover's, as they heal into a hybrid between hands and paws, each digit topped with a black, menacing claw.
You roll onto your side as a thick tail erupts from the base of your spine, and it all blurs together. Your very skull is reshaped, and even as it's happening, a sensation like a migraine and an orgasm at the same time, you feel oddly happy, knowing you're going to be just like your mate. In fact, you're rather curious about it. Wondering how it'll feel to move in a new body, how it'll feel when you mount your beloved River, how it'll feel when you share a mortal's soul while showing them pleasures unseen.
"I wanted to keep you as a human," the otter whimpers. "It's not my fault! You allowed me to..."
His voice trails off, and you don't really register any of it, drowning in a boundless ocean of pleasure and pain, as you become just another curiosity demon, bound by your lusts to explore every inch of everyone and everything.
<<link [[Most of all, you're curious about how else it all could've played out...|An Introduction]]>><</link>>He seems a little disappointed at your refusal, and it hurts your heart to see his expression. Luckily, he seems to cheer up as you lift your shirt off over your head, letting the amulet dangle on your bare chest. He's immediately next to you again, carefully avoiding the mysterious pendant as he strokes your chest and belly with slow, affectionate movements. He pauses at your nipples for a brief moment, and you can feel them harden beneath his pawpads, just as a certain other part of you.
He presses his body tightly against you. All except the chest, with the medallion seemingly holding him a few centimetres away, and you almost regret keeping it on. However, with your fronts rubbing against each other so tightly, any worries are quickly washed away by the jolts of pleasure from feeling his heated bulge grinding against yours. You moan, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you, his large muzzle easily enveloping your whole mouth.
It's becomes a blur of spasmodic movements, him groping every part of you, delighting in your soft naked skin, while you do much the same to him, squeezing his butt and tailbase, feeling the soft fur fill your palms. You'd never imagined fur could be this erotic, but it makes him feel soft as a pillow, only with something delightfully firm and eager for you to play with.
His hands slip into your pants and they fall down around your ankles, the otter apparently having undone your belt without you noticing. He immediately rubs a finger into the wet spot where the tip of your cock is tenting your underwear, and hungrily brings it to his lips, lapping up your wetness. The sight makes you feel like you're ready to pass out with arousal, but instead you push against him, sending him falling on his back in the bed, and he gives you a seductive look. He kicks off his already loosened pants, revealing both that he wasn't wearing any underwear, and a slender but long bestial shaft that connects to his belly with wet strands of his preseed.
You fall to your knees at the foot of the bed. For a moment you hesitate - after all, you're about the orally pleasure an animalistic demon - but then your arousal gets the best of you, and you lean forward, lapping the slick length from the very base, your tongue even slipping into his sheath for a brief moment, to the tip, gathering up his slimy tainted precum onto your tongue. Any thought of it being gross is gone as the tangy flavor hits your tastebuds, and before you know it, your hand is around his cock, stroking him even as you bob your head up and down on his otterhood, milking it for more of those sweet, erotic juices.
You can't help but wonder how it'd feel without the amulet.
<<link [[Take it off, you need more.|Otter worship]]>><</link>>
<<link [[No. You didn't get this far just to fail now.|Otter mating]]>><</link>>
You focus on the task at hand, and keep pleasuring your lover's slick cock. Soon enough he's moaning and twitching, trying to fuck your mouth, but you put your weight on his hips and retain control of the situation. Yeah, you might have his cock drooling precum in your mouth, but that's the most dominant position, isn't it, having total control over someone's pleasure?
Well, there might be one position that's better. You finally let go of his cock, and it slides out of your mouth with a wet pop, a strand of saliva and precum connecting your lips to it for just a moment.
River turns over in bed without needing to be told anything, though not onto his stomach like you were expecting, but rather to his side, giving you a beautiful view of his round, fuzzy butt and impressively thick tail. Demon as he might be, he looks exactly like a perfectly normal, two-legged otter. You don't hesitate, and climb into the bed with him, spooning your lover and wrapping your arms around him, pulling his soft, warm lower body against yours and simply enjoying the feeling of his fur rubbing against you. Because of the amulet, you can't really properly snuggle up to him, but it's close enough to be enjoyable, while remaining safe.
It's obvious where this is going, with your cock poking against his tail, but it'll take some acrobatics to get inside him with his rudder in the way. You grasp it, surprised at how heavy it is, and drape it over his hips. Somehow, it all comes naturally to do you, despite you very much never having done it with a curiosity demon before. With his encouraging moans filling your ears like wonderful music, you lift one leg over him, twisting your hips so you're approaching his waiting hole from below rather than from behind his tail, all the while fighting the instinct to bite him. Even with the amulet, he's very obviously having some amount of influence on you, with otter, demon, and human mating instinct all blending together in your mind.
Yet, you don't mate like demons or beasts. It's a very intimate, passionate experience, even if it's driven entirely by the primal instincts that whisper at you from the corners of your conscious mind. A bump of your hips and a wiggle of his rear bring your bulbous cockhead into contact with his opening. Another spreads him around you, and you can't help but bury your face in his fur, inhaling his scent and licking at the skin underneath as his incredibly warm body swallows an inch of your cock, hungrily. It feels different than you'd have expected. Tighter, warmer, the inner lining of his body naturally slick enough to not offer resistance even as it clutches at you. His body seems to be malleable, changing to become a perfect fit for your cock.
You bury yourself deeper into the pleasure he offers you, already panting heavily. As you pull back, his body tugs at you as if wanting to keep you inside, and with a blissful sigh, you oblige, a bump of your hips once again hilting you within your wonderful lover. So it goes, and you settle into a rhythm, the otter wriggling his body against you as you fuck him like actual otters might, your bodies entangled in a lusty mess of musk and love. You lose yourself in the moment, nothing mattering but your cock inside your lover, working up towards the point where you'll burst and give the demon every spurt of cum that your body manages to pump out.
Suddenly, he lets out a dooking, chittering kind of sound, his body stiffening in your arms, and he sharply inhales. You keep on thrusting, teetering right on the edge of climax yourself, and then he clenches down on you hard and he breathes out in a moaning sigh. You know he's cumming from the way his ass milks at your length, and you join him. No longer able to resist, you bite into his scruff, clutching his rear tightly against yourself while thrusting as deep inside him as possible, and then, with a growl muffled by his neck, you cum, spilling your seed into your receptive lutrine crush, one thick spurt at a time, grinding your sweaty hips against him with blissful abandon. Some of it leaks out, sloppily dripping onto the bed, but the demon clenches as best he can to keep most of it inside him.
"Well," he manages to huff as you're both recovering from your rather messy peaks. "Now I know what mating with a human feels like."
After another few moments of you both breathing heavily, still in the position you finished in, he continues.
"Would you like to do it again? I wonder how much endurance humans have. In fact, you should consider moving in with me so we can properly experiment..." he murmurs.
Despite the extreme abruptness of his proposition, you can't help but like the idea, although you don't voluntarily move. After perhaps a dozen more sessions with the otter, however, you find yourself growing claws and a thick rudderlike tail despite the amulet's limited protection, and know that once anyone sees them, you'll have no choice.
But your crush eventually matures to mutual love, and you never regret your chosen life with your demonic lover.
<<link [[Or do you? Click here to restart.|An Introduction]]>><</link>>You lift the necklace over your head, dropping it on the floor, and the otter grins as he watches. A rather predatory grin, but it's too late to do anything.
The moment you're no longer touching the amulet, the full power of the demon's erotic musk hits you. You realize what a wonderful mustelid he really is, letting you worship him like this, like he deserves. Your mouth sinks down on his cock, and you suckle on him lovingly, desperate for another spurt of his heated precum. He grabs the back of your head and jerks his hips against your face, driving his lewdly throbbing length into your throat, and you don't even gag. With your nose buried in his pubic fur, you can't help but inhale more of his intoxicating scent, and it makes your eyes tear up with joy at the fact that his demon - no, god - is letting you pleasure him like this. You want nothing more than to be his fucktoy, to worship him with your body forever, receiving every drop of his bestial cum that he deems you worthy of.
It's not enough to just nurse on his cock, you realize. You need more, you need him to pump you full of his seed, to turn you into his adoring little pet. With your limbs shaking, you clamber up onto the bed, naturally getting on all fours and presenting your ass for him to claim, but he has something else in mind.
"On your back," he murmurs. "I want to see your face as you submit to me," your master commands, and you curse yourself for being so stupid. Of course you want nothing more than to look into his beautiful eyes as he claims you, breeding you over and over again. With you flipped, he positions himself at your legs, spreading them and then lifting them over his shoulders with surprising strength. You're nothing but clay for him to shape, at this point, your body limp and burning for his dominant touch.
He positions himself at your entrance, bucks his hips, and sinks balls-deep into you in a single motion, leaving you crying out his name in blissful joy, the words "Take me" escaping from your lips amongst incoherent whimpering, even as your ass burns from stretching around his slick member. And take you he does, rutting into your tight hole with the mightiest thumps his small, yet amazingly masculine body can muster.
