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Seriousely... two fucking years since I last posted an Elysia and Sipha fic? I don't know what's wrong with me.\n\nAnywho, in this installment, Ely once again meets his old teacher Carlene Cameron, who had seduced him during summer-school and had been having sex with him after every school-day, only for both to die from a side-collision by a drunk driver in a red van. Ely does far more than just rekindle their fling, but in the end, is left empty. Oh, and a certain thing Ely does to her? I don't have any more clue why he did that than Ely does. You're not supposed to know why he did that, if there's even a reason at all.\n\nHoping to distract himself, he agrees to accompany Kaphirez, Hellguardian of Jimmy the cuntboy rat and the abusive father Marcus Fletch, to a cosmic orgy, finally discovering the true meaning of the term. ...There's only one catch.\n\nAnd at last, upon his return, Ely is met with a strange new surprise.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Two years? Seriousely... two fucking years since I last posted an Elysia and Sipha fic? I don't know what's wrong with me.

Anywho, in this installment, Ely once again meets his old teacher Carlene Cameron, who had seduced him during summer-school and had been having sex with him after every school-day, only for both to die from a side-collision by a drunk driver in a red van. Ely does far more than just rekindle their fling, but in the end, is left empty. Oh, and a certain thing Ely does to her? I don't have any more clue why he did that than Ely does. You're not supposed to know why he did that, if there's even a reason at all.

Hoping to distract himself, he agrees to accompany Kaphirez, Hellguardian of Jimmy the cuntboy rat and the abusive father Marcus Fletch, to a cosmic orgy, finally discovering the true meaning of the term. ...There's only one catch.

