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"writing": "[b][u][center]Hurled Through Hell\nChapter 3\nFor Damiekinz\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nBerith touched him again, and the badger’s consciousness flickered right out of his skull. For a moment, he floated, and in that moment, time lost all meaning. It might as well have been an eternity, because there was an eternity of consciousnesses available spread out before him. \n\nEoghann felt them. Heard them. Was them. \n\nIn the forest of the Circle of Curiosity were hundreds, thousands, millions of souls, gathered throughout time, and in that moment, as he floated among the leaves out of his skull, he was among them. He was part of them. He was one of them and all of them and any of them all at once. He could feel the minds and hearts and bodies of every single other victim of Berith shivering and panting and – \n\nAnd among them the demons, the naga’s powerful servants, were at work, and he was part of them, too. Part of the forest, part of the prisoners in the realm, and part of those that kept them there. \n\nHe was them. \n\nThey were him. \n\nHe was – \n\n#\n\n[i]She was getting fucked and she loved it. \n\n“Ah…ah…ah!”\n\nThe rabbit moaned, her eyes rolling back as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her bountiful ass cheeks rippled as coils dragged her down against a pair of cocks, each one slamming up to the hilt in her pussy and her asshole at the same time. \n\nIn, out, in, out, her breath coming in short gasps as the naga gripped her around the middle with his tail. She stared through slitted eyes at him, seeing the amusement in his expression and not caring even a bit. The pleasure of getting fucked was too good; she no longer cared if he looked down on her.[/i]\n\nEoghann would have gasped if he could, but there was no more of him. There was only her. There was no badger body, no dick of his own, no slight chub or the presence of a prostate. There was only the feeling of the dicks in a hole that he had never had and one that was never made to feel this – \n\n[i]GOOD! She screamed as she came on the cocks again, her arms spasming and her head jerking back. The feeling of her ears tickling the back of her neck as she was filled to the brim by the thick cocks that had become her addiction only added to the pleasure. The spasming, the clenching, it was like the best thing that she had ever had. \n\nThe memory of other orgasms failed her. Nothing could have been as good as this one, and – \n\nThen she forgot. Forgot the pleasure, forgot the bliss. There was only the need for the next orgasm, and she whimpered, squirming, her hips grinding down on the naga’s coils. She looked up at him, panting, her mouth hanging open as she struggled to find the words. \n\n“Does the dumb little bunny need another dicking?” the naga demon hissed. \n\nShe nodded.[/i]\n\nEoghann could feel himself nodding with her. He blinked –\n\n[i]YES! Another thrust. The first, the best thrust ever, and she was back to feeling right with the world. Her pussy was so wet, her ass slippery and soaked with the backwash of her pussy and the plentiful pre-cum of the naga inside of her. His powerful coils ground right up against her, rubbing against her clit and splitting her ass cheeks wide open every time that he buried his cocks inside of her. \n\nMore. \n\nMore. \n\nMore. \n\nShe could not, would not stop cumming, and the double-dicks were the only thing that could get her off anymore. There was no need to go anywhere else, she didn’t have to be anywhere else. This – this was the best thing in the world. Held, squeezed, filled to the brim, lost in perpetual pleasure, waiting for her first orgasm –[/i]\n\n#\n\nEoghann wheezed, barely able to get a breath. He felt his cock again, briefly, feeling it inside of Berith’s pussy, getting milked, getting teased. \n\nForgetting. The rabbit girl had been built up to the best orgasms of her life, and then made to forget them. Every orgasm was the first one, and every orgasm was that much more potent as a result. There was never anything else to compare it to, never any expectation of what it was supposed to feel like. \n\nThe best first time. Over, and over, and over again. \n\nBerith hissed in his ear, and he was gone again. \n\n#\n\n[i]Pop, pop, pop. \n\nThe familiar sound of knot-fucking filled his ears, and the anthro cobra chuckled as he kept thrusting away. He rested one hand on the mortal bull’s ass cheeks, the other pulling on a leash to keep the bull from pulling any further forward than he was allowed.[/i]\n\nThe badger huffed, groaning. For a moment, his oversensitivity was there, but it faded, replaced by the pure pleasure of the knot-clench. \n\n[i]Pop, pop, pop. The constant in-and-out of the knot, the way that the hole puffed out whenever he popped it back and forth, the way that the bull moaned to take it: it all added up to more chuckling pleasure deep down in his throat. \n\n“Little bitch. Can’t get off without a knot, can you?”\n\n“Nnngh…no sir…”\n\n“Little knot-bitch, aren’t you?”\n\n“Yes, sir, I’m a knot-bitch. Your knot-bitch. Please – nnngh!”\n\nThe donut-hole kept shifting in shape. Whenever he thrust in, the hole bent forward, sinking in, almost looking like a ‘normal’ asshole, but whenever he pulled back, the sheer puffiness of that raised rim was impossible to miss. It throbbed, swollen and beautiful, but never falling into total ruin. \n\nThat was the pleasure of knot-fucking. It polished donuts like this, making them all the more potent, all the more visible, and that made them all the better for this. \n\nIn, out, in, out, the knot-popping sound getting louder and louder. The bull was bent over, on all fours, giving up. The snake knew that the bull had been a powerful, upright man in life, some sort of priest that had been eager to talk about the virtues of self-control, but here? Here, he was nothing. Here, he would become a cum-brained, knot-obsessed toy. \n\nMaybe he already was one.\n\nSMACK! A cracking blow across the cheeks, leaving them rippling and sucking the snake’s cock in deeper.[/i]\n\nEoghann could barely breathe. He’d never had a knot, but now, he wished he had. The constant sucking, the feeling of it getting squeezed when it was so fucking sensitive, the way that it was just popping and ruining that hole – \n\nHow would it have felt to get fucked by that cock? How would it feel to get ruined by a knot? To be a knot-bitch?\n\n[i]The snake leaned over, pulling on the collar directly. The bull moaned, his eyes rolling back, his mouth hanging open. \n\n“Push back. Fuck yourself on it, slut.”