It's not long before you cum, without even touching yourself. How could you not, with that beautiful lutrine shaft sliding in and out of your submissive ass so lewdly? Your cock jumps and sprays our spurt after spurt of your thick cum all over your chest and belly, under the watchful eyes of your master. He chitters in approval, feeling your ass clench around him tightly, and gives a few more hard thrusts before pushing so deep into your that his fuzzy balls slap against your ass A wet warmth blossoms within you, and you know exactly what's going on. He's seeding you with his tainted demonic cum, with each hard throb of his maleness.
For a moment, you simply feel like you're floating, barely aware of anything, laying there beneath your lower, even after he slips out of you, his cock retreating back into its sheath.
"Put the necklace back on," he commands you. You're not sure why, but it's impossible to not obey him, and soon enough you're crawling around on the floor, cum dripping down your thigh, until you finally find the discarded pendant, and slip it on.
Instantly, your mind clears. You become yourself again, the worst of the otter's influence blocked out, but you realize that you don't regret a second of it. Not when it was that wonderful.
"Hmm, so you're feeling more like yourself again? Good. I was curious if it'd be permanent. I don't much want a mindless pet," he grins. "I'm just not that kind of demon."
Before you can say anything, he embraces you, giving you another kiss, almost making you get hard again. "But I would love for us to have another date, necklace or not..."
Of course, you can't say no to that, and after a few more dates, you're so smitten with each other that you declare yourselves boyfriends. With him not being allowed to move out of it, you'll have to move into the demon enclave, and god knows what'll happen then. Eventually, you'll transform too, and then you'll really be stuck in there. But you're just happy to have your devious, curious, loving mate next to you.
<<link [[The end. Restart?|An Introduction]]>><</link>>This is a story about you visiting a demon nightclub due to a lost bet.
There's plenty of gay sex and a variety of fetishes you can enjoy. You can check the hints if you're interested in what, exactly, they are.
If you want your experience to be more "realistic", don't bother having the guard explain how the necklace works, and opt to explore instead.
For more stories like this, including a werewolf CYOA, visit https://cinos.sofurry.com/ and https://www.patreon.com/ruddertail for early access.
<<link [[Let's get started!|A Beginning]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Give me some hints.|Hints]]>><</link>>"Splendid," Confidence purrs, and grabs you by the waist, hoisting you up on his shoulder with seemingly zero effort. "I knew the prey couldn't resist us."
"Of course. Any prey who understands its place would," Pride replies, running his paw along the curve of your ass. From the sound of fabric tearing, you're fairly sure he's letting his claws slice into your pants, though with enough feline precision that they don't even touch your skin.
Confidence carries you into a side corridor, and Pride follows, continuing to paint a verbal picture of what they're about to do with you. "Oh, we'll rake the prey's hole until it'll be numb to anyone but us, unable to find satisfaction with anyone but us no matter how desperately it yowls," he purrs.
It's a little alarming, but from everything you know about cats they're mostly trying to intimidate you. Maybe they prefer their prey scared. You can't help but wonder, though, exactly how sharp their "barbs" are. Hopefully not like their claws. The thought alone makes you wince. There's nothing you can do, though; you submitted to the two strong felines willingly, and as long as there's no outright violence, the provisory rules allow them to have their fun with you. And cats do love playing with their prey, no matter how demonic they are.
You arrive at a rather large private room, and Pride scans a little card to let you inside. The room seems to be decorated to appear like a jungle, with fake tree trunks and a painted leafy canopy. In the middle, there's a rock. You're a little worried by the way both the trees and the rock have chains on them. Just what have you gotten yourself into?
<<link [[Confidence lets you down once the door locks behind you. "Run, prey," Pride says. "And we shall hunt, taking what is ours by right."|Cat prey]]>><</link>>"I can tell you some things. It's fairly obvious that you're gay, for example," he says, and upon seeing your expression, he adds "That hardly takes a psychic to figure out; you're at the only gay demon club in the enclave, and I've seen you looking at everyone here in a very appraising way."
Is it really that obvious? You find yourself blushing. Sure, you might love cock, but you're not here for that, and certainly weren't trying to look at everyone in a sexual manner.
Or maybe you were.
"However, I could find out more if you removed that necklace you're wearing," he comments, casually. "It blocks most of my abilities."
After a brief pause, he continues. "Of course, removing it would also make you vulnerable to other demons, but they wouldn't bother you while you're here with me. You trust me, yes?"
Do you?
<<link [[Yes. Take the necklace off and have the lizard tell you about yourself.|Deep, glowing eyes]]>><</link>>
<<if $secondchance is 0>><<link [[Uh, maybe not that much. He's interesting, but you excuse yourself.|Return to demonwatching]]>><</link>>
<<else>><<link [[Uh, maybe not that much. He's interesting, but you excuse yourself.|Going home]]>><</link>><<endif>>"Me? I suppose that's a fair question. I am a relative rarity here, not being an outright demon. My species merely dwelled in hell. I am a salamander, though not the kind that exist on this plane," he explains.
So he's not a demon? That's rather interesting. On the other hand, you've at least read about demons, but never salamanders.
"How about your eyes? They're... rather different," you ask, since he's sharing facts about himself.
"Oh, I could show you. You'll just have to remove the necklace you're wearing. Don't worry, it's nothing unpleasant," he grins, showing a mouthful of sharp fangs. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in things such as your soul, and will do absolutely nothing that you don't consent to."
"Can't you just tell me?" you ask.
"It's much more fun to demonstrate. You trust me, don't you? After all, I already revealed the plans all the other demons might have for you," he suggests.
As if to emphasize just how trustworthy he is, he reaches over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. He feels surprisingly warm for a lizard, but that's probably to be expected for a species that used to live in a literal inferno. His scales are rough even through the fabric of your shirt, though, and the long claws (that he carefully avoids touching you with) suggest something sinister, if not in intent, then at least in physiology.
So you'll just have to ask yourself whether or not you trust him.
<<link [[Yes. Take the necklace off and have the lizard show you|Deep, glowing eyes]]>><</link>>
<<if $secondchance is 0>><<link [[Uh, maybe not that much. He's interesting, but you excuse yourself.|Return to demonwatching]]>><</link>>
<<else>><<link [[Uh, maybe not that much. He's interesting, but you excuse yourself.|Going home]]>><</link>><<endif>>You take the necklace off, and to your surprise, there are no immediate effects. It seems like your trust in this beautiful lizard was well-placed and well-deserved. He looks into your eyes again, and this time you can't bring yourself to look away. After all, he's proven that he's perfectly trustworthy, and why shouldn't you stare into the deep shifting glow around his slitted pupils? It's beautiful, like a spring meadow, soaked in felfire, a vibrant, exuberant shade of wonderful, wonderful green that you could just lose yourself in.
"That's better. Now, let me tell you about yourself," the lizard grins, and you notice the spines adoring his head rising up, as if with excitement. "Simply keep an open mind, a lot of what I'm about to tell you is buried rather deep in your subconscious, but it's the truth."
It feels like he's staring right into your soul, and you begin to feel rubbery, gelatinous, like you're opening up to his mental prodding. In fact, it feels kinda good, and you find yourself leaning into the sofa, relaxing as your awareness slowly narrows to nothing but his hypnotizing gaze.
"You're attracted to me," he says, first. Well, that's a no-brainer, how could you not be attracted to this beautiful lizard with his iridescent scales, his swoon-inducing reptilian muzzle, his wonderfully juicy genital slit that's on full, lewd display? You're fairly sure that your erection must be pitching an obvious tent in your pants, but you don't mind the lizard seeing it, since he knows fully well that you're into him anyway.
Wait, are you? That seems wro-
"You're quite the submissive little male," he murmurs. "Eager to please all kinds of strong, masculine types."
That's true, too. You've always been rather submissive, preferring to be used and abused for the pleasure of others. You suddenly recall that one time your boyfriend tied you up and all his friends used you, not letting you go until each one had pumped at least one big load of cum into your shapely bottom.
Did that actually...?
"And you're a slut. You just came here for cock, because you love the feeling of being full of someone's thick, warm cum to the point of leaking, of smelling claimed. Knots, barbs, foreskin, you're desperate for any kind of cock to fill that gaping void inside you," he reveals.
Yeah. The only way you feel like you're worth something is when someone's breeding you, hearing them moan and growl, feeling the wet warmth spread inside you, it all just fills you with happiness, it's the only time you're truly happy. That's why you're such a slut, why you'll let any horny male breed you, human and demon alike. As long as they cum inside you.
But-
"And more than anything, you want to get bred by me," he whispers, leaning close to you, and you almost swoon, knowing that he wants to mate with you too. You notice that he's slipped a finger into his very male slit, his ridged, dragonlike cock starting to poke out, and you love that you're having that kind of effect on him. It's intoxicating, and it drives you wild with arousal.
"Present yourself to me," the infernal lizard commands, and you obey.