And at last, upon his return, Ely is met with a strange new surprise.", "writing": "[center][b]Chapter 6\nElysia and Carlene[/b]\n \n—Scene 1—[/center]\n\nElysia Rosenburg, the thirteen year old wolverine cub, lay in white sheets. They weren’t on a bed, or in a pile. The world, it seemed, was white sheets: drapes, tangles, curls, hanging in air or bunched into paths or platforms in mid-air. A labyrinth of white sheets surrounded Ely. He lay in a nest-like tangle somewhere within. One sheet curled around him, wrapping him like a mummy, pinning his arms against his sides. Ely could easily tear through this sheet, or so he thought. But he didn’t want to, not with his long lost love there rubbing her cheeks against his—the pure white shorthair cat, white like the sheets. The nonev circled round and round the back of Ely’s head, rubbing each cheek in turn against each of his, again and again, while purring.\n\nA snort surprised Ely. He awoke with a start, throwing his body up. He should have been in the world of sheets with Sipha. Why was he here instead? And where was here? He looked around. He sat on giant black and red checkerboard blankets, in turn atop a giant gothic snakewood bedframe. The marble and quartz color mosaics, the silk drapes, and the furniture. His bedroom in CastleVania! Ely blinked and everything came back to him.\n\nSnoring drew Ely’s attention. Marcus Fletch still slept beside him, curled around and squeezing a red pillow.\n\nEly paid the bat no mind. He hopped off the bed and felt a cold floor beneath his footpaws. Looking down, he found himself nude. Closing his eyes, Ely imagined his preferred clothes, and heard a flop behind him. He turned to see his blue jeans, khaki shirt, custom labelless black hi-top chucks, and socks and underwear, on the bed. He put them on and then walked toward the balcony to oversee the wilderness, but paused at a shadow.\n\nEly looked aside to see Marcus’s HellGuardian, the ring-tailed lemur Kaphirez, with her black leather trench coat open, exposing her black lace lingerie. She sat in a red leather wingchair with her legs crossed.\n\n“You’re still here?” Ely asked.\n\n“I was ordered to watch Marcus during his... vacation,” Kaphirez said. “That’s what I’m doing. He’ll wake up soon. He’s got a few hours left after that.”\n\nEly looked back at Marcus. \"Why was he graduated just for apologizing?\"\n\n\"Because those were the rules,\" Kaphirez answered.\n\nEly looked back at Kaphirez. \"What do you mean?\"\n\n\"All you need to do to graduate from Complete Assholes is show one instance of true humility without provocation or expectation of reward,” Kaphirez answered. “The irony never gets old.”\n\n“What irony?” Ely asked.\n\n“The lower your place in Hell, the easier it is to graduate to the next,” Kaphirez said. “Graduating from Scum of the Earth is even easier than Complete Assholes. All you need is the slightest hint of regret for the briefest moment, and without the whole unprovoked, no reward thing. And yet Jerks and Dickheads find it a thousand times easier to graduate from their levels than Scum of the Earth, even though it should be the other way around. There’ve been people at level seven for over twelve thousand years who still show no signs of budging. Marcus's mother’s going to be one of them; I’m sure of that.”\n\nOddly, Ely saw no irony in that. To him, it was only natural that monsters would have a harder time showing the slightest hint of regret than for someone like Jimmy to have a nervous breakdown over the sudden realization that he’d spent his life being unintentionally rude. He didn’t think too much about Kaphirez’s words.\n\n“What should I do now?” Ely asked. “I mean, besides whatever I want, because I can’t think of anything right now.”\n\nKaphirez shrugged. “Well, the Giving Force seems to want something from you.”\n\n“So I have no choice in the matter?” Ely asked.\n\n“Of course you have a choice!” Kaphirez snapped back. “You can accept whatever it wants from you, or reject it. If you reject it, then it’ll just find someone else for the job. But there’s got to be a reason it chose you specifically.”\n\n“So if I want to accept it, how do I do that?” Ely asked.\n\nKaphirez looked away, furrowing and pursing her lips. She looked back. “I’d say the best way is with random portals.”\n\n“What are those?” Ely asked.\n\n“Make a portal without caring where it goes,” Kaphirez said. “Though the name’s a bit of a misnomer since they’re rarely truly random. The Giving Force usually takes over its destination, unless you specifically want it not to.”\n\n“So it should be easy?” Ely asked.\n\nKaphirez nodded. “Just remember, the Giving Force laid out a path for you, but it won’t force you to follow it.”\n\n“I just want to find Sipha,” Ely said.\n\n“I don’t know who that is,” Kaphirez replied. “But I can almost guarantee you that the path the Giving Force gave you is probably the quickest way to that person.”\n\nEly turned around and raised a paw. ‘[i]Take me wherever the Giving Force wills it,[/i]’ he thought. A rectangular mirror portal the size of a standard door appeared in front of Ely’s paw. It reflected its own surroundings, meaning Ely did not know where it went. He stepped through, and the mirror shattered. Its bits evaporated upon touching the floor.\n\n[center]—Scene 2—[/center]\nEly stood in a drizzle beneath dark clouds on a leveled hilltop covered in unkempt grass. Beyond the leveled top, the hill dipped down to quite an ordinary looking grassland. Flattened green grass, shrubs, and the occasional oak tree, stretched to the horizon.\n\nIn front of Ely stood a plain, rectangular, two-story brick building with white stucco trim and a gray asphalt shingle roof. A steel push-bar door painted dull blue stood in the center of the building. A schoolhouse! Ely entered.\n\nInside, Ely saw the tannish beige linoleum floor, the peeling walls painted sky blue, and the rows of modernist white plastic school desks facing the whiteboard on the right side of the room. Ely furrowed his brow. He knew this place. His eyes wandered across the black plastic podium beside the whiteboard, the dimmed track lights above, and blue laminate shelves full of textbooks and displays between the windows. It was bigger than in life, and a staircase hugging the right wall led to a second story. But other than that, it was much the same.\n\n“Don’t even try to fool me,” a woman’s voice said. It was smooth and deep, but not as much on either level as Kaphirez’s voice.\n\nEly looked to the shadow beneath the staircase where he saw the woman he knew was there, the bright orange tabby Main Coon woman with her thick curves, legs, and d-cup breasts. She wore her slacks and white polo shirt, as she always did in class. His old teacher and sex-toy, Ms. Carlene Cameron, forty five years old.\n\n“Carlene?” Ely asked.\n\n“I said don’t even try!” Carlene growled. “I’m not falling for it, Imosevah.”\n\n“Ee-Moe-Seh-Vuh,” Ely pronounced slowly. “Is that your HellGuardian?”\n\n“Shut up!” she yelled. “Two hours left. Just two hours Imosevah. You haven’t gotten me in ninety-eight hours. You’re not going to get me in another two.”\n\nEly blinked and cocked his head. He’d been in Hell for ninety-eight hours so far? And what happens after two more? Ely lowered his head in thought, biting his lower lip. It seemed familiar somehow. Razielphustar said something about it. Ninety-eight plus two was one hundred hours. If after one hundred hour you didn’t give up your—figurative—heart, the lake of fire, the nullity, would swallow you up and you would cease to exist. Deleted. Ely raised his head and gazed at his old teacher with a furrowed brow and pursed muzzle.\n\n“You want the Lake of Fire to destroy you?” Ely asked.\n\n“Yes, you stupid fuck!” Carlene screamed. “And making yourself look like Ely’s not going to change my mind! And don’t think you could just tell me shit I think only he’ll know. I’m pretty sure you can read my mind.”\n\n‘[i]She thinks I’m her HellGuardian in disguise?[/i]’ Ely thought. ‘[i]Can I convince her otherwise?[/i]’ Ely briefly looked down. “If your HellGuardian can read your mind, why would he try to look like me when he knows it won’t work?”\n\n“Go shove your head games up your ass,” Carlene grumbled.\n\n“Why do you want to be deleted?” Ely asked.\n\n“You really want me to say that for the thousandth time?” Carlene asked.\n\nEly nodded.\n\nCarlene huffed while shrugging her arms and shaking her head. “You really think I’m going to let you torture me forever? You can’t fool me, Imosevah.”\n\n“I’m sorry?” A bright soprano voice asked.\n\nBy reflex, Ely spun around and stepped back, baring his teeth. A salamander of some kind stood in front of him. She had black skin with two trails of yellow spots down her front, and two broken yellow stripes down her back. He closed his mouth once the surprise passed.\n\n“Are you... Elysia Rosenburg?” she asked.\n\nEly lowered his head and slumped his shoulders to appear nonthreatening. He nodded. He and the salamander regarded each other for a short while. The salamander had a hint of an Italian accent. But despite her feminine voice, she didn’t look entirely female. She wore nothing under her red vest, which was fitting since she had no breasts. Why? Ely rolled his eyes. ‘[i]Amphibians don’t have breasts, you idiot.[/i]’ Looking lower, the salamander did have quite pronounced feminine curves and no trace of male genitals beneath her tight black velvet pants. Then he suddenly recognized what he’d ignored up to that point. The salamander had bright red eyes and thin red horns curving downward from above her ear-holes. He saw her tiny draconic wings in black with yellow spots. The nametag on her vest read, ‘Hi!' My Name Is: IMOSEVAH!’\n\n“You’re Carlene’s HellGuardian?” Ely asked.\n\nImosevah nodded.\n\n“Bullshit!” Carlene screamed from beneath the staircase. “That’s not Ely! He’s just one of your devil friends in disguise!”\n\nImosevah walked forward. Ely stepped aside for her. “Nothing you did to this boy was cruel! There was no coercion, no deceit, no betrayal, no threats, and no shaming or ordering. Your respect for him was absolute!”\n\n“I’m sure as shit you’d like me to believe that, wouldn’t you?” Carlene said.\n\n“Carlene?” Imosevah said. “I’ll tell you something I didn’t want to, something I don’t like telling anyone. I lost one of my charges once. She was just a little girl. They thought I could help her because we were both Fire Salamanders. But I lost her the same way I’m about to lose you. There was nothing I could do to convince her that she wouldn’t burn forever just because... just because she was attracted to me. When the Lake of Fire started pulling her in, I tried pulling her back out, but she just conjured a sword and cut my hand off. I saw Melody disappear! I don’t want to see that again.”\n\nCarlene snorted a laugh and folded her arms. “I can imagine why.”\n\n“Can I try?” Ely asked.\n\nImosevah lowered her head and breathed deeply. Her chest fluttered for a time. After calming, she squeezed her hands repeatedly, and then shrugged. “I don’t know what to do.” She raised her head with a despairing, pleading face, and placed her hands atop Ely’s shoulders. “How did you get here? How did you find this place?”\n\n“Random portal,” Ely answered.\n\nImosevah’s eyes widened in shock for a moment at Ely’s quizzical face. The HellGuardian knew the implications of such an event. She lowered her arms and breathed rapidly, almost hyperventilating. Ely cocked his head and blinked at this display, wondering how he could help. He was sure it wouldn’t work, but all he could think to do was place a paw on her shoulder. He furrowed his brow when it actually calmed her.\n\n“I lied,” Imosevah whispered to Ely. “Melody cut her own hand off. I still have it under my pillow. I can’t let go of it.” She looked into Ely’s eyes, who cocked his head the other way. “Please help me.”