\n\n“Nnngh, yes, yes-sir. Gimme that knot…gimme that –”\n\nPOP!\n\nPOP!\n\nPOP!\n\n“Nnnngh!”\n\nThe bull came, and he came hard as he rode the knot, and the snake groaned in pleasure as he got off to the feeling of the bull squeezing down on it. Half-in, half-out, it was ‘trapped’ at the point of pushing that donut as wide as it would go –[/i]\n\nThe badger moaned, whimpering, the pleasure indescribable compared to the times that he had teased himself. There was nowhere on his dick as pleasurable as that knot was right then. He wanted a knot, wanted to live with one, to see what it was like, to – to – \n\nCum. \n\n[i]Cum.[/i]\n\n#\n\nHe slumped again, his head between the naga’s breasts. Cumming again, balls aching, eyes rolling back. Struggling to catch his breath, he was barely able to look up at her once more. The naga Archfiend chuckled. \n\n“Another good experience, hmm?”\n\n“Nnngh…I…He…”\n\n“Another.”\n\n#\n\n[i]On her back. \n\nOn her back, and getting fucked, and getting sucked, and getting coiled, and – \n\n“Nnnngh…ah…ah…”\n\nAnd pregnant.[/i]\n\nPregnant. \n\nEoghann’s head spun as he tried to understand how different that was, how he wasn’t supposed to be – \n\n[i]Pregnant and leaking, dripping from her breasts. The black bear moaned as she was filled by the powerful naga again, both his dicks in her ass, the stretch burning through her, but in a good way. It was different to the pleasures that she’d felt before, and the feeling of being bred and filled already, using her body while she should have been a good mother, resting, but no longer able to ignore her needs – \n\n“Mmmph…gods…”\n\n“No gods for you, only demons,” the naga demon whispered in her ear. \n\nHer pussy clenched on nothing, squeezed on emptiness, while her ass clenched down on the two snake dicks that were buried almost coil-deep inside of her. \n\nShe was a ruined woman. She had been bred by a demon –[/i]\n\nThe badger’s soul shivered with the shameful pleasure that the idea brought with it. Fallen so far as to be bred by a demon. Not a mortal, not a beast, not a cheating asshole, but by a demon. There would be no coming back from that, and his hole – not his cock, but his hole – throbbed at the thought of falling that far and being exposed. \n\n[i]In her, deep inside of her, and the naga’s hands against her breasts. He was all around her, but she was on her back, and she was staring up at him as he squeezed her tits. His scaly fingers wrapped around the heavy things, and his thumbs flicked over her nipples again and again, forcing them to leak, forcing them to dribble all over her stomach and her chest. The little white strings of fluid were warm and just a trifle sour. \n\nShe moaned again as he leaned down, his scaly lips wrapping around one of her nipples. She felt his fangs, a fearful warning of what he could do to her if he chose, then – \n\n“AH!”\n\nShe arched her back against his coils, her legs spreading further and somehow tightening herself more around his cocks. He sucked the milk right from her tit, pulling it out and swallowing it before sucking again –[/i]\n\nThere was such pleasure in that, and Eoghann was dragged along through it. No matter the differences between them, no matter the fact that he could never get pregnant, in that moment, he was her. He was her, with swollen belly and leaking breasts and an asshole filled with two demon cocks and – \n\n“Ah!”\n\n[i]“Ah!”\n\nShe moaned as the pair of dicks pulled out, her hole gaping, the air caressing her rim and reminding her how stretched she was. Even birthing might not be so bad as that, the bear thought, a blush in her cheeks. \n\nThen they were inside of her again, and the naga swapped to her other breast, sucking on that nipple, teasing her, driving her back down into the depths of pleasure. \n\n“You love it, breeding girl.”\n\nThe head…the head at her tit…it hadn’t spoken, but the other one had.[/i]\n\nOther head. \n\nHe wasn’t there. \n\nHe couldn’t see. \n\nBut he was there. \n\nHe could see. \n\nHe could hear. \n\n[i]She had always known that there were two heads, one for each tit, most of the time, but sometimes with one to speak while the other tormented. The bear arched her back again, huffing as the second head came down to feed, and feed it did.[/i]\n\n#\n\nBack again. \n\nNo breasts. \n\nNo belly. \n\nJust cock and balls and ass and cum and cum and cum – \n\n“Such wonderful pleasure, isn’t it?” Berith whispered. \n\nEoghann couldn’t get a word out. The constant spasming, clenching, milking pressure around his cock was pushing him to new heights of hyper-sensitivity, and his mind was clouded, empty, shivering as he felt the memories of the rabbit, the snake, the bear rippling through him. They were all as real as he was, and he was starting to lose – \n\n“Let’s have a little more…”\n\n#\n\n[i]“Oh, FUCK!”\n\nThe weight of the other ‘taur on top of her was something else. The mare grunted, her long legs holding her, supporting her, but the weight of the iguana ‘taur on her back was something else, pinning her, keeping her from moving as his massive dick slid into her pussy. \n\nIt was big. \n\nIt was beyond big. \n\nIt was going to break her – \n\n“Take it, girl,” the demon ‘taur on her back whispered, his tongue flicking by her ear. “Take it and get bred like a good little mare…”\n\nShe shivered, and yet, her pussy clenched around his cock, taking it deeper, feeling it filling her to the brim with each successive inch. It was almost like it was hollowing her out, making her stretch to take something that her body had never been designed to hold, and yet, yet it felt amazing.[/i]\n\nAnother pussy, another shimmer and shiver of pleasure that was never supposed to be there. Eoghann tried to remember if he had ever had a cock, or if he was imagining it, if there was just the sense of something that should be there from the other memories – \n\n[i]In. \n\nIn. \n\nIn. \n\nThat first thrust seemed to go on forever, burying that cock further and further inside of her as her mouth hung open in shock. She kept trying to catch her breath as the reptilian ‘taur’s arms wrapped around her upper half, making it impossible to wriggle free. \n\n“Your body knows what it wants,” the demon whispered in her ear. “You are a breeding girl. You are going to get bred…and you already love it…”\n\n“Nnngh…ah…”\n\n“Your body knows what it needs…and you can’t pretend anymore…not down here…”\n\nAlways curious, always needy. She had never dared say anything in the world above, always stifling her curiosities, always being a good girl. But here – \n\n“Ah!”\n\nA final buck lodged that shaft deep inside of her lower body, her four-legged half barely feeling like it could hold the whole thing. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open as she felt the head moving, pulling back, grinding forward, moving in six or eight inch chunks. It was impossible for the other ‘taur to pull out all the way now; buried so deep with so many inches of cock inside of her, he could only move the head around, tickling her depths with it and slowly pushing her closer and closer toward an unwilling orgasm. \n\n“Unwilling, hmm? Not from what I feel…”[/i]\n\nDizzying. Eoghann was the mare, but wasn’t he himself? Wasn’t there something else – \n\nNo, that something else wasn’t getting fucked like this. That cock was in his pussy – her pussy? Inside of him? Inside of her? \n\n[i]Squelch. \n\nThrust. \n\nSquelch. \n\nThrust. \n\nThere was so much pre-cum and so much of her own juices falling out that there was a waterfall between their hind legs, and it only got more and more slippery the more that he worked himself in. She could feel her pleasure rising, her need getting stronger and stronger the more that he made it clear that she couldn’t escape. \n\nShe couldn’t get away, she couldn’t stop him. \n\nIt wasn’t her fault. She…she…\n\nThe ‘taur mare came, and she came hard. Her fluttering pussy clenched around his shaft, her entire sex all the way up to her womb clenching and milking him for all he had. She stomped a hind-hoof as her entire body seized up – \n\n“Mmmmmm, yes…”\n\nHe moaned in her ear, and the shivers of pleasure that brought with it were humiliating enough to push her over the edge a second time. She squeezed on him, forcing some of his seed out with the spasms of pleasure…but not enough. Not enough to stop the rest of it from shooting into her womb and taking hold…[/i]\n\n#\n\nWhat was his name? Was he even a he, or was he a she that happened to have a cock down there? \n\nThe badger rolled his head back from the naga’s breasts, staring up into her eyes. The Archfiend chuckled, shaking her head. \n\n“Oh, you’re loving it now, aren’t you? So far into it…feeling everything…you can’t stop, can you?”\n\nHe shook his head. \n\n“Good…again…”\n\n#\n\n[i]He was he, and he had a pussy. That pussy was currently getting spread wider than anything that should have fit in there. \n\n“NNNNNNNNNGH!”\n\nThe kobold arched his back, his hands tied at the small of his back so that he couldn’t touch himself, so he couldn’t rub his pussy and get it wetter for the egg that was already trying to escape. He thrust his hips forward, but all that did was make the heavy egg inside drop further and –\n\n“Ahhhhh! Nnnngh! Out, out, out!”\n\nAnd yet, despite his screams, he was almost cumming already. It was getting bigger, bigger, bigger, the pleasure of the egg driving him to the very edge of madness. Tears and drool alike ran down his face, pleasure burning out almost all thoughts. He looked down between his legs, looked at the way that the egg was already bulging out his pussy lips as he was made to squat down, and – \n\nAnd the whiteness of the shell pushed forward, wider than any dog’s knot, wider than any Hellhound’s cock. It was big enough to make his hips throb as it pushed down, and his legs had to spread wider, wider, and wider still to accommodate the sheer girth of the massive thing. He could barely breathe, but that was fine. \n\nIt didn’t hurt.[/i]\n\nIt doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt. He could hardly believe that it didn’t hurt, but it didn’t. It just made his pussy feel good. \n\nSo good. \n\nSo wet. \n\nSo eager. \n\n[i]The kobold rolled his hips despite himself. The lack of pain didn’t preclude a lack of desperation as the egg kept rolling down his pussy, coming down from his womb and spreading his sex wider, wider, and wider still. He could have fit two hands in there with how much of the egg was already showing, and it still wasn’t even as its widest part. \n\nThe kobold whimpered, rolling his hips, trying to bear down and push it out, but with his arms tied behind his back, he couldn’t do anything to get it out. He would have pushed on his belly if he could, tried to grind it down and out, used that pregnant bulge for leverage, but there was nothing he could – \n\n“NNNNNNNNNGAGAGAGAGAGA!”\n\nThe gibberish that flew from his mouth made no sense, and it wasn’t meant to. It was the sound of someone going crazy with the stretching and loving it, the tones of pleasure and happiness and giggling hysteria growing louder and louder. \n\nWet. \n\nSo wet. \n\nThighs soaked, pussy puffy, the kobold kept pushing down, feeling the egg stretching him further, further, and further still. His thighs were so far apart that it ached to hold them there, but the egg was so large that he couldn’t close them. It had him gaped wider than…wider then…\n\nHe couldn’t remember what creature of the Circle of Curiosity had bred him. He’d always wondered what it would have been like to be the brood ‘mother’ of a dragon’s clutch, and this…\n\nThis was as big…as big as a dragon’s egg, and then some. \n\nWheezing. Huffing. Struggling. Straining. The egg kept coming, pushing down, almost at the halfway point, but – \n\nThe kobold slipped on his own juices, falling down. He landed flat on his ass, legs in the air, and the egg almost slurped back into him from the fall. The only thing that stopped it were his own muscles.[/i]\n\nNo, no, no losing the egg. Egg had to come out. Egg had to come out! So close to –\n\n[i]Close to cumming, close to cumming!\n\nIn desperation, he brought his legs up and used his thighs and knees against the edges of the pregnancy bulge in his belly. It pushed the egg down further, further, further, and the pleasure screaming got louder and louder as the egg started to push out again. More, more, more, his juices spilling out around it, a puddle forming between his legs as the pressure grew, and his mouth hung open as he moaned and cried for more. \n\nA little bit more. \n\nA little bit more. \n\nA little bit – \n\nPOP![/i]\n\nHe screamed. \n\n[i]The kobold screamed.[/i]\n\nHe came.