<<link [[You pull your clothes off, in full view of every pair of eyes in the pub, revealing your hardness even as you shuffle onto all fours, and raise your wiggling ass so your lover can sink inside you.|Hypnofuck]]>><</link>>Your cheeks burn red with both shame and arousal, and the few seconds you dare look towards the bar only reinforces that feeling, knowing that several of the patrons are watching you. Some have even taken to fucking, themselves, like the fox you saw earlier leading his excitedly prancing hellhound into the corner for some private time. You see the hound's throbbing canid erection between his hind legs and wonder if you'll have time to service him too, later, or if the lizard wants you all for himself. Some of the others have also begun mating and you hear all kinds of cries, growls and yowls of ecstasy. You shiver, knowing you'll be joining their decadent chorus soon, just another slut getting bred by his male.
Being a slut is fantastic, anyway, either you get a lot of cocks or you get one cock plunged into you over and over again.
Are you a slut, though? There's a twinge of regret buried somewhere deep in your mind, but it's easily ignored; you just want to please the wonderfully dominant reptile that's currently positioning his lengthy, tapered cock at your bared rear.
He teases you a little bit, rubbing his tip against your pucker, and it almost tickles. You find that you have to restrain yourself to keep from pushing back and impaling yourself on his length immediately, your (new?) submissive instincts telling you that your temporary partner should be fully in control. So instead, you whine needily, almost like an animal, begging for him to take you. When he finally nudges his hips, and the tip of his maleness penetrates your tight ass with delicious friction, it's like a choir of angels in your head, and you let of a long, sighing moan, just like the demons getting fucked all around you.
He leans over you and begins the mating properly. On some level, you're amused by a reptile choosing to do it doggystyle, but how else would they do it? Still, he has a unique way of doing it, with slow, hard thumps that rock your entire body, even though you brace yourself on the sofa. The whole bar area smells like sex now, a tangy, musky scent of the arousal of many different males, all rutting in a frenzy with their demon mates, and when the lizard starts bumping into your prostate, it doesn't take long before you're drooling precum, adding your own scent to the mix.
It's absolute hedonism, and you find yourself already longing for the next time. The lizard's maleness inside you feels impossibly slick, despite the ridges, effortlessly plumbing your depths as if you were some demon bitch, dripping with arousal. How he's producing so much precum, you have no idea, but considering how good it feels, you don't much care. Having your pleasure button hammered like that, in combination with the way his ridges pop through your increasingly relaxed pucker with each thrust, you're starting to feel warm and tingly, your limbs trembling. It's an entirely new sensation, different from merely rubbing your cock, which in fact hangs neglected beneath you, positively drooling despite all that.
It's so unfamiliar that you don't realize that you're going to cum before your balls tighten and the ecstatic pressure begins to build in your loins. You thrust back against your master, your body quaking and quivering around him, and moan like a slut when you cum, climaxing from nothing but him claiming your ass. You hear a murmur of approval from your gathered audience, and you'd be embarrassed if you weren't currently covering the sofa with your seed, reduced to a mindless animal by the contractions of both your ass clenching around the lizard's length and your cock throbbing as it spurts out more cum than you think you've ever produced at once before.
"That's a good boy," the lizard hisses, his claws digging into your naked skin as he follows suit, and you swear you can feel the bulge of cum traveling through his cock before wetly splattering deep inside your body. It's a good thing he knew exactly what a submissive slut you were, you think, as your mouth hangs open in a vapid, blissed-out smile. This was exactly what you needed, to be filled with cum until you're bloated with it.
For a moment after your orgasm, your mind is clear enough to make a choice, the arousal gone for a moment. You feel like it's important to grab the necklace and put it on again, but on the other hand, you feel all warm and fuzzy imagining being the lizard's eager little slutpet. It's almost liberating, in a strange way, to never have to think for yourself again.
<<link [[You opt for the necklace. You have to actually get home, too, and you have other ambitions in life.|Home, safely]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Shove the necklace aside. You're perfectly happy like this, and want nothing more than to please your master.|A happy pet]]>><</link>>You take the necklace off without taking your eyes off the hellhound's cock, wondering if you could ever fit it inside you. At first, you don't notice anything different. After all, you were already salivating at the sight of his member, how much difference could some pheromones do? Hellhounds are rather simple demons, after all, anthropomorphic or not.
He does smell great, though. A deep, captivating musk that does wonders to make the old dog more attractive to you. It's a spicy scent that burns in your nostrils, like a musky wet dog with the typical hints of sulphur, but it's not unpleasant at all. In fact, you realize that you're getting rather excited by it, feeling your own cock press against your boxers as it swells. Your sight blurs for a moment, like you're not sure what part of the canid to feast your eyes on.
No, the scent is definitely having an effect on you. Not as much as you've heard some higher up demons can do, but you still feel it tingling all the right parts of your mind, inflaming your nerves and thoughts with a primordial, yet tainted arousal. It feels great, but it doesn't change things that much; the whole reason you came here was to fuck this magnificent hellhound, anyway.
You're still in control. What do you want to do?
<<link [[You want him inside you, knot be damned.|Doggystyle]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Grit your teeth and turn the tables. His cock might look wonderful, but you're eager to bury a bone of your own.|Humanstyle]]>><</link>>
<<link [[His bare and rough padded paws have a rather alluring scent to them, and you can't help but wonder how they'd taste...|Paw worship]]>><</link>>"Mmh, what a hot little boycunt you've got for me. All you human sluts are the same, eager to get fucked and knotted by a big, strong dog, but too afraid to just allow yourselves to" the hellhound growls. "Submissive little runts, all of you."
His hands grip your waist as he slides his erection between your plump cheeks, thrust at you like that for a while, his precum splattering onto your back in healthy spurts as he grunts and growls. "Hrr, I love that naked human skin. It's like you were born to be fucktoys for us," he compliments you. "I could do this all day," he said, squeezing and scratching you as he keeps sliding back and forth, sawing across your sensitive hole and making you moan more than just a little. But once he's satisfied that you've been slickened up enough, he pauses, positioning his cock for penetration, the tapered tip pressing at your entrance.
"Beg for it," he growls, and you do.
He doesn't just push in. No, he rams his length into you in a brutal thrust, seeking to completely dominate you. You're relaxed enough thanks to the pheromones in your blood making you receptive for mating, but it still burns, and you moan as the pain mixes with the perverted joy of knowing that a demon is mating you like this, rutting your submissive little body and using you purely as his willing cumdump. He's so hot and firm as steel inside you that it even inspires some manner of pride that you're able to pleasure someone that much bigger and stronger than yourself like that. That he's even willing to give you the gift of his canid member, and soon, his very cum.
You lift your gaze and realize that you can see your reflection in the mirror, and you watch as the hellhound ruts you like a bitch. It's a pretty erotic sight, like visual proof of your submission, and you have to admit that it's hot as hell watching yourself get abused like that. Hot enough that you soon start feeling an anal orgasm approaching, your hole growing extremely sensitive, to the point you feel every contour, every vein of the tool plumbing your depths, a warm, overwhelming tide building up in your prostate. Each time he thrusts into you, it intensifies, and you're soon moaning like a slut, your balls tightening and your ass clenching down on his length.
"That's a good slut, squeeze down around me," he commands. "Cum."
And oh god, do you cum. As your hole dilates, his massive knot pops into you, and you reflexively clench down behind it, gasping at the sheer volume, before your climax crashes over you like a tidal wave, and you coat the table with your spunk, the vigorous pounding forcing it all out of you in ecstatic spasms.
"Good," Tzalchas growls. "Here... comes your reward."
He grips you tightly, and then erupts inside you with a series of happy barks, his cock lurching within you, jumping as his pearly, thick cum sprays out into your innermost depths, painting your insides white with his demonic seed. It's blissful, soothing, and you're grateful that he'd be willing to spill his seed into a slut like yourself.
<<link [[You lay there, tied together like an alpha male and his bitch should be, while he keeps softly pulsating within you, oozing more and more of his tainted cum into your body.|Tzalchas aftermath]]>><</link>>
You feel strangely drawn to the demon's paws, and he notices you staring at them.
"Oh, you like my paws, do you? Get to work, then," he growls, wiggling and splaying his toes. You don't quite understand why it's having this kind of effect on you - you've never really thought of paws or feet as sexual before - but you inch closer until your nose is almost touching the black, rough pads that line his soles. They smell... interesting. Fascinating, even. A little like buttered popcorn, some musky sweatiness.
And before you can think about it, he pushes his paw right against your nose, forcing you to really take in his scent, so pungent at the source that it makes your eyes and cock tear up. One with tears, the other with tangible proof that you do, in fact, find this arousing. Terribly so. You grab his paw and mush it against your face, feeling the rough texture over your lips, and then you stick your tongue out. The immediate sensation is that it feels right, oddly so, to be orally worshipping this demon's paws. It makes you feel small and submissive, and yet you can't get enough. Your tongue runs over every detail of his foot, and soon enough, you even take one of his toes into your mouth, licking and sucking on the sweaty digit.