\n\nEly nodded and released the Salamander’s shoulder. He put both paws in his pockets, turned, and approached Carlene. Ely’s old teacher straightened and turned away from Ely with a [i]harrumph[/i]. Ely said nothing. Instead, he thought. ‘[i]I need a cutting tool.[/i]’ He then felt something metal in his pocket. He took out a number thirty-six scalpel with a steel handle not much longer than the blade itself, and a clear plastic cap. He uncapped and held the scalpel up to Carlene, catching her attention. She watched with an increasingly incredulous face as Ely plunged the blade into his wrist and swiped, slicing a clean wound a few inches down his arm. The wound tickled, and Ely twitched his nose and twirled his wrist.\n\nEly replaced the cap and put the scalpel back in his pocket. Blood ran freely down his arm, dripping onto the floor. He held his wrist to Carlene’s muzzle.\n\n“Ely said he’d never ask me to do that again after that first time,” Carlene said.\n\nEly shook his head. “My exact words were, I promise I’ll never ask you again as long as I live. I’m dead now, so that pre-contract is null and void.”\n\n“Pre-contract?” Carlene asked.\n\nEly nodded. “You asked for that promise in writing, but I didn’t live long enough to write it.”\n\nCarlene sniffled and let her arms drop. It was easy to believe these... things could extract those facts from her head. It wasn’t quite as easy to believe they could mimic her big-little sex toy’s bizarre form of logic. Maybe she could test him.\n\nCarlene took Ely’s arm and hesitantly licked the blood off of it. Ely shuddered at her act. His eyes glazed over, his jaw trembled, and his hackles rose. Electricity shot through his cock, which throbbed and leaked as he saw his blood stain the fur of Carlene’s lips.\n\n“More,” Ely sighed, his muzzle quivering.\n\nCarlene glanced at Ely’s crotch. She wasn’t convinced yet, but she could still let herself disappear if need be.\n\n“I’m going to pretend you’re Ely for the moment, just to see if you really are,” Carlene said. “Come upstairs with me.” She turned to Imosevah. “And you get the fuck out of here! Come back here before my time’s up and I’m gone! If someone’s taking my heart, it’s not going to be you.”\n\nImosevah clenched her jaw and eyes tight. She nodded. Ely and Carlene watched as she turned and pressed the door lever, exiting the schoolhouse.\n\nEly turned back toward Carlene, who was already climbing the stairs. Ely’s hackles rose again as he saw her glare at him with lidded eyes while chewing her tongue. She walked through another steel push-bar door at the head of the stairs. Tingles filled Ely’s lungs, making him hold his breath, as he realized that he was about to make all of the blood-play fantasies he had absentmindedly screamed at the Dusty Meat Market a reality. But he realized he should be more concerned with how to save Carlene.\n\nEly looked down, thinking he should give his old teacher everything, devote as much time and effort as he could solely to her pleasure. But that would make her suspicious. Should he behave exactly as he did when they were alive? No. Carlene surely knows that they’re situations have changed too drastically. That too would make her suspicious. Perhaps the best thing to do would simply be whatever tickles his fancy. That’s what Carlene always wanted him to do anyway, except for what he wanted most.\n\nEly looked up and hopped up the stairs two at a time. 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She gazed at him with lidded, watery eyes.\n\nEly pulled each shoe off with the ball of his opposite footpaw, quite easily given his extra opposable toes, and ran a finger down the buttons of his shirt, forcing half of them open and popping the other half right off—he was quite fortunate in life that Carlene taught him to sew buttons back on.\n\nEly felt a warm wetness on his footpaw, and looked down to see it covered in blood, which still dripped from his wrist. He wiped his wrist on his pants to heal it, feeling the scalpel still in his pocket. He brought out and uncapped the tool. After thinking for a moment, Ely cleanly began slicing off his jeans and boxerbriefs. He capped the scalpel, held it in his muzzle, and climbed onto the bed toward Carlene, touching noses with her as he knew cats liked.\n\nEly let the scalpel fall from his muzzle. “I want your blood.”\n\n“How?” Carlene asked.\n\nEly picked up the tool again. “I want to kiss your forked tongue.”\n\nCarlene nodded slowly and lolled her tongue out. Ely uncapped and stabbed the blade upward through the tongue and swiped it back, slicing it down the middle.\n\n“You didn’t react,” Ely said.\n\nCarlene pulled her tongue back into her mouth. “All the different ways I tried killing myself, I guess.” She ignored the blood dripping from her snout as she talked, staining her fur and bra.\n\nThe sight made Ely’s breath flutter and his extremities tingle. Ely threw himself against the Main Coon, making her yelp as he knocked her onto her back and clamped his snout down on hers. He shoved his lengthy tongue inside her mouth and shivered. He growled into his old teacher’s mouth as his tongue swirled over hers, between its sliced halves. Ely noisily slurped the sweet, salty, coppery liquid down his throat. He grabbed his teacher’s shoulders as he sucked and tongued and teethed harder and harder until he finally elicited a moan.\n\nEly couldn’t tell how long this kiss lasted. But when he finally broke it and opened his eyes, he found both of their muzzles, chests, and stomachs were stained red, along with the quilts next to them. The blood was so incredible that Ely didn’t even realize how badly his cock throbbed.\n\nCarlene closed her mouth briefly and opened it again to pant. Ely saw she had healed her tongue in doing so.\n\n“Fuck, Ely!” Carlene sighed. \"I thought you were supposed to wait until I gave the go-ahead before you went all out.\"\n\nEly shrugged. \"I guess the blood just does something to my head.\"\n\nCarlene glanced at her right shoulder, which Ely still gripped. She nodded. \"If that's the case, maybe you need more.\"\n\nEly rummaged his paw across the bed sheet until he found his scalpel. He brought it up and uncapped it.\n\n\"So what next?\" Carlene answered.\n\n\"I know tits are supposed to be for milk,\" Ely answered. \"But I want to drink blood from yours.\"\n\nCarlene nodded. Ely swiped the blade up the center of her bra, cutting open and letting her breasts fall out. He sat back up on his knees, squinting, blinking, and cocking his head at the sight. In life, Carlene had enormous dark maroon areolas. What Ely saw now were silver dollar sized, and bubblegum pink. But that was a small difference compared to the nipples themselves, which were massive, like those of pacifiers.\n\n“That’s your virtual self-image?” Ely asked.\n\n“Yeah,” Carlene answered. “Is there anything wrong with it?”\n\nEly shook his head. “No. It just makes it even better.”\n\nCarlene watched in morbid fascination as Ely squeezed her right breast in one paw, and plunged his blade into her nipple as far as he could push before removing it. Blood trickled from Carlene’s nipple, making Ely’s mouth water and his shoulders wriggle from spine-tingles. Ely panted at the sight. Drops of saliva fell from his tongue. He closed his eyes, swallowed, and planted his muzzle on the bleeding nipple. He dropped the blade and squeezed Carlene’s breast in both paws. He sucked hard. Warm blood flowed freely down Ely’s throat, and Carlene held Ely’s head in both paws. Her breast rumbled as she purred, prompting Ely to knead it, squeezing more blood into his mouth. It dribbled down his chin and onto his teacher’s belly.\n\nStill suckling, Ely fumbled around the bed for the blade, and felt up Carlene’s left breast. After caressing her other nipple, Ely sliced it down the middle. Soon as he lifted his muzzle from Carlene’s right breast, it healed. He shoved his muzzle against her left, wiping his tongue up and down the crevice he cut in it. Carlene squealed softly and dug her claws into the back of Ely’s head. She purred louder at the odd, painless feeling of the wolverine’s tongue prying into her nearly split breast. Blood pooled around the open wound just enough for Ely to slurp up rather noisily. After some time, he lifted his mouth from it as well. Carlene wiped a paw over her breast, healing it.\n\nEly continued panting as he looked into Carlene’s eyes with glazed and lidded eyes of his own.\n\n“I’m pretty glad I didn’t indulge your fetish in life now,” Carlene said. “That kind of blood thirst? I don’t think any partner of yours would survive it.”\n\nEly didn’t hear Carlene’s words. “Your pussy,” he whispered.\n\n“Is all yours,” Carlene replied.\n\nCarlene laid back on the bed and spread her legs for Ely. Her pussy swelled even more now, and the fur around it was damp. Ely bared his teeth at the sight and grabbed her mound, squeezing out a few more drops of moisture. Ely was too lost in his literal blood lust to notice for more than a moment that Carlene had changed her pussy as well. It was plumper, with a larger, suckable clit the same size as her nipples, and completely lacked a labia minora, much unlike the frills she had in life. Ely didn’t care.\n\nEly plunged his fingers into Carlene’s sex and spread her gropeable mound open. He reached the blade deep inside Carlene and stabbed it through the roof of her vagina. As Ely drew the blade forward, his teacher arched her hips up and gave a sound halfway between a moan and a growl. Her body tensed like rock and her hips shivered as Ely slowed upon slicing her clit. He began a sawing motion, drawing more squeals from his teacher and making her throw her head side-to-side. When at last Ely finished cleaving Carlene’s huge clit in two, she grunted and grabbed the sheets. Her pussy sprayed bloody juice onto Ely’s muzzle, and he opened wide, letting it hit the back of his throat and dribble from his snout. For almost two full minutes, Carlene continued to wail and spritz drops of fluid into Ely’s face. When her orgasm began to calm, Ely would have none of it. He dug the claw of his middle finger into the deep laceration, and the claw of his thumb into her sliced clit. Scratching and digging, he turned Carlene’s faucet and vocal cords back on for another thirty seconds before Carlene’s pussy finally calmed.\n\nBefore Carlene could say anything, Ely had already crawled up her body and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. His now more than impressive cock plunged inside her, and he thrust into her sex with the force of a wolf and the speed of a rabbit. Carlene wrapped her arms around Ely in turn and purred so loud.\n\nIt took only seconds for burning heat and pressure to overwhelm Ely’s cock, but it was okay given how big an orgasm he’d just given Carlene. The hypersensitive tickle, worse than most kinds of pain in life, engulfed Ely’s cock as his cum gushed into his teacher’s sex. But as with Jimmy, in death it just became another form of pleasure, inciting Ely to fuck Carlene even harder as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum into her, for well over a minute before the pleasure subsided and fatigue overwhelmed his body.\n\nEly pulled out of Carlene as his member began to shrink back into its sheath. Cum gushed out of her, creating a puddle on the sheets. He buried his head in his teacher’s neck as she purred and kneaded his shoulders. He didn’t even notice that her pussy had healed in the midst of sex.\n\n“Holy fucking...” Carlene panted. “There aren’t enough cuss words out there to describe that.”\n\n“That’s what sex is like here in Hell,” Ely replied. “There’s one more thing I want.”\n\n“Anything,” Carlene sighed.\n\nEly brought his head out from Carlene’s shoulder and unwrapped his arms from her, still holding the scalpel between two fingers. Ely stuck his own tongue out and pierced its center, dragging the blade forward to split it. It tickled even more than his wrist. More importantly, it dripped blood onto Carlene’s furry breasts.