\n\n[i]The kobold rode the crest of a wave of orgasms, rolling through more and more pleasure as the endless need was finally released. The gape that was left behind was more than anything he had ever experienced – he thought – but he couldn’t wait to see what an even bigger egg would do…[/i]\n\n#\n\nScaly arms around him. \n\nPressure on his back. \n\nWarmth around his middle. \n\nHe looked up, bleary-eyed, meeting the Archfiend’s eyes. He could not remember himself, not more than the he, but he could remember her. He knew that Berith was doing something, but not what. \n\nThe Archfiend chuckled, stroking a finger along his cheek as her tail worked down his back and between his legs. The pointed end of the tail traced little lines through the fur on his thighs as they stared into one another’s eyes. \n\n“Mmmm, you are enjoying yourself greatly,” she whispered, smiling to herself. “So far, so good. But let’s not get too ahead of ourselves; we still have seven years of this before you can leave…”\n\nHe moaned with a soft ‘gluk’ in his voice as the tail pushed between his cheeks, finding his prostate and rubbing out one more orgasm through his cock. He squelched against her as she dropped him into the endless experiences of the Circle of Curiosity once more. \n\n#\n\n[i]Seven Years Later…[/i]\n\nThe badger’s only link to himself was his species, and it was barely holding out any longer. He didn’t think that he could remember his name anymore, or whether he was even a he. There were too many different experiences burned into his brain, too many different ways of living to know for sure which was real and which was not. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nAlways someone else, always flitting from body to body, mind to mind, life to life. What was the badger? Himself? Or one more body that he had experienced over the last seven years? The pleasures, the wonders, the weirdness, the strangeness, the bliss: it all came back to him again and again, reminding him of what it meant to be lost in the world of others’ experiences. He wanted to fall. He wanted to swim among them again, to find something new, to feel something different, to – \n\nCold, then warm. \n\nThen emptiness. \n\nThen realization. \n\nEoghann gasped as he felt himself. Himself, the slight wobble in his hips and belly, the cock between his legs, the memories of what he, he, [i]he[/i] had done, and not someone else. The clarity returned as memories faded, weakening before disappearing completely, and he – \n\nHe was in the water. No, he was in a river, and that river was pulling those memories away from him. \n\nIt was the River Lethe, he realized, the great river of the under-planes which carried existence and memory in its currents. The only thing that kept him from getting swept away with it were the coils around his ankles, holding him tight and dipping him into it just enough to be kept alive. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nHe hung from the coils, the end of the tail turning him around to face Berith again. The naga was once more male, the breasts from before gone, and he looked down at Eoghann with a small smirk on his face. \n\n“I see you’re with us again. It was quite the treat, watching you fall so far. I imagine that next time, you’ll get even closer to that razor edge of losing it all.”\n\n“…How…”\n\n“If you were only mine, I’d have such fun bringing you to that edge and seeing if we could push it further next time, but I can’t simply ruin you for the others. The rest of the Archfiends are waiting for their turn with you, but I’ll see you again in forty-two years.”\n\nForty-two years. The cycle of forty-nine years. A shiver ran down his spine as the emerald naga lowered him again, putting him into a boat that he hadn’t seen when he had first been pulled from the Lethe. \n\n“Go. The Circle of Indulgence awaits.”\n\nAnd the boat followed the Archfiend’s orders, not even waiting for Eoghann to get his feet under him. It left the riverbank and floated down the waters, and bit by bit, the great Archfiend of Curiosity faded from sight. \n\nThe badger couldn’t help but embrace himself, hugging himself tightly around the chest. He had come painfully close to losing himself completely to the experiences of everyone else, and the only thing that had saved him had been the Archfiends agreeing to share him properly among each other. \n\n[i]If I had been only Berith’s pact-bound soul…[/i]\n\nHe didn’t want to think about how much the naga would have pushed him to his limits, over and over and over again. Even now, he could remember enough of the other souls’ experiences in the Circle of Curiosity to know that there’d be something else waiting for him there, something that would pull on his own curiosity from life and the things that he had never done for himself before. \n\nIt would be amazing. \n\nAnd he would forget again. \n\nFighting the shivers running down his spine, he turned his attention to the landscape that was even now changing around him. The constant swell and rush of the forest was fading away as the river carried him further from the Circle of Curiosity and closer and closer to the Circle of Indulgence. The green and orange skies were turning to something closer to teal, and soon became a true teal. \n\nRounding several bends, the forest gave way to plains, then lush farmland. Other demons worked the land, tilling it alongside souls that had been sent here, or claimed by Astaroth himself. The whole way, Eoghann sat in the back of the boat, just watching the land shift before him. \n\nEventually, another dock came in view. Standing on the end of it was the familiar shape of the great boar, Astaroth, and the orange-furred male smiled as the boat came closer and closer. His neon-orange coloration seemed to shimmer to the badger’s eye, and he wondered just what sort of ‘indulgences’ would await him in this new realm. \n\nThe boat tapped against the dock, and the boar nodded at him with surprising civility and greeting. Eoghann pulled himself free, wobbling as he stepped naked onto the dock, and the boar chuckled. \n\n“Good to see that the naga left you as fulsome as you were before.”\n\n“…Are you calling me fat?” the badger asked. \n\n“Not yet.”\n\n“…I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”\n\n“This is the Circle of Indulgence, Eoghann,” the boar said, gesturing around with both arms. “This is the place to enjoy yourself…one way, or another.”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Eoghann is put through a minor hell of other people’s experiences, and suffers a bit of a breakdown. \n\nTags: M/solo, M/F, F/solo, M/M, Body Hopping, Different Experiences, Vaginal, Gender Confusion, Anal, Knot Fucking, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Egg, Egg Laying, Kobold, Various Species, Who Am I, Series, Hell, Demon, Naga, Badger, ",
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Hurled Through Hell Chapter 3 For Damiekinz By Draconicon
Berith touched him again, and the badger’s consciousness flickered right out of his skull. For a moment, he floated, and in that moment, time lost all meaning. It might as well have been an eternity, because there was an eternity of consciousnesses available spread out before him.