The hellhound only puts up with it for a short while, until he's satisfied with your submissive display. He stands up, grabs you by the waist and lifts you onto the table - just about the right height for his cock - roughly tearing your pants off as he does.
<<link [[On all fours with your ass up, there's only one way this is going.|Doggystyle]]>><</link>>You bite your tongue and try to focus. It's hard, extremely hard, but you imagine the hellhound on all fours, his tail raised as his ass posed invitingly. How warm he'd feel around your cock, and the delightfully dominant idea of forcing someone almost twice your side to submit. He might be a hellish dog, but he is a dog, and not that long ago he was probably another demon's happy pet. If you can figure out how to push those buttons...
You'll only get one shot at it.
<<link [[Grab the enormous mutt by the scruff and force him down on the floor.|Guard topped]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Try to seduce him with a kiss.|Failure]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Firmy order him to present himself, like you'd order a dog to lie down.|Failure 2]]>><</link>>You snatch up the necklace and put it on, and although your temporary partner seems a little disappointed, he chuckles nonetheless. "I hope you at least enjoyed yourself. If you'd ever want to be my pet more... permanently, I'll be here..." he says, giving you a slap on the ass before you get dressed and eventually leave the club.
It's strange, even with his influence over you now gone, you can't help but feel like he had some good points. You definitely do have a submissive side, and a bit of a slutty one as well, and you realize life is so much more fun when you let yourself be a little looser, a little sexier, and a little more open for new experiences.
One thought you're never able to shake is how life would've been if you had fully submitted to the lizard. Wonderful, maybe? Perhaps terrible, being a mindless pet. It has a certain allure, however, and you find yourself roleplaying the scenario over and over again with your eventual boyfriend.
You also paid back your lost bet and got home safely afterwards, with a broadened view of the world, so there is that. All in all, a rather positive outcome.
<<link [[But perhaps you wanted more? Click here to restart|An Introduction]]>><</link>>No, you're quite happy like this, feeling your master's seed sloshing around you inside you as he turns you over, staring into your eyes again. He whispers something about you belonging to him now, but you already knew that, just like you know everything he says is true. You feel any last thoughts of resistance or independence dissipate as you once more lose yourself in his hypnotic gaze, feeling warm, fuzzy and dumb, just like a good slutty pet should.
When your disappearance is investigated, they eventually find you with your master, but you assure them than everything is fine, that you're where you want to be, at your master's feet to be bred by him and anyone else he deems worthy, and they accept that, leaving you there. Since your master isn't strictly a demon, you never end up becoming one yourself, and remain with him as his prized human toy, at your happiest when you're so bloated with cum that you look two months pregnant.
<<link [[That's what happens when you trust strangers a little too much, but maybe it's what you always secretly wanted. If it isn't, you can restart by clicking here.|An Introduction]]>><</link>>Seeing that it's about midnight now, you decide to leave the nightclub. The guard dog grunts at you and you give him the necklace back as you pass, and he in turn tosses the human guard a few bills, apparently having lost yet another bet. Was he hoping you wouldn't come out the same way you came in?
Your walk through the nightly streets is almost pleasant, and you return to the familiar quarters of the city. It all goes without incident, and soon enough you're safe and sound at home.
You have done what you promised in your little bet. It wasn't bad, really. You met some interesting characters, and learned some new things.
<<link [[Although, as you toss and turn in bed that night, you can't help but wonder how else it could've played out, if you were a little less careful. Click here to restart|An Introduction]]>><</link>>The hellhound yelps in surprise and to your surprise, in turn, he becomes surprisingly pliable as you scruff him like any other dog. He growls, but you push him down onto the floor and the growl turns into a whine. There's no doubt that he's letting you do it, being that he's far too heavy that you could actually force him, but perhaps there are some buried submissive instincts at play. Emboldened by dominating such an intimidating demon, you don't waste any time, grabbing his tail and yanking it up hard as you unfasten the guard's pants and pull them down. His slick, black tailhole is a rather pleasant sight, distinctly animalistic, and not missing a beat, you run your finger around the rim before forcing it inside, drawing a gruff bark from the dog. You can't really get all that deep, but it's more about the intent than anything, and going by how hard he remains, he's doing a wonderful job arousing himself. Images of you pumping him full of human cum and really cementing you dominance flood into your mind, and you lick your lips at the thought of watching your seed drip from his used tailhole.
"Good boy," you tell Tzalchas, and watch with delight as his ears fold, the previously scarily big dog seeming like nothing more than a big puppy. You slide another finger into him, feeling him squeeze down on your digits, and it almost seems like even his scent is growing more submissive. Softer, more flowery than spicy, you can't really put your finger on it.
With the demon being so big, there's little need for foreplay. Instead, you unzip the front of your jeans and roughly push your erection against his bared rear and flagging tail (which now stays up on its own without needing you to force it). His furless, puckered ring feels soft, warm and pliable against your cockhead, and you quickly give into the instincts coursing through you, driving your hips forward, desperate to bury your length in a willing, hot hole. You growl as you head pops inside Tzalchas. He's not the tightest, but he is tight enough that his twitching, clenching hole caresses your length as you bury yourself deeper inside him.
You grow rougher and rougher each time he whines with increasing need, dominance seemingly burning in your mind. Your nails dig into his fur and skin and you begin to hammer into him with all your might. You feel your jaw muscles tense, too, as if some previously long-forgotten mating instinct is demanding that you bite the hellhound. You might be dominating the demon, but you're nothing but a slave to those primal whispers from the deepest recesses of your subconscious, and so you lean down, not pausing for even a second, and pinch a good part of his scruffy back between your teeth.
It's amazing how he quivers around you as you master his body, fucking him for far longer than his own kind would, entirely focused on the bliss of your cock rubbing against his inner walls and bumping over his prostate at an ever more frantic pace, but eventually, you do begin to feel the sweet ache of your impending release. Before you get there, your canine partner gives a muffled bark and you feel him squeeze down on your length hard, and the smell of his spilled seed quickly wafts up to your nostrils. With a few more thrusts, you pass the point of no return, and slam yourself as deep as you can into his tailhole, revelling in feeling his muscles clench around your base, even as you throb and then erupt into him, once more biting down hard on his back. Your shoes slip on the ground as you spray everything you've got into his thirsty depths, and you grind against him, huffing and grunting.
When you finally pull out, your cum spills down his taint, and you lick your lips at just how delicious the sight of such a strong, muscular male having been thoroughly dominated and fucked is. You scoop up what spills and stuff those globs of seed back inside him, and then wipe the remaining drops off on his asscheeks, feeling like you've just created a rather pleasant piece of art. It's a shame you don't have long to admire your handiwork.
In a final gesture of dominance, you praise him for being such a good boy, and then hastily make your exit, your legs shaking. While you would've preferred staying buried inside him a little longer, you don't want to risk him changing his mind.
The human guard gives you a knowing grin on the way out along with a mock salute, and you wonder if he was watching as you go home, your bet fulfilled without even having to enter the demon enclave.
<<link [[Overall, you're pretty pleased with yourself.|Dominant ending]]>><</link>>To your surprise, the big hellhound responds to your kiss, but he does so by grabbing the back of your head and pull you into it, his broad tongue invading your mouth and wrestling with yours, until you can't breathe. You desperately fight to pull away, but he holds you there until your vision starts to dim, and you start to go limp. He finally releases you seconds before you're sure you'll pass out, and you gasp for air, desperately inhaling the pheromone-laden scent, so much - too much - of it that your body threatens to burn up with arousal. Resistance and dominance feel like distant, abstract concepts, and all you can think of how badly you want to submit to this strong, old hellhound. You pull down your pants and climb up onto the table, pushing back against his length as soon as you feel its intense heat touch your skin.
<<link [[You want him inside you, knot be damned.|Doggystyle]]>><</link>>"Heh," Tzalchas chuckles. "Hardly. You're the bitch here, and bitches get bred, no matter how many fancy words you use. Maybe you need some help realizing your role."
He stands up, towering above you, as if to illustrate his point, and effortlessly lifts you onto the table. Before you even know it, he tears your pants off and buries his huge muzzle between your asscheeks, his cold nose making you shiver and his warm, wet tongue lapping your entrance making you moan.
He tongue-fucks you for a few moments, actually sticking the slick muscle into you, which feels incredible, and you feel yourself swelling at his expert touch as he tosses your salad in the most canine way possible. Soon enough, you're begging for him to take you, and he growls dominantly. "Hrrf, you human bitches all just need to be shown who's in charge..."
<<link [[Too aroused, and feeling far too empty to refuse, you invite him to claim you as his fucktoy.|Doggystyle]]>><</link>>Both of the canids grin at you to approve, and you can't help but feel like you might've made a stupid choice. A stupid, and perhaps a little hot choice. You follow the fox and the hound to a dimly lit corridor, and he slides what looks like a membership card at a reader for a room. It's mostly nondescript, with some dime-a-dozen replicas of famous paintings on the walls, but the floor is lined with a large, mat-like mattress, and the heady scent in the room immediately hits you. It smells like wet dog, only with... what you'd have to presume is the scent of aroused hellhounds. It's a crude, primitive kind of scent, but from the way it tingles your nose, you have to assume it has some pheromones in it. <<if $rules is "known">>Thanks to the necklace, it's at least not having much an effect on you.<<else>>Since it's not immediately driving you into a mating frenzy, you figure they must not be compatible with humans.<<endif>>
"Still, Nazjar," the fox commands, and the hellhound stands at attention, although his gaze follows you around the room. You resolve to call him "Naz". Particularly when you're moaning underneath him - huh, that's a strangely explicit thought.