\n\nCarlene nodded. “Alright.”\n\nCarlene leaned forward and kissed Ely. Their tongues swirled around each other. With his now forked tongue, Ely could caress his teacher’s tongue from both sides. Its sandy surface scraped against the bleeding wound, drawing out more blood that Carlene was forced to swallow. Imagining his blood flowing down his teacher’s throat sent overwhelming waves of heat and cold, tension and relaxation, through Ely’s body, forcing him to shiver and moan into Carlene’s mouth.\n\nEly broke the kiss and sat up on his knees. Finally lucid again, he sealed his tongue and observed the consequences of his actions. Carlene’s entire face, neck, and torso were sopping with red, as was his own face, neck, paws, and crotch. The bed sheets were so soaked that they looked like a multiple homicide scene. The blood still dripped from both of them.\n\nEly looked deep into Carlene’s eyes. “So what do you think?”\n\nCarlene shrugged and shook her head. “If wolverine cubs were the best thing in life, they’ve got to be the best thing in death too.”\n\n“No,” Ely said, shaking his head. “I mean, do you still want to be erased?”\n\nCarlene briefly squinted and then looked up at the ceiling. The sex had been so good that the sweet thought of her eventual nonexistence disappeared from her head. Her head fell to the side. She looked at the alarm clock on the end table, prompting Ely to look as well. It counted down from one hour and sixteen minutes.\n\n“I don’t know,” Carlene said. “I really don’t know. Could you... tell me more about Hell?”\n\nEly lowered himself to cuddle Carlene. Wetness squished between their bodies. He laid his head on her shoulder and whispered into her ear. “I built my room in the image of CastleVania. But something went wrong. My HellGuardian said it was something called hyperbolic imagination. I couldn’t make it stop growing, so he had to stop it himself. But it’s... well... hard to describe. You’ll have to see it for yourself. My first portal was to some place called the Dusty Meat Market. I met a few other furs and there was a table piled with so much meat it looked like a cartoon feast. One of them told me that you can eat all you want and never become full if you don’t want to. It was true. Then I met Jimmy the cuntboy rat—”\n\n“Cuntboy rat?” Carlene asked.\n\n“Yeah, he’s sort of my roommate with benefits,” Ely answered.\n\n“You never had any friends in life except for me and that nonev cat you once had,” Carlene interrupted. “How many do you have now?”\n\n“Jimmy, Bartleby, Xander, Crystal, Gillian, Lexi so... six,” Ely answered. “Actually... most of them aren’t any more than acquaintances. So I guess just two, Jimmy and Bartleby.”\n\n“Fine, I’ll do it,” Carlene whispered.\n\n“You’ll give up your heart?” Ely asked.\n\n“Yeah,” Carlene answered. “I’m going to regret this so badly.”\n\n“Just close your eyes,” Ely said.\n\nCarlene obeyed. Ely sat back up on his knees and plunged the blade into Carlene’s chest. He swiped it up the center of her ribcage, and two more times across the top and bottom of her chest. Despite the size of the wound, there was no blood this time. Carlene didn’t want to bleed during this event. Ely placed the tool in his muzzle. He then gripped the seam running down Carlene’s chest and pried it open with a crunching sound. Such a weird sight, her open ribs splayed out in front of him, her heart beating and lungs breathing right in front of him. He took the tool from his muzzle and cut the major vessels holding Carlene’s heart. Again, no blood. He took the still beating heart out of Carlene’s chest and tossed it onto a pillow. He then rummaged about the bed sheets for the cap and replaced it on the scalpel. He laid the scalpel where Carlene’s heart had been and pushed her split robs closed again. Ely shook his head, not understanding why he did that.\n\n“Now heal yourself and open your eyes,” Ely said.\n\nThe seams on Carlene’s chest closed like zippers before Ely’s eyes, and Carlene opened hers to see Ely staring down at her. Ely could see it, the same thing that happened to him. Carlene's eyes were glassy, distant, unfocused. But unlike himself, Carlene's eyes immediately blinked and regained their lucidity upon seeing him.\n\n\"Did you feel anything odd? Not physically, but mentally?\" Ely asked.\n\nCarlene paused and squinted in thought. \"Uhhh... barely. Only for a second. I thought I was asleep, or something. Why?\"\n\n\"That's what you feel when you're heart's taken,\" Ely answered. “You know, you never told me why we couldn’t ever have a real relationship.\"\n\n“Yes I did,” Carlene answered. “Cubs and adults are just too different. We’ve got different priorities. We live in different worlds. It’s too different, what’s important to us.”\n\n“You lied,” Ely said. “Don’t think I didn’t always know the real reason.”\n\n“And what would that be?” Carlene asked.\n\nEly huffed. “Cubs grow up. And if you’re only attracted to cubs, then any relationship could only end... in the worst way, especially to the cub.”\n\nCarlene blinked as her eyes started to water from Ely’s words. “That’s why we could never be more than sex toys to each other,” Ely continued. “That’s the real reason. But it’s not like that here. Here, you don’t have to grow up if you don’t want to. You should find a cub who doesn’t ever want to grow up, and start a real relationship.”\n\nEly grabbed Carlene’s heart and stepped off the bed. Carlene got on her paws and knees and crawled toward the edge of the bed, reaching toward him with one blood-soaked arm.\n\n“Why not you?” Carlene shouted. “Ely! I love you!”\n\nEly stopped just in front of the door. “Yeah, I always knew that. But it can’t be me, not yet.”\n\n“Why?” Carlene shouted.\n\n“I went through something called regression when I first arrived here in Hell,” Ely answered. “I had to shout somebody’s name to get out of it. And I can’t ever grow a new heart until I find her. But it wasn’t you; it was Sipha.”\n\n“Your old nonev cat?” Carlene asked.\n\n“If I can’t grow a heart, then...” Ely couldn’t finish. “Maybe after I find her it can be me. But until then, I’m just a sex toy.”\n\nThough Carlene remained silent, Ely didn’t want to see her face. He didn’t want to see what she was feeling. So he walked through the door and down the stairs.\n\n[center]—Scene 4—[/center]\n\nEly opened the schoolhouse door and walked out into the drizzle. Imosevah sat on the small concrete porch, leaning forward with her elbows on her legs, chin in her paws. She looked up at Ely with one raised brow and cocked her head at the blood drenched cub.\n\n“What happened in there?” Imosevah asked.\n\nEly shook his head. “You’ll have to ask her.”\n\nEly dropped Carlene’s still beating heart into Imosevah’s lap. It was only out of pure conscience, and want for her sex, that Ely saved his old teacher. There was no true longing, no fear of loss. He put two fingers to his neck, not feeling any pulse. Ely sighed. He extended that paw and thought to himself, ‘[i]I want to go back to my room.[/i]’ His mirror portal opened up in front of him showing his bed, and he entered. It shattered and evaporated as its bits hit the ground.\n\n[center][b]Chapter 6\nElysia and Kaphirez[/b]\n \n—Scene 1—[/center]\nEly stood in front of his bed. Kaphirez sat on its edge, arms propped up, legs dangling over the side, leaning forward. But Marcus was missing.\n\n“Where’s Marcus?” Ely asked.\n\n“In your dining room, on top of the table, jacking off and shoveling confections down his throat. He’ll be at that for the next...” Kaphirez pulled back a sleeve to look at a watch. “two hours and forty-one minutes before he has to go back to mommy’s place in the land of soot and monsters.”\n\nEly squinted “You’re leaving Marcus alone?”\n\n“Of course not!” Kaphirez snapped back. “I’m there with him right now, counting down the time he still has left. I had to stop him from trying to fuck some nonev wolf who'll wander in about half an hour from now. Damn thing instantly presented herself to him, said he was a guest of God. I don’t know what the hell she was talking about. You wouldn’t believe what it took to finally shoo her away.”\n\n“What the fuck?!” Ely shouted, shaking his head. Kaphirez had laid too much nonsensical information on Ely all at once. He buried his face in his forearms while twirling his wrists and twisting his body side-to-side.\n\n“Sorry,” Kaphirez said. “I’m a HellGuardian, remember? Ability to manipulate time? After I sent Marcus back to his place I couldn't resist. I slept in your bed. When I woke up I went about a day into the past, to just when you’d get back from wherever the Giving Force took you. And by the looks of it, you had quite a time. As for the wolf, nonevs are uplifted to full intelligence when they die. They communicate telepathically.”\n\nEly ceased his rhythmic motions and huffed repeatedly. Mulling over Kaphirez’s words again and again, he finally made some sense of them and lowered his arms. “Why are you here?” he whispered.\n\nKaphirez shrugged. “We’ll, you did win the next round of sex with me away from Jimmy, didn’t you? I’m just here to fulfill that bargain. Problem is, I’m in a powerful mood for some all lesbo cosmic orgy, and probably will be for the next week. And my time-travel powers are actually pretty limited—about a day back and no more than two-places at once. Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘go fuck yourself’, but I digress. So, will you come with me to the oyster fest, or wait a week for me to get that out of my system?”\n\nEly shook his head. “But how could I go with you to an... all female orgy if I’m male?”\n\n“By making you female, of course!” Kaphirez answered, winking and snapping her fingers at Ely. “The process is hard to describe, so if you want to come along, it’d be best for me to explain at the body shop.”\n\n‘[i]Body shop?[/i]’ Ely thought.\n\n“It’s a pretty disgusting process, but from the looks of things, it doesn’t seem like you’d mind that,” Kaphirez said.\n\n“Will I be able to change back into a male?” Ely asked.\n\n“You won’t be able to [i]not[/i] change back!” Kaphirez said. “As soon as you fall asleep, your virtual self-image’ll take over again. So what do you say?”\n\n“I say okay,” Ely answered.\n\n“Alright!” Kaphirez said. “Just follow me.”\n\nKaphirez stood and cleared her throat. With a finger, she drew a circle in the air, which faded into a disc of purest black. She walked through the disc, fading into shadow. Ely followed. The shadow itself faded afterward.\n\n[center]—Scene 2—[/center]\n\nWhat Ely stepped into what certainly looked like a body shop. The concrete floors, corrugated steel walls and ceiling with peeling paint, the steel scaffold shelves filled with power tools of all kinds, the place was about the right size as well, two garage doors opened to busy streets and snow covered sidewalks. But instead of grease and bits of metal covering the floor, there was blood and bits of bone. All the tools housed on the shelves seemed surgical in nature. And instead of hydraulic jacks, there was a row of steel morgue exam tables.\n\n“Welcome to the body shop,” Kaphirez said.\n\nA demon ducked and contorted his way through the door to the desk area. He wore blue surgical scrubs instead of a mechanic’s outfit, but that did not surprise Ely given the other things he saw there. What did make him raise an eyebrow was the fact that this demon had to be over eight feet tall, and as stout as a world strongman competitor. He had three fingered hands, scales like an alligator, and the face of a saber-toothed gorilla with black, ram-like horns.\n\n“This is Ed,” Kaphirez said.\n\n“Hi,” Ed said in a bizarrely high-pitched, squeaky voice.\n\nAll that made Ely raise his other eyebrow and cock his head in curiosity. “I thought demons were supposed to have weird names.”\n\n“Only the ones from certain time periods,” Ed replied.\n\n“Ed?” Kaphirez said. “I’m heading off to a cosmic pussy orgy with my pal Ely here, so he needs a full sex change.”