Eoghann felt them. Heard them. Was them.
In the forest of the Circle of Curiosity were hundreds, thousands, millions of souls, gathered throughout time, and in that moment, as he floated among the leaves out of his skull, he was among them. He was part of them. He was one of them and all of them and any of them all at once. He could feel the minds and hearts and bodies of every single other victim of Berith shivering and panting and –
And among them the demons, the naga’s powerful servants, were at work, and he was part of them, too. Part of the forest, part of the prisoners in the realm, and part of those that kept them there.
He was them.
They were him.
He was –
#
She was getting fucked and she loved it.
“Ah…ah…ah!”
The rabbit moaned, her eyes rolling back as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her bountiful ass cheeks rippled as coils dragged her down against a pair of cocks, each one slamming up to the hilt in her pussy and her asshole at the same time.
In, out, in, out, her breath coming in short gasps as the naga gripped her around the middle with his tail. She stared through slitted eyes at him, seeing the amusement in his expression and not caring even a bit. The pleasure of getting fucked was too good; she no longer cared if he looked down on her.
Eoghann would have gasped if he could, but there was no more of him. There was only her. There was no badger body, no dick of his own, no slight chub or the presence of a prostate. There was only the feeling of the dicks in a hole that he had never had and one that was never made to feel this –
GOOD! She screamed as she came on the cocks again, her arms spasming and her head jerking back. The feeling of her ears tickling the back of her neck as she was filled to the brim by the thick cocks that had become her addiction only added to the pleasure. The spasming, the clenching, it was like the best thing that she had ever had.
The memory of other orgasms failed her. Nothing could have been as good as this one, and –
Then she forgot. Forgot the pleasure, forgot the bliss. There was only the need for the next orgasm, and she whimpered, squirming, her hips grinding down on the naga’s coils. She looked up at him, panting, her mouth hanging open as she struggled to find the words.
“Does the dumb little bunny need another dicking?” the naga demon hissed.
She nodded.
Eoghann could feel himself nodding with her. He blinked –
YES! Another thrust. The first, the best thrust ever, and she was back to feeling right with the world. Her pussy was so wet, her ass slippery and soaked with the backwash of her pussy and the plentiful pre-cum of the naga inside of her. His powerful coils ground right up against her, rubbing against her clit and splitting her ass cheeks wide open every time that he buried his cocks inside of her.
More.
More.
More.
She could not, would not stop cumming, and the double-dicks were the only thing that could get her off anymore. There was no need to go anywhere else, she didn’t have to be anywhere else. This – this was the best thing in the world. Held, squeezed, filled to the brim, lost in perpetual pleasure, waiting for her first orgasm –
#
Eoghann wheezed, barely able to get a breath. He felt his cock again, briefly, feeling it inside of Berith’s pussy, getting milked, getting teased.
Forgetting. The rabbit girl had been built up to the best orgasms of her life, and then made to forget them. Every orgasm was the first one, and every orgasm was that much more potent as a result. There was never anything else to compare it to, never any expectation of what it was supposed to feel like.
The best first time. Over, and over, and over again.
Berith hissed in his ear, and he was gone again.
#
Pop, pop, pop.
The familiar sound of knot-fucking filled his ears, and the anthro cobra chuckled as he kept thrusting away. He rested one hand on the mortal bull’s ass cheeks, the other pulling on a leash to keep the bull from pulling any further forward than he was allowed.
The badger huffed, groaning. For a moment, his oversensitivity was there, but it faded, replaced by the pure pleasure of the knot-clench.
Pop, pop, pop. The constant in-and-out of the knot, the way that the hole puffed out whenever he popped it back and forth, the way that the bull moaned to take it: it all added up to more chuckling pleasure deep down in his throat.
“Little bitch. Can’t get off without a knot, can you?”
“Nnngh…no sir…”
“Little knot-bitch, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir, I’m a knot-bitch. Your knot-bitch. Please – nnngh!”
The donut-hole kept shifting in shape. Whenever he thrust in, the hole bent forward, sinking in, almost looking like a ‘normal’ asshole, but whenever he pulled back, the sheer puffiness of that raised rim was impossible to miss. It throbbed, swollen and beautiful, but never falling into total ruin.
That was the pleasure of knot-fucking. It polished donuts like this, making them all the more potent, all the more visible, and that made them all the better for this.