The fox turns to you. "Go on, get familiar with him," he grins, and his pet also grins, although being a dog, he's almost always grinning. Then again, so is the fox. It's the canid way.
"What do I..." you ask, taking a few steps closer to Naz.
"Oh, he won't mind whatever you do. You could pet him, just watch the spikes. Or you could get him all hot and bothered," the fox says, moving his hand in a rather suggesting up-and-down fashion. "Oh, and you could take the necklace off. It's probably inhibiting some of your more curious traits."
Well, first of all you want to make sure the dog won't just outright eat you. So, you kneel down next to it, and let it sniff at your hand a little, before giving it a pat on the head. Despite being a hellhound, he reacts just like a normal dog, although he has a hard-to-quantify glimmer of intelligence in his eyes, as if he's only acting like a regular dog to convince you that he is one. There's something more to him, but for now, he pants happily, all the while not moving a single muscle.
Your eyes drift to his hindquarters, and then to his rather sizeable sheath, from which his deep red cock is poking out. Just the tapered tip of it, though. Are you really going to do this?
<<link [[Yes. You've gotten this far, and the taboo of it all is getting you rather hot and bothered.|The hound]]>><</link>>
<<link [[You can't. It's too weird, even if he is somewhat sapient, he's too much like a normal dog. You get up and quickly leave the strange fox and his dog behind, to let them have their own fun.|Return to demonwatching]]>><</link>>
You swallow, hard, and then place your hand on the hellhound's sizeable package, half expecting him to bite you. He doesn't, of course, even when you just stand there, giving yourself a few moments to get used to it. His fur is a little matted down there, probably as a result of many climaxes from his master's attentions. But he's warm, oh so warm, and you give his sheath a gentle squeeze. He rumbles - growls, perhaps - but allows you to continue. Maybe he wants you to.
As you grow bolder, so too does the hellhound begin to respond to your attentions. An inch, perhaps, of his red doggy dick slips out, feeling slick and even warmer than his sheath against your exploring hands. You find yourself strangely enraptured by watching him swell like that. He's just so different from any humans you've been with. The demons are probably somewhat similar, but still.
Soon enough he's fully hard and you'd estimate he's at least nine inches long, lewdly throbbing in your hand and leaking clear, watery precum from the tip. You lean a little closer, and the dog takes a few steps towards you.
"Still, Nazjar" the fox growls. "Let him take his time or there'll be no bitch for you," he commands, his voice positively dripping with dominance, actually startling you. Naz gives a little whimper and freezes again. Even if he's usually on top, there's no doubt as to which canid is the boss, despite Naz' intimidating size. With the hellhound yours to play with, you have a little bit of a choice to make.
<<link [[Take the necklace off and see what happens. Maybe it'll make your bestial experience more exciting?|Hound, bare]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Proceed with the necklace on, for the sake of safety.|Hound, protected]]>><</link>>You hesitate a little bit before you unclasp the necklace and stuff it into none of your pockets. At first, there's no obvious difference, but soon enough, as the hellhound's pheromones work their way into your system, you begin to realize that he's... attractive. It's not something you'd have really thought of a feral beast before, and it feels a little unfamiliar at first, as you stare at the dog's red rocket, finding it almost sexier than a human cock. How did you never realize that before? Still, you're grateful for the hound and his master for giving you this opportunity to discover what you're really into.
It only becomes more evident as you get on all fours, eager to get a taste of that strangely alluring maleness. Experimentally, you give his side a little lick, and discover it's almost metallic in taste, a hard to describe but not unpleasant flavor. The hellhound helpfully lifts his leg, giving you better access, and you give his pointed tip a little kiss with pursed lips, letting some of the precum smear onto your lips, which you immediately taste. It doesn't taste like much, but the demonic taint seems to immediately seep into your bloodstream, and it feels incredible, like a very sexual buzzing sensation that reverberates throughout your entire body. So you wrap your lips around the Naz' cock and gently suckle on it, letting his next little spurt of preseed spray directly into your mouth. For a while, your eyes are closed, but when you open them again and see a feral demon's cock in front of you, feeling it slide in and out of your mouth, it's almost too much, the perverted understanding of how you're debasing yourself feeling like a wildly erotic dream.
The fox walks behind you as you keep suckling on Naz's glossy, engorged maleness for more of his hot, intoxicating arousal. He grabs your pants and pulls them down to your ankles, leaving your rear bare, but he doesn't go any further.
"Enjoying yourself?" the fox asks. "From how hard you are, it sure seems that you enjoy sucking doggy cock," he says, and you swear you can hear him grinning. Still, hearing him comment on the depravity of it all only makes you harder, more determined to bring this sexy beast to his climax, and you bob your head back and forth on his cock, stroking what you can't take into your mouth with your hands. You're so aroused it's like your entire body is on fire, an almost itchy sensation focused on your rear, an emptiness that yearns to be filled.
"You're clenching like a bitch in heat," the fox remarks, smugly. "I knew you wanted to be his breeding toy. It's time to go all the way. Go on, beg for it."
His words seem to soak into your very soul, and you know he's right, you do want his pet on top of you, mounting you and mating you like the animal he still is. You let his twitching cock slip from your mouth and say it. "Make me your bitch, Naz," the words making you blush as they leave your lips. "Mount me..."
Nazjar looks at his master as if making sure he has permission. "That's a good boy, Naz. Go on. Mount him, boy," the lusty fox replies to the unvoiced question, and the hellhound quickly bounces behind you. The fox - you don't even know his name - pats your bared rear, and you swallow hard, again, knowing what's coming and how powerless you are to stop it. Pets get bred by pets, after all, and what are you if not one of the fox's pets?
<<link [[He leaps on top of you, his weight heavy on your back, and his paws clasp possessively around your waist, scratching you even through your shirt, leaving the telltale marks of beast-mating.|Bitched]]>><</link>>
You are enjoying yourself, and the sheer depravity of sucking off a hellhound is plenty enough to keep your cock hard as steel, so you see no reason to risk anything worse. Instead, you take your time slobbering on the dog's cock with increasing passion. It doesn't taste bad all and the way he throbs and sprays more of his hot juice into your mouth each time you lick and suck it just right gets your dopamine going. You find yourself wishing that human males were that easy to read, too. With how much of it he produces, you have some trouble swallowing it all, some spilling from the corners of your mouth, until you finally take a moment to catch your breath.
You consider if you should just finish him off like that and get a bellyful of his bestial seed, but the fox has other plans. He pulls you into a kiss, sharing the flavor of his pet's precum, and although you know exactly what he's planning on, but you're powerless to stop it, with him being a lust demon. His slender muzzle almost covers your whole mouth, and his broad tongue tangles with yours, and it feels just about as good as you'd think kissing a lust demon would, leaving your legs feeling so weak that you fall into his embrace, and he happily lays back with you on top. You struggle to pull your pants off, with the fox already being naked waist down, with his cock grinding against your own bulge.
"Naz, mount him," the fox commands once your rear is bared, and in the blink of an eye the hound is behind you, giving your naked sphincter a quick lick before leaping on top of you, leaving you sandwiched between the two canids.
"Relax, human. Just enjoy this," he whispers, seeing the hesitation on your face, and then he snogs you again, distracting you from the animal mounting you, positioning himself for penetration even as his front paws clasp around your stomach, sharp claws managing to scratch you even through your shirt. That'll be fun to explain, you think, and then he starts humping you, trying to find your hole but having no immediate luck. The rocking motion leaves your own maleness rubbing against the fox's, though, in an impromptu kind of frotting, and the both of you moan happily at the very sexual, pleasurable friction of it, your combined precum soon leaving both of your bellies soaked.
The fox reaches for your cheeks and spreads your ass for his pet. His massive cock slips between your cheeks and then finally nudges into your hole with a sharp jab of his hips, and you moan into your lover's mouth as he sinks into you, and then he really begins to fuck you, hammering into you with short, feral thrusts that shake your entire body. Your eyes roll back from the sheer intensity of the mating you're receiving. The fox wraps both of his paws around your cocks, squeezing them together and letting his pet's thrusts keep grinding them together. It feels oddly close to heaven considering you're fucking two demons, but you break the kiss to beg his pet to fuck you, as if there was any hesitation in his mind.
Being a beast, he doesn't last long, but you cum first, overwhelmed by the constant grinding. "Good boy," the fox smiles as he feels your cock throb against his. "Cum. Milk that dog cock," he commands you, reminding you of just what kind of depraved act you're committing, and you can't help but obey. Your ass spasms around the invading canine member, inner and outer muscles both, and with another rapturous convulsion, a spurt of cum sprays into the fox's fur, and then another, and another, until he's completely soaked with your seed.