\n\n“Sure thing, Kaphirez,” Ed said, nodding.\n\nEd approached a supply closet and opened the door. Ducking and contorting his way inside, he soon came back out wheeling a giant machine topped with a glass tube large enough to fit Ely comfortably inside. After regarding its overall shape, and the giant blades within the glass tube, Ely gasped and stepped back, realizing what the device was.\n\n“A blender?” Ely asked. He shook his head. “You’re not getting me in there.”\n\n“Do you know better or faster way change every cell and square inch of you into a perfect female body than pureeing you and injecting the slush into a female shaped mold?” Ed asked. “If you do, I’d love to hear it.”\n\nEly looked at Kaphirez.\n\n“I told you it was disgusting,” she said, shrugging. “But it’s completely painless, if you don’t mind a little disorientation... okay, a lot of disorientation. But like I said, it’s not permanent.”\n\nEly looked down at his blood-soaked paws. He had sliced up his own wrist and tongue at Carlene’s. He’d cut apart the insides of one of her breasts, and sliced a significant gash down the second. He’d split her tongue, and her clit. She’d never once reacted in pain, nor did he ever feel any, and it was all the most sexually intense thing he had ever felt. Despite his experience, Ely had still only been in hell barely more than four days. The fear was still with him. How could he alleviate it?\n\n“I’ll do it,” Ely said. “Just blindfold me first.”\n\nKaphirez smirked and put her paws on her hips. “Sure thing.”\n\nKaphirez slipped her thumbs beneath into her black lace underwear and wriggled her hips to pull it down. After slipping her underwear off, Kaphirez twirled it in one finger with her free paw on her hip. Ely had heard what she’d done, and hesitated to turn around. He remembered Marcus saying she had a pseudo-penis. Ely breathed deep, turned around, and looked between her legs. He didn’t quite see what he expected. Kaphirez had an enormous gropeable mound, even larger than Carlene’s. Her hairless pussy was completely black, with lips thicker than the actual mouths of the ancient humans. A sheath, dorsally split lengthwise, hung down from them, just above her vaginal canal. Her urethra was atop her pseudo-penis, just behind its glans. Ely smirked on one side of his mouth and cocked his head in curiosity at the strange organ.\n\n“There’ll be plenty of time for study at the orgy,” Kaphirez said. “You need to be blindfolded.”\n\nKaphirez approached Ely and waited for him to nod before putting her underwear over his head, fitting his ears through its leg-holes, and covering his eyes.\n\n“I’m ready,” Ely said.\n\n“Alright. Now Ed’s gonna pick you up... rather forcefully. That okay with you?”\n\nEly nodded.\n\nAsking his permission before blindfolding or touching him? Warning him beforehand? Even though he knew already those things were coming? Kaphirez seemed to know just how to behave toward an autistic fur. Ely would have to ask her later if she had prior experience with autism. In the meantime, two gigantic scaly hands hooked themselves beneath Ely’s arms and flung him up into the air as if he were weightless. That would normally have made Ely struggle, screaming, clawing, biting, cussing, but Kaphirez’s assurances were all it took to keep him calm.\n\nThe arms dropped him onto uneven steel bars that Ely nearly tripped over. He reached out and felt glass on all sides. He was in the blender, and those bars were the blades.\n\n“I’ll give you a frappe countdown,” Kaphirez said. “Five, four, three, two, one—”\n\nSomething clicked, and a noise not unlike a motorcycle’s deafening roar filled Ely’s ears, and suddenly his footpaws felt like they were pried apart and drenched in slush. Then they were gone. In seconds, so too were his legs, his torso, and finally his arms and head. Ely became twirling slush inside the blender, and he lost his senses of sight, smell and hearing. His sense of touch suddenly became decentralized. All of the slush inside the blender could feel itself swirling, feel the blades spinning, and feel each grain of slush brushing past the others. The most bizarre part of the sensation was that Ely was still fully lucid, able to ponder this unreal sensation with the same distant, dry curiosity as he did most things. He was glad he didn’t regain his sight when Kaphirez’s underwear was pureed along with him. That would have been overwhelming.\n\nThe swirling stopped. Ed must have turned the blender off. Ely became more and more fatigued as his liquids slowed. He fell unconscious when they settled completely.\n\nThe next thing Ely knew, some hard shell was being peeled from his intact body. He struggled, pushing against it, prying himself from a body-shaped frame that held him in place. He twisted and writhed until he felt himself on the concrete floor, feeling a familiar slush in his paws.\n\nEly opened his eyes. He was still in the body shop, with gobs of pink froth splattered about the floor and dripping from the ceiling onto his fur. Ely scrambled to stand, but nearly lost his balance. He wobbled and flailed his arms until he realized what was wrong. His center of gravity had shifted. He no longer carried weight, but instead rested atop it. Ely looked around. The world seemed slightly larger. His limbs were thinner, his paws smaller. He felt his face, narrower and sharper. Ely ran his paws down his body, feeling budding breasts and feminine hips.\n\nReaching a paw between his legs, he felt his, or rather her, new genitals. Ely looked down at her vagina, a swollen, bulbous thing, much like Jimmy’s but smaller. Rodent and mustelid females did have similar genitals. It was disconcerting to be able to spread her pussylips apart, as if she were wounded. It was more disconcerting to feel sexual tingles from the inside, rather than the outside, as she fondled herself. More than just the novelty, it felt unnatural.\n\n“What do you think?” Kaphirez asked.\n\n“I don’t know,” Ely said, wincing at the sudden change in her voice. “I blacked out when the blender turned off. How long?”\n\n“A few minutes,” Ed replied. “That’s all it takes.”\n\nEly sat and continued fondling her pussy. Rubbing her nublike clit sent tingles deeper inside her. Ely pondered. This was not something she wanted to wake up to. As she looked up, she found that even her mind had changed. She paid slightly more attention to color, slightly less to shape. She paid slightly more attention to sound, slightly less to movement. That too, was disconcerting. But the new sensations were fascinating. She wanted explore them, and explore seemed like the right word. She didn’t want to stay in this strange new landscape for too long.\n\nEly stood up, almost falling over again from her shifted center of gravity. As she steadied, she saw the two halves of a clear plastic mold on the floor shaped like her new female body. She looked at Ed, and found yet another difference in thought. She now regarded his body not like a mobile, unwieldy hazard to maneuver around, but as an immobile shelter, like a roof beneath which she could hide from the elements. Ely shook her head. Of all her new sensations, that was the most unpleasant of them all, almost frightening, so she looked at Kaphirez. The lemur still made Ely’s lungs lighten and her crotch tingle. But that made sense, as Razielphustar had said Ely was bisexual, and still should be as a girl. That, at least, was a relief.\n\n“Not the most pleasant experience, is it?” Kaphirez asked.\n\nEly cocked her head and blinked at Kaphirez. She must have been making faces. “Not entirely.”\n\nKaphirez nodded. “I like being turned into a male quite frequently myself. But I felt the same thing my first time. Believe me, you’ll quickly get used to it, and even look forward to it! Weirdest sex ever. It's just fascinating. But you’ll always eventually start longing for your old body again. It’s a teensy tiny taste of what trannies go through in life to imagine that you can’t ever turn back.”\n\n“You promise I’ll turn back when I fall asleep?” Ely asked.\n\nKaphirez nodded. “Promise.”\n\nEly pondered. The weirdest sex ever? That did sound fascinating. Suddenly, Ely became quite eager to experiment. But Kaphirez was right. She didn’t want to stay in this body forever. Her attention then drew back to the pink froth covering the floor and ceiling, and herself.\n\n“What is this shit?” Ely asked.\n\n“It’s you,” Ed answered. “I left the lid off since your new body would be lighter than your old one.”\n\nEly looked at [i]his[/i] remains dripping from [i]her[/i] paws. “That’s nasty,” she whispered.\n\nKaphirez laughed. “I’ll make a dual-purpose portal; it’ll clean you up before it takes you to the orgy. Now, I must warn you. The instant you walk out the other side, you will be in a mass of bodies like you’ve never imagined. Paws and tits and snouts and pussies and asses shoving against you by the dozens, and you’ll scarcely be able to tell where one body ends and another begins. We’ll have to leash ourselves to each other to avoid getting dragged apart. Are you okay with this?\n\nAgain, Ely filed away a desire to ask Kaphirez if she was familiar with autism. The warning, the description, the request for permission, made Ely quiver in desire, whereas anything less would have pushed her berserk button. She nodded.\n\nKaphirez drew a tiny circle in the air, creating a black portal from which she drew two large, black leather collars connected by a black cord leash. She strapped one around her own neck and handed the other to Ely, who strapped it around hers.\n\nThe small portal faded as Kaphirez drew a bigger one. She stepped through, and Ely followed.\n\n[center]—Scene 3—[/center]\n\nIt was just as Kaphirez had said, and Ely was far better prepared for it than most. She took Kaphirez at her literal word, where most would think she had been exaggerating.\n\nThe landscape was hilly and covered in soft grass, with sheer cliffs of white granite many kilometers high enclosing the circular area a little over a kilometer in diameter. Silver torchier lamps lit up the scenery with dim blue flames every ten or so meters. Stars shined above. Beyond that, there was nothing save the bodies.\n\nEvery square meter had at least two bodies. Furs of every color and pattern, the rarer scales, and the even rare feathers, writhed and wriggled about like worms. The air was so loud with moans and growls and hisses and squeaks and squawks of pleasure that one couldn’t possibly hear anyone else talk, and almost no one there wanted to. The musty smell of female juices hung so heavily that one might choke to death if one were not already dead. There had to be millions of fornicating females in this great basin.\n\nAs soon as Ely had stepped through, three females had pressed against her. A raccoon’s muzzle met her own, and Ely accepted the raccoon’s tongue in her mouth and paws on her breasts. A khaki brown rabbit girl pressed up against one side of Ely, grinding her crotch into the wolverine’s hips and chewing lightly on her ear. And the smooth scales of a leopard gecko wrapped around her from behind, rubbing her belly in circles and gnawing softly on her neck.\n\nEly closed her eyes and melted into the feelings. She growled into the raccoon’s mouth and teethed the tongue that lapped at hers. She could taste the sexes of countless females in the raccoon’s mouth. She reached a paw down to grab the raccoon’s dripping pussy, only to find it competing with an unknown muzzle and tongue. But the muzzle didn’t try to push Ely’s paw aside, so she plunged her middle finger into the raccoon’s pussy and the two of them shared it. She began to sway her hips side-to-side with the motions of the rabbit grinding against them. She leaned her head toward teeth gently rubbing her ear. She arched her back giving more belly for the leopard gecko to rub, and rubbed one of her own legs up and down a lizard leg behind her. Ely reached out her free paw, and mysterious paws led it to a mysterious breast she eagerly fondled. After a minute, two more mysterious paws squeezed and spread her ass cheeks and a snout lapped hard against her anus.