In, out, in, out, the knot-popping sound getting louder and louder. The bull was bent over, on all fours, giving up. The snake knew that the bull had been a powerful, upright man in life, some sort of priest that had been eager to talk about the virtues of self-control, but here? Here, he was nothing. Here, he would become a cum-brained, knot-obsessed toy.
Maybe he already was one.
SMACK! A cracking blow across the cheeks, leaving them rippling and sucking the snake’s cock in deeper.
Eoghann could barely breathe. He’d never had a knot, but now, he wished he had. The constant sucking, the feeling of it getting squeezed when it was so fucking sensitive, the way that it was just popping and ruining that hole –
How would it have felt to get fucked by that cock? How would it feel to get ruined by a knot? To be a knot-bitch?
The snake leaned over, pulling on the collar directly. The bull moaned, his eyes rolling back, his mouth hanging open.
“Push back. Fuck yourself on it, slut.”
“Nnngh, yes, yes-sir. Gimme that knot…gimme that –”
POP!
POP!
POP!
“Nnnngh!”
The bull came, and he came hard as he rode the knot, and the snake groaned in pleasure as he got off to the feeling of the bull squeezing down on it. Half-in, half-out, it was ‘trapped’ at the point of pushing that donut as wide as it would go –
The badger moaned, whimpering, the pleasure indescribable compared to the times that he had teased himself. There was nowhere on his dick as pleasurable as that knot was right then. He wanted a knot, wanted to live with one, to see what it was like, to – to –
Cum.
Cum.
#
He slumped again, his head between the naga’s breasts. Cumming again, balls aching, eyes rolling back. Struggling to catch his breath, he was barely able to look up at her once more. The naga Archfiend chuckled.
“Another good experience, hmm?”
“Nnngh…I…He…”
“Another.”
#
On her back.
On her back, and getting fucked, and getting sucked, and getting coiled, and –
“Nnnngh…ah…ah…”
And pregnant.
Pregnant.
Eoghann’s head spun as he tried to understand how different that was, how he wasn’t supposed to be –
Pregnant and leaking, dripping from her breasts. The black bear moaned as she was filled by the powerful naga again, both his dicks in her ass, the stretch burning through her, but in a good way. It was different to the pleasures that she’d felt before, and the feeling of being bred and filled already, using her body while she should have been a good mother, resting, but no longer able to ignore her needs –
“Mmmph…gods…”
“No gods for you, only demons,” the naga demon whispered in her ear.
Her pussy clenched on nothing, squeezed on emptiness, while her ass clenched down on the two snake dicks that were buried almost coil-deep inside of her.
She was a ruined woman. She had been bred by a demon –
The badger’s soul shivered with the shameful pleasure that the idea brought with it. Fallen so far as to be bred by a demon. Not a mortal, not a beast, not a cheating asshole, but by a demon. There would be no coming back from that, and his hole – not his cock, but his hole – throbbed at the thought of falling that far and being exposed.
In her, deep inside of her, and the naga’s hands against her breasts. He was all around her, but she was on her back, and she was staring up at him as he squeezed her tits. His scaly fingers wrapped around the heavy things, and his thumbs flicked over her nipples again and again, forcing them to leak, forcing them to dribble all over her stomach and her chest. The little white strings of fluid were warm and just a trifle sour.
She moaned again as he leaned down, his scaly lips wrapping around one of her nipples. She felt his fangs, a fearful warning of what he could do to her if he chose, then –
“AH!”
She arched her back against his coils, her legs spreading further and somehow tightening herself more around his cocks. He sucked the milk right from her tit, pulling it out and swallowing it before sucking again –
There was such pleasure in that, and Eoghann was dragged along through it. No matter the differences between them, no matter the fact that he could never get pregnant, in that moment, he was her. He was her, with swollen belly and leaking breasts and an asshole filled with two demon cocks and –
“Ah!”
“Ah!”
She moaned as the pair of dicks pulled out, her hole gaping, the air caressing her rim and reminding her how stretched she was. Even birthing might not be so bad as that, the bear thought, a blush in her cheeks.
Then they were inside of her again, and the naga swapped to her other breast, sucking on that nipple, teasing her, driving her back down into the depths of pleasure.
“You love it, breeding girl.”
The head…the head at her tit…it hadn’t spoken, but the other one had.
Other head.
He wasn’t there.
He couldn’t see.
But he was there.
He could see.
He could hear.
She had always known that there were two heads, one for each tit, most of the time, but sometimes with one to speak while the other tormented. The bear arched her back again, huffing as the second head came down to feed, and feed it did.
#
Back again.
No breasts.
No belly.
Just cock and balls and ass and cum and cum and cum –
Eoghann couldn’t get a word out. The constant spasming, clenching, milking pressure around his cock was pushing him to new heights of hyper-sensitivity, and his mind was clouded, empty, shivering as he felt the memories of the rabbit, the snake, the bear rippling through him. They were all as real as he was, and he was starting to lose –
“Let’s have a little more…”
#
“Oh, FUCK!”
The weight of the other ‘taur on top of her was something else. The mare grunted, her long legs holding her, supporting her, but the weight of the iguana ‘taur on her back was something else, pinning her, keeping her from moving as his massive dick slid into her pussy.
It was big.
It was beyond big.
It was going to break her –
“Take it, girl,” the demon ‘taur on her back whispered, his tongue flicking by her ear. “Take it and get bred like a good little mare…”
She shivered, and yet, her pussy clenched around his cock, taking it deeper, feeling it filling her to the brim with each successive inch. It was almost like it was hollowing her out, making her stretch to take something that her body had never been designed to hold, and yet, yet it felt amazing.