Halfway through your own apex, the hellhound rams his knot into you, tying you together, and you almost lose your breath with how full you are, feeling like someone rammed a baseball bat up through your stretched, abused ring. Still, it leaves the mass inside you squeezing against your prostate, effectively milking out another full orgasm even as your clencing ass milks him for his spooge. A few frantic thrusts later, your body gets exactly what it's craving; the hound howls triumphantly, biting your neck - hard, but not hard enough to pierce the skin - and you know, from both the throbbing and the intense warmth blossoming in your belly that he's cumming inside you. Seeding his mate, heavily by the feeling of it.
And he keeps cumming until you feel your stomach start to bloat with the sheer mass of it sloshing around inside you. It feels wonderful and warm, and you're both left panting and sweating, a musky, sticky mess of male sexuality. By the time the dog is spent, you look like you're one or two months pregnant with his pups. A well-suited look for a bitch.
The fox, of course, insists that you should meet them again even after you start getting dressed, and even hands you a buttplug so you don't leak dog cum all the way home. That leaves you with only question; do you use it?
<<link [[Yeah. It's cleaner, neater, and maybe you just enjoy being full of a hellhound's seed a little too much.|Plugged, end]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Nah, let it drain out. Who knows what'll happen if you keep it all in overnight?|Normal ending, post hellhound]]>><</link>>With the hellhound's pheromones coursing through you, you're relaxed enough that his cock, lubed up by your own saliva, manages to slip halfway into you on the first thrust. You gasp, your ass burning from the sudden intrusion, but at the same time it feels so right.
"Give your bitch some time to adjust, Naz," the fox commands, and for a moment, the dog merely rests on top of you, only gentle nudging his hips, slowly penetrating deeper. You can feel his slobber soaking your shirt and wonder how long he can resist his instincts, but then, his back legs slip and he clutches at you, hard, gravity ramming his cock right into your prostate. You moan at the sudden surge of pleasure. Who even knew it could feel that good?
"Alright. Breed him, Naz. Turn him into another pet for me," the fox orders. Wait, what? "Turn him" doesn't sound good, but then the hellhound begins to absolutely jackhammer into you, the spike in sensations scrambling your thought as your animal lover quite literally fucks your thoughts out of your head. You don't even notice that you've began to change before it's entirely too late. Your entire body itches as the dog mates with you, starting from where his cock is buried into you. You don't see it until later, but your hole spreads, lewdly, blackening into that of another hellhound. Fur spreads across your body, and it's not until it reaches your hands that you notice it.
It doesn't take a genius to realize that's happening as your fingers painlessly shorten, becoming more like toes. The fox moves over to your front and pets your head, and you realize that your ears have moved to the top, where they splay at your owner's loving touch. Soon, primitive instincts flood your mind, and your mouth falls open into a pant, both from the pleasure of your mate mounting you, and to compensate for your rising body temperature. Your face stretches into a muzzle before your eyes - a sexy, black and brown hellhound muzzle - and for a moment, you teeter right on the edge of human and dog, barely holding onto your thoughts. As the transformation reaches your cock, the pleasure surges again, and you imagine having a lewd, leaking doggy cock just like the one buried deep under your tail. The thought stokes the flames of your arousal something fierce, and you bark out of your ecstasy as your maleness reddens, slickens, and swells until it looks just like the other hound's, feeling huge and wonderful where it bobs underneath you.
You snap out of your sexual reverie for the final time when Naz' knot rams against your tailhole, and for but a moment, you consider stopping him from knotting you. But no, you realize, you have to let him do it. How else are you going to become a good doggy pet your fox master? Instead, your relax your body, grumbling deep in your chest, and let him keep spreading you, until the huge bulge finally slips inside you with a wet slurp. Almost immediately, you feel his cock lurch inside you, and then twitch again.
You whimper and howl as the other dog begins to fill you with his watery, felfire-tainted seed, and you cum too, spraying out the last of your human essence onto the padded carpet, and along with it, what remains of your thoughts. You buck back against your mate, clenching and wriggling, helping him pump you full of doggy spunk, helping him breed you like his bitch. Because that's what you are. That's what you were always destined to be. Even after your own climax ebbs, your mate's cock continues to pump inside you, spurt after spurt of frothy, hot semen filling you to the point even his knot can't keep it all inside, some of the slick canine juices spilling onto the floor to join yours. You feel it bloating your belly, and you can't do anything but take it, nor do you want to.
Eventually, your mate dismounts you, and you stand ass to ass with the other hellhound, his knot still trapped within you. You look and feel like you're a month or two pregnant, bloated with your lover's cum. Your owner lavishes you with praise for the sexy display, and you pant happily as he pets you, even as he unzips and brings out his sizeable vulpine erection for you to service.
<<link [[You're a good boy.|Hellhound ending]]>><</link>>Life as a hellhound is full of simple joys. Your mate breeds you often and you love every second of it. Sometimes, your master lets you breed him as well, and you're all too eager to please him.
One day, you're laying there at his feet at the bar he so often goes to, when a human shows up. The fox strikes up a conversation while you watch them with great interest, your ears perking as he mentions you and Naz. The thought of getting to mount a human excites you enough that your sheath begins to swell, cock sticking out just enough for the human to see. You can smell his budding arousal, his interest, and you're thankful for your master for providing you with such an opportunity.
<<link [[You're a very, very good boy, your owner tells you as you pump the human full of your infernal seed. You're inclined to agree. Or are you? Click here to restart.|An Introduction]]>><</link>>It's a rather big plug, but with your ass stretched out by the Naz' rather girthy cock and knot, it slips right in, making sure none of that sticky, tainted seed can spill out on the way home. Every time you pass someone on the street you can't help but smile, wondering if they have any idea about your little secret.
Eventually, you arrive home safe and sound, and promptly go to bed. You're sore, and it's been a long night; you can have a shower tomorrow. Sleeping is a little difficult when your cock refuses to go limp for even a second, though, maybe because of the pressure against your prostate, or whatever demonic energy the hellhound cum radiates. Demonic energy that you eagerly allow to seep into your own body. You end up masturbating, twice, and when you finally fall asleep you're covered in your own thick cum. Somehow, it only feels proper.
That night is almost instant and dreamless. So from your point of view, after you finally close your eyes, it's morning instantly. Then, when you open them, you're face to face with an eight inch hellhound cock, beautiful and glossy red. Your sleep-drunk brain takes a while to process it, but touching it sends you into paroxysms of pleasure, precum spraying over you like a very explicit fountain, and you realize that it's not just any cock, but yours.
A wonderful little souvenir from your night of debauchery. You can't wait to try it out, maybe with the friend you made your bet with. Right now, though, there's more pressing matters to attend to. Your new canine cock is just big enough that you can shove the tip into your mouth, and so you spend the morning hours in gurgling ecstacy, sucking yourself off over and over again, swallowing every drop of cum your balls manage to squeeze out.
<<link [[It'll be fun to explain this to my next lover, you muse, utterly spent. Then again, if someone else sees it, chances are good that such an obvious sign of corruption would have you sent to live with the demons. But with the fox and his hound there, perhaps you wouldn't mind that. If you would, click here to restart.|An Introduction]]>><</link>>You arrive home, safe and sound, though with your pants completely soaked with the copious load of doggy cum, slowly leaking from your abused rear. It's a dirty, but very hot feeling, and you can only thank your lucky stars that there aren't many people on the streets at night to see your raging erection and spunk-soaked clothes. You can even smell the hellhound on you, yourself; what would everyone else think?
Then again, you don't regret your actions one bit, despite the depravity. In fact, you have to masturbate several times just to fall asleep, until your balls are as sore as your ass.
Maybe you should visit that fox and his lovely pet again tomorrow. Or maybe you should get a hellhound of your own. Those are legal to keep outside the enclaves as long as they aren't fully sapient yet, you seem to remember.
Eventually, you pass out, utterly spent and satisfied. What you dream of isn't a big surprise to anyone.
<<link [[You're home. Debased, but safe. You've fulfilled your end of the bet, and discovered some new, sexy things about yourself. Of course, maybe you could've done even more? Click here to restart.|An Introduction]]>><</link>>It's a very particular kind of foreplay, but with adrenaline already coursing through your body, you easily fall into your role. You dash behind one of the plastic trees. It almost feels like real fear as you hide and briefly see Confidence fall onto all fours, somehow looking like a feral panther despite his humanoid body. Pride stays on two legs, more like a human hunter, but much fiercer. You realize that they've both gotten naked, discarding the trappings of civilization, to better live their strange fantasy.