\n\nIt seemed like forever that Ely was canned within these females, but was likely only a few minutes. One by one, they dispersed, never to be heard from again. Ely turned and opened her eyes to see Kaphirez lying on the ground, holding her legs up behind the knees. The other furs had torn off her remaining articles of clothing, save her collar and trench coat. A tiny albino mouse girl struggled to straddle Kaphirez’s neck as the demon clamped her jaws shut around the girl’s pussy, chewing it softly. Two sable ferret girls, identical twins from the looks of them, each had an arm wrapped around one of Kaphirez’s legs while they dug their snouts into her sex, one sucking her pseudocock while the other wriggled her muzzle beneath it, deep inside her cunt. Kaphirez clutched both of their heads in her paws. A closer look revealed that the ferret twins were cuffed together. Apparently, Ely and Kaphirez weren’t the only ones who didn’t want to get separated. A gray squirrel woman kneaded and suckled her left breast, while a capuchin monkey girl kneaded and suckled her right. Kaphirez and the mouse girl both cried out in pleasure at once, both of their pussies suddenly leaking into the mouths that devoured them.\n\nHungry muzzles had taken Ely’s tits, anus, and pussy by then, but she didn’t even look down at them. She looked at the very tall, muscular, breastless crocodile woman standing above Kaphirez with her arms crossed and her foot tapping, obviously claiming the lemur as her own. In accord, no one reclaimed that territory when the mouse, ferrets, squirrel, and capuchin left.\n\nThe crocodile woman gave Ely a come hither finger and then pointed at Kaphirez. Ely nodded, got on her knees, and climbed atop Kaphirez, their nipples pressing together. The HellGuardian’s eyes opened, truly glowing this time. She glared at Ely with the most violent, ravenous, and plain evil face Ely had ever seen or imagined. Her tongue lapped at her muzzle, slobbering freely. This didn’t scare Ely, but instead incited her to shove her muzzle against the lemur’s, sucking Kaphirez’s tongue into her mouth. They slurped each other’s salivas down their throats, making Ely’s skin tingle.\n\nA huge scaly hand grabbed Ely’s ass and shoved it down—the crocodile, of course. Ely obliged and pressed her crotch against Kaphirez’s. The hand guided Kaphirez’s erect pseudocock into Ely’s dripping pussy and shoved it in, making Ely yelp into Kaphirez’s mouth.\n\nKaphirez began to fuck Ely even harder and faster than he’d done to Carlene. Ely thought getting fucked as a female would be similar to taking it up the ass by Marcus, just with many times more tactile sensation, but it was inexplicably different. Scaly jaws and massive teeth clenched tight around Ely and Kaphirez’s sexes, and a thick, pancake like tongue slathered over them as they fucked—the crocodile again, of course.\n\nMuzzles and paws came and went as Ely, Kaphirez, and the crocodile continued their three-way. Even Ely began moaning in pleasure, eliciting Kaphirez to moan back. The familiar feeling crawled its way through Ely’s pussy, but it was a bit different. It was more achy than tingly, and throbbed a little less.\n\nEly cummed first, sighing long and deep as her sex released its fluids into the crocodile’s maw, eliciting a rumble from her belly strong enough to vibrate the breasts of both Ely and Kaphirez, making them both squeak. The feeling of squirting was bizarre to Ely, and she hadn’t words to describe it.\n\nKaphirez was next. She growled as her pseudo-cock filled Ely’s pussy with fluid. Ely tensed, thinking Kaphirez had just pissed inside her, but the fluid was so thick and sticky that it had to be something else. Then Ely noticed the heat. Kaphirez’s juice was hot, boiling hot, hotter than that even. It was like molten aluminum inside Ely’s pussy. But unlike the boiling hot shower, it didn’t damage Ely’s skin or sex. The harmless burning instantly send Ely into another orgasm, which she didn’t even bother timing. Doing so would be pointless anyway, with how long it lasted. So long and powerful was her climax that Ely’s vision went pure white, and she completely lost all proprioception.\n\nWhen she finally calmed down, Ely reached a paw back to wipe up some of Kaphirez’s slime as it leaked out of her and brought it back to investigate. So similar it was to male cum, how it stretched into strings as she spread her fingers, except that it was less opaque. It was more like male precum, except that it had gushed like a hose from Kaphirez’s pseudocock. The lemur demon broke their kiss and took Ely’s sticky fingers into her muzzle as the crocodile woman sucked the rest of her sticky fluid out of Ely’s pussy.\n\nWhen the crocodile had released them, Ely and Kaphirez sat up and watched her lick her snout and fingers clean. They glanced at each other, and then leapt atop the giant woman, who roared in surprise as they knocked her over.\n\nThe crocodile’s strength must have been far greater than even Ely’s as a male, but she didn’t resist. She rumbled her chest again and gripped Ely and Kaphirez’s heads tightly. Kaphirez wrapped her jaws around the crocodile’s snout, teethed her scales, and licked her nostrils. The crocodile wrapped and rewrapped her enormous, pancake like tongue around Kaphirez’s snout. It was closest the two of them could truly come to kissing, but seeing it, Ely found it hotter than any kiss.\n\nEly crawled back and dove down into the crocodile’s slit. It was easy since Ely had her enormous tail to lie on. Digging through the reptilian slit, Ely found two holes inside. Quickly remembering that crocodiles had cloacae, Ely shoved her tongue inside the top hole, which had to be her pussy. And it was the best tasting pussy Ely had experienced so far, like steak juice.\n\nBefore they knew it, paws and tongues began exploring the bodies of the three females. So many digging into their fur and scales, gnawing on their extremities, grabbing their tits, and sucking their pussies and assholes. None could keep track of any of it. Ely cried audibly the whole time, and cummed twice more.\n\nEventually, the hardest rumble of them all rattled Ely’s very bones, and a stream of salty steak juice squirted into her mouth. It spilled out of Ely’s jaws onto the crocodile’s tail, and Ely lifted herself slightly, allowing it to soak into the fur of her breasts.\n\nEly sat up on the crocodile’s tail with a mouthful of her cum and took a deep breath, only to be met with Kaphirez’s muzzle, greedily sucking it out.\n\nEly and Kaphirez stood and walked away as paws and tongues slid across them. They looked back to see a dozen smaller furs pile atop the crocodile woman. Looking back, they slid through the wash of gropes and licks, looking for a new victim. Kaphirez grabbed Ely’s shoulder and pointed toward her target, a little teenage chinchilla girl squatting over a middle-aged scarlet macaw woman who massage the chinchilla’s pussy with her beak while other females passed by giving gropes and licks.\n\nAs they approached Ely reached both arms out, grabbing anything soft they passed by, a breast, a thigh, an ass, a pussy. Several mouths briefly sucked her fingers.\n\nAt last they stood over the macaw, who looked up at them with disappointed eyes, but nodded in resignation. She crawled out from beneath the chinchilla and pushed herself to her feet looking for another partner.\n\nThe chinchilla looked up and [i]eep[/i]ed at Ely and Kaphirez, who gave her predatory grins with dripping fangs. Before the chinchilla could react, they were both on top of her, pushing their muzzles against either side of hers, pushing their tongues in her mouth and competing over hers. They forced the chinchilla onto her back and grasped either side of her pussy in one free paw each. All tension left the chinchilla, and she submitted to her attackers. As they continued assaulting the chinchilla, groping paws and licking tongues slowly collected over their bodies, many briefly paying heed to their cunts and assholes, quickly to be replaced.\n\nThat’s how it went, for hours and hours. Ely had long, long ago lost count of how many time she cummed, or how many naughty bits her mouth and paws had been on, or how many mouths and paws had been on hers, or how many times she'd sucked Kaphirez's pseudo-cock to suck down the clear, burning hot slime that tasted like sweet-tarts. By the end, her body was dripping from head to toe in feminine juices, and she wandered aimlessly with Kaphirez, always getting more.\n\nAfter what had to be longer than an entire day, fatigue had overcome Ely, and she fell asleep in a mass of fucking female bodies.\n\n[center]—Scene 4—[/center]\n\nTwelve hours later, perhaps, a wet nose tickled one of Ely’s footpaws, and his body flung upwards, teeth and claws bared. His curious audience dashed back and piteous cries echoed all around him.\n\nEly calmed, stood, and looked down at himself. He was clean and dry, but still naked. More importantly, he was a he again. He sighed in relief knowing factually now that Kaphirez told him the truth.\n\nHe looked around, seeing bodies quivering in the shadows and stars above. For a moment, Ely believed he was still in the cosmic orgy. But the painful cries around him were the only sounds, their cowering owners the only living things, and the air smelled crisp, clean, and foresty. It also smelled like wolves.\n\nEly looked around him. He was in a snowed in conifer forest. But behind him, a near kilometer long, hundred meter wide, white stone bridge with the most elaborate gothic spires and arches crossed a great canyon to a castle of white stone so large that he could not see beyond its borders or height from this close.\n\nCastleVania. He was home. Perhaps he had been automatically shunted away from the lesbian cosmic orgy when he had turned back into a male. ‘[i]Don’t speculate[/i],’ Ely told himself. ‘[i]Ask Kaphirez next time you see her. And don’t forget to ask if she’s familiar with autism.[/i]’ Ely had an awful lot of questions that needed to be filed away for later. Beyond those, the only thing left to discover was why these wolves were cowering so brazenly in his presence.\n\nHe looked at the quivering bodies in the shadows and counted six of them.\n\n“Why are you all crying like that?” Ely asked.\n\nHis words only made the wolves cry louder, as if they were being tortured.\n\n‘[i]Please don’t punish us![/i]’ They all seemed to say in unison. ‘[i]We’re not worthy of your presence! We never should have approached you in your sleep. We couldn’t help it. We’ll do anything for your mercy. Anything![/i]’\n\nEly shook his head. “The fuck are you talking about?”\n\n‘[i]We’re not worthy to be in the presence of God![/i]’ they spoke.\n\nEly shook his head harder. “God? You think I’m God?”\n\n‘[i]You created this land of CastleVania,[/i]’ they said. ‘[i]The land of infinite plenty you allowed us, the unworthy, to inhabit after death.[/i]’\n\n“Let me see you,” Ely said.\n\nThe tortured screams returned, and lasted for some time before they stopped. The figures, lying flat against the ground, inched their way forward from the shadows of the trees until the starlight revealed them to in fact be nonev wolves. As soon as they showed themselves openly, they turned around, showing their back-ends, tails between their legs, and laid flat against the ground, covering their heads with their front paws. The nonev wolf Kaphirez spoke of, who wanted Marcus, the ‘guest of god’, to fuck her must have been one of them.\n\n‘[i]Please, God![/i]’ they spoke into Ely’s mind. ‘[i]We can’t face your direction! You’re too magnificent! We're too worthless![/i]'\n\nEly sighed and face palmed into both of his paws. 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Chapter 6
Elysia and Carlene
 