Another pussy, another shimmer and shiver of pleasure that was never supposed to be there. Eoghann tried to remember if he had ever had a cock, or if he was imagining it, if there was just the sense of something that should be there from the other memories –
In.
In.
In.
That first thrust seemed to go on forever, burying that cock further and further inside of her as her mouth hung open in shock. She kept trying to catch her breath as the reptilian ‘taur’s arms wrapped around her upper half, making it impossible to wriggle free.
“Your body knows what it wants,” the demon whispered in her ear. “You are a breeding girl. You are going to get bred…and you already love it…”
“Nnngh…ah…”
“Your body knows what it needs…and you can’t pretend anymore…not down here…”
Always curious, always needy. She had never dared say anything in the world above, always stifling her curiosities, always being a good girl. But here –
“Ah!”
A final buck lodged that shaft deep inside of her lower body, her four-legged half barely feeling like it could hold the whole thing. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open as she felt the head moving, pulling back, grinding forward, moving in six or eight inch chunks. It was impossible for the other ‘taur to pull out all the way now; buried so deep with so many inches of cock inside of her, he could only move the head around, tickling her depths with it and slowly pushing her closer and closer toward an unwilling orgasm.
“Unwilling, hmm? Not from what I feel…”
Dizzying. Eoghann was the mare, but wasn’t he himself? Wasn’t there something else –
No, that something else wasn’t getting fucked like this. That cock was in his pussy – her pussy? Inside of him? Inside of her?
Squelch.
Thrust.
Squelch.
Thrust.
There was so much pre-cum and so much of her own juices falling out that there was a waterfall between their hind legs, and it only got more and more slippery the more that he worked himself in. She could feel her pleasure rising, her need getting stronger and stronger the more that he made it clear that she couldn’t escape.
She couldn’t get away, she couldn’t stop him.
It wasn’t her fault. She…she…
The ‘taur mare came, and she came hard. Her fluttering pussy clenched around his shaft, her entire sex all the way up to her womb clenching and milking him for all he had. She stomped a hind-hoof as her entire body seized up –
“Mmmmmm, yes…”
He moaned in her ear, and the shivers of pleasure that brought with it were humiliating enough to push her over the edge a second time. She squeezed on him, forcing some of his seed out with the spasms of pleasure…but not enough. Not enough to stop the rest of it from shooting into her womb and taking hold…
#
What was his name? Was he even a he, or was he a she that happened to have a cock down there?
The badger rolled his head back from the naga’s breasts, staring up into her eyes. The Archfiend chuckled, shaking her head.
“Oh, you’re loving it now, aren’t you? So far into it…feeling everything…you can’t stop, can you?”
He shook his head.
“Good…again…”
#
He was he, and he had a pussy. That pussy was currently getting spread wider than anything that should have fit in there.
“NNNNNNNNNGH!”
The kobold arched his back, his hands tied at the small of his back so that he couldn’t touch himself, so he couldn’t rub his pussy and get it wetter for the egg that was already trying to escape. He thrust his hips forward, but all that did was make the heavy egg inside drop further and –
“Ahhhhh! Nnnngh! Out, out, out!”
And yet, despite his screams, he was almost cumming already. It was getting bigger, bigger, bigger, the pleasure of the egg driving him to the very edge of madness. Tears and drool alike ran down his face, pleasure burning out almost all thoughts. He looked down between his legs, looked at the way that the egg was already bulging out his pussy lips as he was made to squat down, and –
And the whiteness of the shell pushed forward, wider than any dog’s knot, wider than any Hellhound’s cock. It was big enough to make his hips throb as it pushed down, and his legs had to spread wider, wider, and wider still to accommodate the sheer girth of the massive thing. He could barely breathe, but that was fine.
It didn’t hurt.
It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt. He could hardly believe that it didn’t hurt, but it didn’t. It just made his pussy feel good.
So good.
So wet.
So eager.
The kobold rolled his hips despite himself. The lack of pain didn’t preclude a lack of desperation as the egg kept rolling down his pussy, coming down from his womb and spreading his sex wider, wider, and wider still. He could have fit two hands in there with how much of the egg was already showing, and it still wasn’t even as its widest part.
The kobold whimpered, rolling his hips, trying to bear down and push it out, but with his arms tied behind his back, he couldn’t do anything to get it out. He would have pushed on his belly if he could, tried to grind it down and out, used that pregnant bulge for leverage, but there was nothing he could –
“NNNNNNNNNGAGAGAGAGAGA!”
The gibberish that flew from his mouth made no sense, and it wasn’t meant to. It was the sound of someone going crazy with the stretching and loving it, the tones of pleasure and happiness and giggling hysteria growing louder and louder.
Wet.
So wet.
Thighs soaked, pussy puffy, the kobold kept pushing down, feeling the egg stretching him further, further, and further still. His thighs were so far apart that it ached to hold them there, but the egg was so large that he couldn’t close them. It had him gaped wider than…wider then…
He couldn’t remember what creature of the Circle of Curiosity had bred him. He’d always wondered what it would have been like to be the brood ‘mother’ of a dragon’s clutch, and this…
This was as big…as big as a dragon’s egg, and then some.
Wheezing. Huffing. Struggling. Straining. The egg kept coming, pushing down, almost at the halfway point, but –
The kobold slipped on his own juices, falling down. He landed flat on his ass, legs in the air, and the egg almost slurped back into him from the fall. The only thing that stopped it were his own muscles.
No, no, no losing the egg. Egg had to come out. Egg had to come out! So close to –
Close to cumming, close to cumming!
In desperation, he brought his legs up and used his thighs and knees against the edges of the pregnancy bulge in his belly. It pushed the egg down further, further, further, and the pleasure screaming got louder and louder as the egg started to push out again. More, more, more, his juices spilling out around it, a puddle forming between his legs as the pressure grew, and his mouth hung open as he moaned and cried for more.