Pride stalks you slowly as you move from tree to tree, overplaying the terror a little bit. Confidence pounces towards you, cutting off your next move and staring you down with a deep, throaty growl. With the two cats closing in on both sides, you run around the tree and over the middle area with the rock. It's obvious that they're toying with you, since either one could probably catch you in three seconds flat, but they're visibly enjoying it. You can tell as much from the way their cocks peek from their sheaths, tapered pink tips protruding with a growing arousal. And they're both so... well hung. Although it's hard to tell how big they'll be, their fuzzy sheaths already suggest something like twice the size of the average human, and the plump balls promising endless virility.
It's actually exhilarating, and you find yourself really getting into the chase. There's nowhere to really run, but you manage to dodge a pounce from Confidence by juking him, one that was surely intended to end the game, and he snarls in response as he catches nothing but empty air. Eventually, the inevitable happens, of course. Confidence pounces again, this time deliberately missing, distracting you from Pride sneaking up behind you and grabbing both of your arms. You struggle, but it's no use, not with how strong he is. He leans down, fangs bared, and huffs against your neck, his breath incredibly hot, as if preparing to bite... and then licks you, the raspiness of his tongue still making you jump. Confidence does the same thing, roleplaying out the kill, even though his now full erection rubbing against you as he does shows his true intents. You legs actually shake, the primal foreplay having you quite worked up, sweaty and hard as rock.
The cats take you to the middle rock and place you there, laying on your stomach. Pride clasps two of the chained cuffs around your wrists, and then two more around your ankles, leaving you fully at their mercy. Then, they strip you, mostly trying to avoid ruining any more of your modest clothing, until you're left laying naked on the smooth stone, with the natural curve of it keeping your ass higher than the rest of your body.
"How should we enjoy our prey?" Pride asks the other jaguar.
"Hrrf, I want to enjoy that succulent rear," Confidence replies. "Oh, our prey will be spilling its seed in no time."
Confidence, as it were.
"Good. Then it can moan around my cock," Pride purrs in response, and the two felines circle you few times, rubbing against you, marking you with their scents, before positioning themselves in front of and behind you. You get your first close up view of Pride's shaft - now proudly sticking out at full mast - and the sight almost makes your breath catch in your throat. It's a thick slab of pink masculinity, with a vaguely defined, tapered cockhead, but what really catches your attention are the barbs, or nubs that line the top. The don't look sharp enough to pierce your skin, but enough so that you'll certainly feel them.
He takes his time, as if he's considering every single movement he makes. Soon enough, though, his wonderfully plump, heavy balls press against your nose, as does his cock. With no other option, you inhale his scent, and oh gods, does he smell amazing. Graceful, masculine, virile. A little sweet, but distinctly feline, with a wild, musky edge. It's hard to describe, but you push your nose against his package in an alarmingly catlike gesture of affection. Huh.
He presents his sizeable cock for you to suck, and you obediently open your mouth. He slides inside, stretching your jaw with his girth, the barbs feeling strange but not unpleasant against your tongue. At the same time, Confidence spreads your cheeks and gives your pucker a few licks, his raspy tongue sending shocks through your body, almost like electricity. It's very nearly too much, and you whimper and moan alternatingly around the cock in your mouth.
Once he's satisfied that you're wet enough, he stands behind you, nudges his cock into your hole, and then pushes in, and you almost pass out from the incredible sensation of his barbs raking you as his erection sinks into your body. It's like pins and needles, but infinitely more pleasurable, and you arch your back on instincts, feeling your own maleness throb in response.
<<link [[And so, they fuck you.|Spitroasted]]>><</link>>The two felines rock your body between them. When Confidence thrusts into your ass, he pushes you deeper on Pride's cock, and each time Pride thrusts, growling, he forces Confidence's cock deeper into your body. As for you, you're in seventh heaven, being stuffed full of jaguar cock in both holes, particularly with the extra sensation of their barbs raking your fuckhole and throat, and you squirm and moan, unable and unwilling to do anything but take it all in. It culminates in a sort of itchiness within you, growing into a persistent feeling of needing to be filled, to be pumped full of cum. Almost like a heat. You've heard that feline cocks cause ovulation in females, but who knows what they'll do to a male human, especially with all the demonic energy soaking into you.
It's not a true heat, of course, but the effects are the same, and you're already drooling around Pride's cock imagining how good it'll feel when the other big cat spills his load into you, soothing the burning itch that he's actively sparking within you. And then, it happens. You almost choke at the abruptness of the cock in your mouth suddenly erupting, spraying thick semen straight down your throat, and then bathing your tongue in sticky bliss as he pulls out for another thrust. At the same time, Confidence grunts behind you, hilting himself within you, and the wet heat that follows his telltale throbbing, jerking and grinding makes you yowl in bliss, the relief his seed making you feel like you're floating on air, gasping and begging for every last drop. But you don't manage to cum, yourself.
"I wonder if the prey has ever experienced our kind before," Pride growl-purrs after he's spent, all of his cum safely deposited in your belly.
"Oh, perhaps it thinks we're done," Confidence chuckles. The two circle you again, switching positions. You hesitate a moment when presented with the cock that was just inside you, but at this point you're so aroused by the pounding you just received that you open your mouth for him anyway, eager to suck another load of delicious cum out of him.
And so it goes. You lose track of how many times they fuck you, but it's morning by the time they're finally spent, and your own balls are so empty that even walking hurts, not to mention your ass and throat feeling raw and sore. The intense satisfaction of so many orgasms, of being so utterly drained and filled at the same time, though, makes it all worth it.
The two felines make no attempt at keeping you after that, setting you free. Pride says that their prey must deserve to become one of them, and this is only the start. Confidence whispers that he wishes to hunt again, soon.
<<link [[It's time to go home.|Home, after cats]]>><</link>>The guard dog can either dominate you or get dominated if you approach him right after asking about the rules.
You can talk with the lizard without committing to anything to get a rough idea of what the other demons want.
Taking the necklace off when prompted usually results in more intense, but also more submissive scenes, as well as more transformations.
The otter is very curious about how eating souls might feel, but he'll only try it with the most submissive and naive players. It's not necessarily unpleasant, though.
<<link [[Let's get started!|A Beginning]]>><</link>>You waddle as you leave the club, every muscle feeling weak and abused. Even before you get home, though, you find yourself fantasizing about the next time. Of letting the two hunters breed you over and over again until you're just as wonderfully strong as they are, with their sharp claws and fangs, with their muscular yet flexible bodies.
But when it comes time to masturbate before your daytime sleep, you find that no matter how big a dildo you drive up your ass, you barely feel anything, not after how many times you fucked by their barbed cocks. In fact, you can't bring yourself to orgasm at all. It all feels like an endless session of edging, your cock drooling and throbbing but not quite managing to reach a climax, and you yowl in frustration, starting at the clock and waiting for the next time that damn club opens. You desperately need to cum, and you only have one - or rather, two - options to bring you there.
<<link [[Willing or not, you'll be prey to Pride and Confidence again, and knowing that makes you feel fiercely happy. Or does it? Click here to restart.|An Introduction]]>><</link>>While you never return to Tzalchas, your experience with him certainly has awakened some new instincts in you, and you find yourself becoming more forceful and dominant in everyday life, as well as more eager to bury your cock in the partners you seduce.
One target of those new affections is your friend, who you trick into accepting another bet about something insignificant, with the loser agreeing to bottoming for the winner. Having planned it in advance this time, you win, and soon, he's moaning beneath you, as full of cum as the hellhound was when you left him.
<<link [[It's a good life when you're the top dog. But perhaps that was a one time thing. Click here to restart.|An Introduction]]>><</link>>Eventually, he manages to yank his knot out as it starts to shrink, and his copious load gushes out out of you, spilling all over the table. Your alpha - as you've begun to instinctively think of him - commands you to clean it all up, and you do, slurping up mouthfuls of his cum and scooping up the rest with your fingers for an additional treat, before you can finally get dressed.
He gives you a pat on the ass as you leave, and the human guard winks at you as you exit the guard shack, causing your cheeks to burn red with embarrassment. You waddle home, your ass numb from the animalistic mating, but with a sense of deep satisfaction at having found your role in life; being the omega bitch for that mighty hellhound.
<<link [[You're rather satisfied with your night overall, having gotten the pounding of a lifetime and having been knotted for the very first time. You feel submissive and claimed, and can't wait to see your alpha again. Or can you? Click here to restart.|An Introduction]]>><</link>>Screw it. You're here, and what's the worst thing that could happen? It is just a dance, even if most of the dancers are demons. You go the bar and get a shot of whiskey to calm your nerves, and then walk out onto the dancefloor. It's crowded, and you have to squeeze between several fuzzy and scaly bodies moving to the music to even get on the dancefloor itself. Still, despite the claustrophobic situation, it feels like any other club in town, except that the visitors are a little fuzzier and sexier.
So with the bassy beats and rhythms vibrating through your body, you dance, to what extent you can given that you're squished between several demons. One's some kind of feline with tribal markings, another's a dragon, and there's a fox to your right. Too many to keep track of, and as the beat goes on it becomes obvious that the dance is less of a traditional human dance, and more everyone grinding against each other to the rhythm of the infernal night. At this point there's no realistic way for you to get back to the bar area without shoving and pushing aside a seemingly solid wall of demons. Then again, your crotch is grinding against the leather-clad rear of what looks like a tiger as you dance, his striped and forked tail wrapped around your waist, and it's starting to feel rather good.