—Scene 1—


Elysia Rosenburg, the thirteen year old wolverine cub, lay in white sheets. They weren’t on a bed, or in a pile. The world, it seemed, was white sheets: drapes, tangles, curls, hanging in air or bunched into paths or platforms in mid-air. A labyrinth of white sheets surrounded Ely. He lay in a nest-like tangle somewhere within. One sheet curled around him, wrapping him like a mummy, pinning his arms against his sides. Ely could easily tear through this sheet, or so he thought. But he didn’t want to, not with his long lost love there rubbing her cheeks against his—the pure white shorthair cat, white like the sheets. The nonev circled round and round the back of Ely’s head, rubbing each cheek in turn against each of his, again and again, while purring.

A snort surprised Ely. He awoke with a start, throwing his body up. He should have been in the world of sheets with Sipha. Why was he here instead? And where was here? He looked around. He sat on giant black and red checkerboard blankets, in turn atop a giant gothic snakewood bedframe. The marble and quartz color mosaics, the silk drapes, and the furniture. His bedroom in CastleVania! Ely blinked and everything came back to him.

Snoring drew Ely’s attention. Marcus Fletch still slept beside him, curled around and squeezing a red pillow.

Ely paid the bat no mind. He hopped off the bed and felt a cold floor beneath his footpaws. Looking down, he found himself nude. Closing his eyes, Ely imagined his preferred clothes, and heard a flop behind him. He turned to see his blue jeans, khaki shirt, custom labelless black hi-top chucks, and socks and underwear, on the bed. He put them on and then walked toward the balcony to oversee the wilderness, but paused at a shadow.

Ely looked aside to see Marcus’s HellGuardian, the ring-tailed lemur Kaphirez, with her black leather trench coat open, exposing her black lace lingerie. She sat in a red leather wingchair with her legs crossed.

“You’re still here?” Ely asked.

“I was ordered to watch Marcus during his... vacation,” Kaphirez said. “That’s what I’m doing. He’ll wake up soon. He’s got a few hours left after that.”

Ely looked back at Marcus. "Why was he graduated just for apologizing?"

"Because those were the rules," Kaphirez answered.

Ely looked back at Kaphirez. "What do you mean?"

"All you need to do to graduate from Complete Assholes is show one instance of true humility without provocation or expectation of reward,” Kaphirez answered. “The irony never gets old.”

“What irony?” Ely asked.

“The lower your place in Hell, the easier it is to graduate to the next,” Kaphirez said. “Graduating from Scum of the Earth is even easier than Complete Assholes. All you need is the slightest hint of regret for the briefest moment, and without the whole unprovoked, no reward thing. And yet Jerks and Dickheads find it a thousand times easier to graduate from their levels than Scum of the Earth, even though it should be the other way around. There’ve been people at level seven for over twelve thousand years who still show no signs of budging. Marcus's mother’s going to be one of them; I’m sure of that.”

Oddly, Ely saw no irony in that. To him, it was only natural that monsters would have a harder time showing the slightest hint of regret than for someone like Jimmy to have a nervous breakdown over the sudden realization that he’d spent his life being unintentionally rude. He didn’t think too much about Kaphirez’s words.

“What should I do now?” Ely asked. “I mean, besides whatever I want, because I can’t think of anything right now.”

Kaphirez shrugged. “Well, the Giving Force seems to want something from you.”

“So I have no choice in the matter?” Ely asked.

“Of course you have a choice!” Kaphirez snapped back. “You can accept whatever it wants from you, or reject it. If you reject it, then it’ll just find someone else for the job. But there’s got to be a reason it chose you specifically.”

“So if I want to accept it, how do I do that?” Ely asked.

Kaphirez looked away, furrowing and pursing her lips. She looked back. “I’d say the best way is with random portals.”

“What are those?” Ely asked.

“Make a portal without caring where it goes,” Kaphirez said. “Though the name’s a bit of a misnomer since they’re rarely truly random. The Giving Force usually takes over its destination, unless you specifically want it not to.”

“So it should be easy?” Ely asked.

Kaphirez nodded. “Just remember, the Giving Force laid out a path for you, but it won’t force you to follow it.”

“I just want to find Sipha,” Ely said.

“I don’t know who that is,” Kaphirez replied. “But I can almost guarantee you that the path the Giving Force gave you is probably the quickest way to that person.”

Ely turned around and raised a paw. ‘Take me wherever the Giving Force wills it,’ he thought. A rectangular mirror portal the size of a standard door appeared in front of Ely’s paw. It reflected its own surroundings, meaning Ely did not know where it went. He stepped through, and the mirror shattered. Its bits evaporated upon touching the floor.

—Scene 2—

Ely stood in a drizzle beneath dark clouds on a leveled hilltop covered in unkempt grass. Beyond the leveled top, the hill dipped down to quite an ordinary looking grassland. Flattened green grass, shrubs, and the occasional oak tree, stretched to the horizon.

In front of Ely stood a plain, rectangular, two-story brick building with white stucco trim and a gray asphalt shingle roof. A steel push-bar door painted dull blue stood in the center of the building. A schoolhouse! Ely entered.

Inside, Ely saw the tannish beige linoleum floor, the peeling walls painted sky blue, and the rows of modernist white plastic school desks facing the whiteboard on the right side of the room. Ely furrowed his brow. He knew this place. His eyes wandered across the black plastic podium beside the whiteboard, the dimmed track lights above, and blue laminate shelves full of textbooks and displays between the windows. It was bigger than in life, and a staircase hugging the right wall led to a second story. But other than that, it was much the same.

“Don’t even try to fool me,” a woman’s voice said. It was smooth and deep, but not as much on either level as Kaphirez’s voice.

Ely looked to the shadow beneath the staircase where he saw the woman he knew was there, the bright orange tabby Main Coon woman with her thick curves, legs, and d-cup breasts. She wore her slacks and white polo shirt, as she always did in class. His old teacher and sex-toy, Ms. Carlene Cameron, forty five years old.

“Carlene?” Ely asked.

“I said don’t even try!” Carlene growled. “I’m not falling for it, Imosevah.”

“Ee-Moe-Seh-Vuh,” Ely pronounced slowly. “Is that your HellGuardian?”

“Shut up!” she yelled. “Two hours left. Just two hours Imosevah. You haven’t gotten me in ninety-eight hours. You’re not going to get me in another two.”

Ely blinked and cocked his head. He’d been in Hell for ninety-eight hours so far? And what happens after two more? Ely lowered his head in thought, biting his lower lip. It seemed familiar somehow. Razielphustar said something about it. Ninety-eight plus two was one hundred hours. If after one hundred hour you didn’t give up your—figurative—heart, the lake of fire, the nullity, would swallow you up and you would cease to exist. Deleted. Ely raised his head and gazed at his old teacher with a furrowed brow and pursed muzzle.

“You want the Lake of Fire to destroy you?” Ely asked.

“Yes, you stupid fuck!” Carlene screamed. “And making yourself look like Ely’s not going to change my mind! And don’t think you could just tell me shit I think only he’ll know. I’m pretty sure you can read my mind.”

‘She thinks I’m her HellGuardian in disguise?’ Ely thought. ‘Can I convince her otherwise?’ Ely briefly looked down. “If your HellGuardian can read your mind, why would he try to look like me when he knows it won’t work?”

“Go shove your head games up your ass,” Carlene grumbled.

“Why do you want to be deleted?” Ely asked.

“You really want me to say that for the thousandth time?” Carlene asked.