A little bit more.
A little bit more.
A little bit –
POP!
He screamed.
The kobold screamed.
He came.
The kobold rode the crest of a wave of orgasms, rolling through more and more pleasure as the endless need was finally released. The gape that was left behind was more than anything he had ever experienced – he thought – but he couldn’t wait to see what an even bigger egg would do…
#
Scaly arms around him.
Pressure on his back.
Warmth around his middle.
He looked up, bleary-eyed, meeting the Archfiend’s eyes. He could not remember himself, not more than the he, but he could remember her. He knew that Berith was doing something, but not what.
The Archfiend chuckled, stroking a finger along his cheek as her tail worked down his back and between his legs. The pointed end of the tail traced little lines through the fur on his thighs as they stared into one another’s eyes.
“Mmmm, you are enjoying yourself greatly,” she whispered, smiling to herself. “So far, so good. But let’s not get too ahead of ourselves; we still have seven years of this before you can leave…”
He moaned with a soft ‘gluk’ in his voice as the tail pushed between his cheeks, finding his prostate and rubbing out one more orgasm through his cock. He squelched against her as she dropped him into the endless experiences of the Circle of Curiosity once more.
#
Seven Years Later…
The badger’s only link to himself was his species, and it was barely holding out any longer. He didn’t think that he could remember his name anymore, or whether he was even a he. There were too many different experiences burned into his brain, too many different ways of living to know for sure which was real and which was not.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Always someone else, always flitting from body to body, mind to mind, life to life. What was the badger? Himself? Or one more body that he had experienced over the last seven years? The pleasures, the wonders, the weirdness, the strangeness, the bliss: it all came back to him again and again, reminding him of what it meant to be lost in the world of others’ experiences. He wanted to fall. He wanted to swim among them again, to find something new, to feel something different, to –
Cold, then warm.
Then emptiness.
Then realization.
Eoghann gasped as he felt himself. Himself, the slight wobble in his hips and belly, the cock between his legs, the memories of what he, he, he had done, and not someone else. The clarity returned as memories faded, weakening before disappearing completely, and he –
He was in the water. No, he was in a river, and that river was pulling those memories away from him.
It was the River Lethe, he realized, the great river of the under-planes which carried existence and memory in its currents. The only thing that kept him from getting swept away with it were the coils around his ankles, holding him tight and dipping him into it just enough to be kept alive.
In.
Out.
He hung from the coils, the end of the tail turning him around to face Berith again. The naga was once more male, the breasts from before gone, and he looked down at Eoghann with a small smirk on his face.
“I see you’re with us again. It was quite the treat, watching you fall so far. I imagine that next time, you’ll get even closer to that razor edge of losing it all.”
“…How…”
“If you were only mine, I’d have such fun bringing you to that edge and seeing if we could push it further next time, but I can’t simply ruin you for the others. The rest of the Archfiends are waiting for their turn with you, but I’ll see you again in forty-two years.”
Forty-two years. The cycle of forty-nine years. A shiver ran down his spine as the emerald naga lowered him again, putting him into a boat that he hadn’t seen when he had first been pulled from the Lethe.
“Go. The Circle of Indulgence awaits.”
And the boat followed the Archfiend’s orders, not even waiting for Eoghann to get his feet under him. It left the riverbank and floated down the waters, and bit by bit, the great Archfiend of Curiosity faded from sight.
The badger couldn’t help but embrace himself, hugging himself tightly around the chest. He had come painfully close to losing himself completely to the experiences of everyone else, and the only thing that had saved him had been the Archfiends agreeing to share him properly among each other.
If I had been only Berith’s pact-bound soul…
He didn’t want to think about how much the naga would have pushed him to his limits, over and over and over again. Even now, he could remember enough of the other souls’ experiences in the Circle of Curiosity to know that there’d be something else waiting for him there, something that would pull on his own curiosity from life and the things that he had never done for himself before.
It would be amazing.
And he would forget again.
Fighting the shivers running down his spine, he turned his attention to the landscape that was even now changing around him. The constant swell and rush of the forest was fading away as the river carried him further from the Circle of Curiosity and closer and closer to the Circle of Indulgence. The green and orange skies were turning to something closer to teal, and soon became a true teal.
Rounding several bends, the forest gave way to plains, then lush farmland. Other demons worked the land, tilling it alongside souls that had been sent here, or claimed by Astaroth himself. The whole way, Eoghann sat in the back of the boat, just watching the land shift before him.
Eventually, another dock came in view. Standing on the end of it was the familiar shape of the great boar, Astaroth, and the orange-furred male smiled as the boat came closer and closer. His neon-orange coloration seemed to shimmer to the badger’s eye, and he wondered just what sort of ‘indulgences’ would await him in this new realm.
The boat tapped against the dock, and the boar nodded at him with surprising civility and greeting. Eoghann pulled himself free, wobbling as he stepped naked onto the dock, and the boar chuckled.
“Good to see that the naga left you as fulsome as you were before.”
“…Are you calling me fat?” the badger asked.
“Not yet.”
“…I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”
“This is the Circle of Indulgence, Eoghann,” the boar said, gesturing around with both arms. “This is the place to enjoy yourself…one way, or another.”
The End
Summary: Eoghann is put through a minor hell of other people’s experiences, and suffers a bit of a breakdown.
Tags: M/solo, M/F, F/solo, M/M, Body Hopping, Different Experiences, Vaginal, Gender Confusion, Anal, Knot Fucking, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Egg, Egg Laying, Kobold, Various Species, Who Am I, Series, Hell, Demon, Naga, Badger, ",
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