You feel a warm hand on your ass, but there's no space to turn around, so you have no choice but to let whoever it is continue. And continue he does, greedily squeezing and rubbing your shapely ass, covered as it is, groping you like his property, inadvertently shoving you harder against the tiger in front, who is now rather blatantly intentionally grinding against you. His pants are so tight that your bulge stays rather nicely in the groove of his crack, sliding up and down, the pleasurable sensations gradually building and building. It's just dry humping, but all the other sensations add up to what feels like some sort of an erotic trance. The bass pulsating through your body, everyone around you swaying to the music just like yourself, the physical closeness to everyone and the rich potpourri of demonic musk... Each is difficult to resist alone, but together, it's like a hedonistic tidal wave carrying you out to sea.
You can't even see whoever's fondling you. That's what really turns you on, the idea of just being another hole for all these rutting males to fill. Anonymous sex with demons can't be a good idea, but the idea is utterly seductive, and so you keep dancing, working up a sheen of sweat that glistens in the sweeping beams of light.
<<link [[It's only a matter of time before one of them takes the opportunity...|The orgy]]>><</link>>You're lost in the moment. Carpe noctem, as they say. Everything just feels so hot and perfect. This is exactly where you belong, dancing all night long with all these lusty, sexy demons, letting go of all the worries and anxieties plaguing your mind. You take off the medallion so you can press your whole body against the tiger in front of you, and it falls somewhere on the floor, lost underneat hundreds of dancing demons.
Suddenly you feel another pair of hands stroking your side, even as the first reaches around your waist and quickly unbuttons your pants. They quickly fall around your ankles, but you don't mind it so much; everyone else around you is already half-naked, and the whole scene has you feeling sexy. Aroused enough to enjoy knowing that your barely-covered rear probably has several cocks stirring to life, eager to plunge into your inviting body and rut until they plant their seed deep within you.
You feel a finger prodding at your underwear, between those plump cheeks of yours. Someone cupping your balls and hefting them, rolling them gently between his fingers, as if they're appraising you, like you're some slut here for anyone to touch. The strangest thing about it all is that you don't really mind, not even when your underwear's suddenly pulled off. Instead, you push your ass out eagerly, grinding against those groping, demonic hands. Rather than just hands, though, your rear bumps against something much hotter and firmer, something designed to spread you open and breed you. It's all rather exhilarating, and you know that you'll probably get filled by half the patrons here if you don't do anything to stop them. With any luck, you'll get to dump your load into one or two of them too, like this tiger in front of you, who's already working on getting those tight leather pants off. His tail brushes across your nose and soon enough you're feeling his soft, seductive fur against your turgid length.
You do what comes naturally, letting your instincts guide you in positioning your cock against his freely offered hole, without ever pausing your dance. Suddenly, something wet slips inside you, and you gasp, shoved forward and caught by the tiger's heavy frame, your cockhead popping through his sphincter with little resistance. Your arms automatically wrap around his waist and you thrust again, sinking deeper, utterly lost in the sensation of his warm, eager body wrapped around you. The finger inside you curls, pushing against your prostate, and you merely close your eyes as warm tingles spread through you, completely uncaring about who might be watching. When the stranger behind you seems satisfied that you're relaxed enough, the finger withdraws and after a moment of emptiness, you feel something much larger pressing against your pucker, demanding to be let in.
You take a deep breath and push back against him, and an inch or so slips inside you, the tapered tip of whoever's maleness that is making it easy. All three of you groan in unison, and you don't even feel any pain. Soon, you're all rutting against each other, with you in the middle being in seventh heaven, both having a tight ass milking at your cock while being filled with a much bigger, demonic one. You've covered in sweat, and so are they, as their bodies rub against you. From the corner of your eye you see several more of the infernal beasts with their cocks out, eyeing you hungrily as they stroke themselves. Some are knotted like dogs, others barbed like cats, and there are more shapes and forms than you even recognize. You drool into the tiger's fur as you imagine taking all of them, letting each and every one fill you with their wonderful, thick loads.
With all of you so overexcited and more than willing to go several rounds, it doesn't take long before you shudder, your balls tightening and then erupting into the tiger's rear in thick ropes of cum. He purrs in approval, gyrating his rear around your erection to prolong your orgasm as far as possible. Even as you're in the throes of your convulsive release, the stranger behind you hilts himself into you, grunts, and throbs. You feel the heat of his virility blossom in your belly, and you moan as he seeds you, squeezing down around his base.
Soon enough, he's done, and there's nothing romantic about it. He treats you like the breeding toy you present yourself as. He withdraws, wipes his cummy cock on your ass, and leaves you dripping lewdly with his load. Another unknown male takes his place and quickly slides his length into your sloppy fuckhole, grunting and growling as he thrusts. The tiger inside you never even lets you wilt, instead massaging your cock with his inner muscles until you're fully hard again. You've heard of cats always going like dozens of times in a row, and even the demonic ones don't seem to be an exception.
Everything blurs together as you're bred by what feels like every male on the dancefloor in a blissful, heated mating frenzy. Cock after cock plunges into your gaping hole, rutting until they spill inside you, and you love every second of it. When your cocksleeve tiger has had enough, an otter takes his place. Several of the demons paw themselves off next to you, their hot loads splattering all over your body, and by the end of then night you're completely full of and covered in their tainted, sulphurous cum.
<<link [[With that much felfire seeping into your body, it's only a matter of time before your form warps into a demonic one as well.|Orgy aftermath]]>><</link>>
You're so cum-drunk that you end up passing out at some point in the small hours, giving the corruption plenty of time to seep into your body while you're dreaming of fucking and being fucked, of heated, animalistic mating, all night.
The amount of the taint you've taken into yourself is so enormous that it corrodes away most of your human thoughts, and by the time you wake up, your thoughts are as focused on the pursuit of lust as your body is. It's an overwhelming itchy tide of intense eroticism, impossible to resist, and it grows within you even as you stagger to the nearest bathroom, passing several demons on the way. They all grin knowingly. It probably isn't the first time they've seen it.
Immediately upon entering the bathroom you collapse onto the dirty floor. It's cold and smells like detergent, with a faint whiff of cum. Your muscles spasm, and for a moment you're afraid you're going to have a seizure, but you manage to roll onto your back and stare at the mirrored ceiling. Who on earth has a mirror ceiling in a bathroom? Lust demons, that's who. The corruption saps our strength as it saps your mind, leaving you limp and unsure of who you even are anymore. Yet, you can't close your minds, staring at your naked reflection. It's a bizarre sensation. Somehow, the nausea in the pit of your stomach gives way to arousal, and you find yourself attracted even to your own naked, cum-covered and filthy body. An all-encompassing, burning lustiness, and it builds and builds until it erupts through every pore of your body in a wave of brilliant orange fur.
It's an entrancing sight, and you're hard as rock already, squirming on the dirty floor and relishing in the sensual softness spreading across every inch of your body. Fiery orange everywhere but your chin and belly, where the growing fluffy fur instead stays white as snow. Almost innocent. There's a twinge of panic as you see that your cock appears to be shrinking, but it only takes you a moment to realize that it's merely merging with the skin of your belly, the foreskin forming a fuzzy sheath while your pride and joy inside it warps into a more vulpine shape, tapered and knotted, before swelling lewdly once again, standing in beautiful contrast against your white belly.
The fur on your forearms and legs darkens, forming the typical vulpine sock patterns. An intense pressure builds in your skull, your sinuses feeling as if you have the cold of the century, and then your face stretches into a slender, sexy muzzle, which quickly falls open in a breathless gasp as the pressure is relieved. Your ears sharpen into pointed, swivelling and picking up sounds you didn't even know existed before, from people walking on another floor of the club to the white noise of water running through the pipes. Smells grow more intense as your nose becomes big and black replacing what remains of your human one on top of your fantastic new muzzle. And you realize you smell like a total slut, the musk of dozens of horny males clinging to every part of yourself like a sexual miasma. Your cock throbs in response, stretching as the transformation concludes. This is exactly how you want to smell all the time.
Well, it would be brilliant, if it weren't for being tangled, matted, and messy with countless loads splattered across it, sticking to it even after the transformation. But being so filthy feels like the proper look for you, and you find yourself licking your lips as you admire your new body in the mirror. You're a fox, now. A lust demon, your beautiful vulpine cock seemingly always hard and ready for fun, your ass wonderfully soft and squeezable, hole tight but flexible enough to take any cock you're given. From just above your rear a bushy orange tail sticks out, swaying along with your hips as you walk, everything you do having a sensual, seductive edge.
You never return to your human life, and in fact, barely remember any of it. As far as you've concerned, this is just where you belong, mindlessly indulging in every pleasure you can think of, a lusty haze of constant mating and corrupting curious humans. Although officials come look for you, they never find anyone matching their descriptions, only the demons who live in that enclave.
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