Ely nodded.

Carlene huffed while shrugging her arms and shaking her head. “You really think I’m going to let you torture me forever? You can’t fool me, Imosevah.”

“I’m sorry?” A bright soprano voice asked.

By reflex, Ely spun around and stepped back, baring his teeth. A salamander of some kind stood in front of him. She had black skin with two trails of yellow spots down her front, and two broken yellow stripes down her back. He closed his mouth once the surprise passed.

“Are you... Elysia Rosenburg?” she asked.

Ely lowered his head and slumped his shoulders to appear nonthreatening. He nodded. He and the salamander regarded each other for a short while. The salamander had a hint of an Italian accent. But despite her feminine voice, she didn’t look entirely female. She wore nothing under her red vest, which was fitting since she had no breasts. Why? Ely rolled his eyes. ‘Amphibians don’t have breasts, you idiot.’ Looking lower, the salamander did have quite pronounced feminine curves and no trace of male genitals beneath her tight black velvet pants. Then he suddenly recognized what he’d ignored up to that point. The salamander had bright red eyes and thin red horns curving downward from above her ear-holes. He saw her tiny draconic wings in black with yellow spots. The nametag on her vest read, ‘Hi!' My Name Is: IMOSEVAH!’

“You’re Carlene’s HellGuardian?” Ely asked.

Imosevah nodded.

“Bullshit!” Carlene screamed from beneath the staircase. “That’s not Ely! He’s just one of your devil friends in disguise!”

Imosevah walked forward. Ely stepped aside for her. “Nothing you did to this boy was cruel! There was no coercion, no deceit, no betrayal, no threats, and no shaming or ordering. Your respect for him was absolute!”

“I’m sure as shit you’d like me to believe that, wouldn’t you?” Carlene said.

“Carlene?” Imosevah said. “I’ll tell you something I didn’t want to, something I don’t like telling anyone. I lost one of my charges once. She was just a little girl. They thought I could help her because we were both Fire Salamanders. But I lost her the same way I’m about to lose you. There was nothing I could do to convince her that she wouldn’t burn forever just because... just because she was attracted to me. When the Lake of Fire started pulling her in, I tried pulling her back out, but she just conjured a sword and cut my hand off. I saw Melody disappear! I don’t want to see that again.”

Carlene snorted a laugh and folded her arms. “I can imagine why.”

“Can I try?” Ely asked.

Imosevah lowered her head and breathed deeply. Her chest fluttered for a time. After calming, she squeezed her hands repeatedly, and then shrugged. “I don’t know what to do.” She raised her head with a despairing, pleading face, and placed her hands atop Ely’s shoulders. “How did you get here? How did you find this place?”

“Random portal,” Ely answered.

Imosevah’s eyes widened in shock for a moment at Ely’s quizzical face. The HellGuardian knew the implications of such an event. She lowered her arms and breathed rapidly, almost hyperventilating. Ely cocked his head and blinked at this display, wondering how he could help. He was sure it wouldn’t work, but all he could think to do was place a paw on her shoulder. He furrowed his brow when it actually calmed her.

“I lied,” Imosevah whispered to Ely. “Melody cut her own hand off. I still have it under my pillow. I can’t let go of it.” She looked into Ely’s eyes, who cocked his head the other way. “Please help me.”

Ely nodded and released the Salamander’s shoulder. He put both paws in his pockets, turned, and approached Carlene. Ely’s old teacher straightened and turned away from Ely with a harrumph. Ely said nothing. Instead, he thought. ‘I need a cutting tool.’ He then felt something metal in his pocket. He took out a number thirty-six scalpel with a steel handle not much longer than the blade itself, and a clear plastic cap. He uncapped and held the scalpel up to Carlene, catching her attention. She watched with an increasingly incredulous face as Ely plunged the blade into his wrist and swiped, slicing a clean wound a few inches down his arm. The wound tickled, and Ely twitched his nose and twirled his wrist.

Ely replaced the cap and put the scalpel back in his pocket. Blood ran freely down his arm, dripping onto the floor. He held his wrist to Carlene’s muzzle.

“Ely said he’d never ask me to do that again after that first time,” Carlene said.

Ely shook his head. “My exact words were, I promise I’ll never ask you again as long as I live. I’m dead now, so that pre-contract is null and void.”

“Pre-contract?” Carlene asked.

Ely nodded. “You asked for that promise in writing, but I didn’t live long enough to write it.”

Carlene sniffled and let her arms drop. It was easy to believe these... things could extract those facts from her head. It wasn’t quite as easy to believe they could mimic her big-little sex toy’s bizarre form of logic. Maybe she could test him.

Carlene took Ely’s arm and hesitantly licked the blood off of it. Ely shuddered at her act. His eyes glazed over, his jaw trembled, and his hackles rose. Electricity shot through his cock, which throbbed and leaked as he saw his blood stain the fur of Carlene’s lips.

“More,” Ely sighed, his muzzle quivering.

Carlene glanced at Ely’s crotch. She wasn’t convinced yet, but she could still let herself disappear if need be.

“I’m going to pretend you’re Ely for the moment, just to see if you really are,” Carlene said. “Come upstairs with me.” She turned to Imosevah. “And you get the fuck out of here! Come back here before my time’s up and I’m gone! If someone’s taking my heart, it’s not going to be you.”

Imosevah clenched her jaw and eyes tight. She nodded. Ely and Carlene watched as she turned and pressed the door lever, exiting the schoolhouse.

Ely turned back toward Carlene, who was already climbing the stairs. Ely’s hackles rose again as he saw her glare at him with lidded eyes while chewing her tongue. She walked through another steel push-bar door at the head of the stairs. Tingles filled Ely’s lungs, making him hold his breath, as he realized that he was about to make all of the blood-play fantasies he had absentmindedly screamed at the Dusty Meat Market a reality. But he realized he should be more concerned with how to save Carlene.

Ely looked down, thinking he should give his old teacher everything, devote as much time and effort as he could solely to her pleasure. But that would make her suspicious. Should he behave exactly as he did when they were alive? No. Carlene surely knows that they’re situations have changed too drastically. That too would make her suspicious. Perhaps the best thing to do would simply be whatever tickles his fancy. That’s what Carlene always wanted him to do anyway, except for what he wanted most.

Ely looked up and hopped up the stairs two at a time. He threw open the door at the head of the stairs and stepped into the second floor

—Scene 3—


Teal carpets? Ely looked up to see old wooden shelves covered in huge seashells and ocean-themed decorations. A blue jean couch and loveseat covered one corner of the room. Large terracotta pots of aloe and other succulents dotted the room almost haphazardly. The queen sized bed opposite the couch was on a low-lying black platform, covered in unkempt quilts in various green and blue patterns. A green lava lamp boiled on the end table to one side of the bed, while a red one boiled on the other end table. Though this seemed only a bedroom, it held decorations from throughout Carlene’s house, especially the picture frames filled with antique and/or foreign banknotes.

Carlene lay in her bed, her pants, shirt, and panties scrunched up at the bed’s foot. She wore only her bra and sat with legs outstretched, exposing her swollen pussy to Ely. She gazed at him with lidded, watery eyes.

Ely pulled each shoe off with the ball of his opposite footpaw, quite easily given his extra opposable toes, and ran a finger down the buttons of his shirt, forcing half of them open and popping the other half right off—he was quite fortunate in life that Carlene taught him to sew buttons back on.

Ely felt a warm wetness on his footpaw, and looked down to see it covered in blood, which still dripped from his wrist. He wiped his wrist on his pants to heal it, feeling the scalpel still in his pocket. He brought out and uncapped the tool. After thinking for a moment, Ely cleanly began slicing off his jeans and boxerbriefs. He capped the scalpel, held it in his muzzle, and climbed onto the bed toward Carlene, touching noses with her as he knew cats liked.

Ely let the scalpel fall from his muzzle. “I want your blood.”

“How?” Carlene asked.

Ely picked up the tool again. “I want to kiss your forked tongue.”

Carlene nodded slowly and lolled her tongue out. Ely uncapped and stabbed the blade upward through the tongue and swiped it back, slicing it down the middle.

“You didn’t react,” Ely said.

Carlene pulled her tongue back into her mouth. “All the different ways I tried killing myself, I guess.” She ignored the blood dripping from her snout as she talked, staining her fur and bra.

The sight made Ely’s breath flutter and his extremities tingle. Ely threw himself against the Main Coon, making her yelp as he knocked her onto her back and clamped his snout down on hers. He shoved his lengthy tongue inside her mouth and shivered. He growled into his old teacher’s mouth as his tongue swirled over hers, between its sliced halves. Ely noisily slurped the sweet, salty, coppery liquid down his throat. He grabbed his teacher’s shoulders as he sucked and tongued and teethed harder and harder until he finally elicited a moan.

Ely couldn’t tell how long this kiss lasted. But when he finally broke it and opened his eyes, he found both of their muzzles, chests, and stomachs were stained red, along with the quilts next to them. The blood was so incredible that Ely didn’t even realize how badly his cock throbbed.

Carlene closed her mouth briefly and opened it again to pant. Ely saw she had healed her tongue in doing so.

“Fuck, Ely!” Carlene sighed. "I thought you were supposed to wait until I gave the go-ahead before you went all out."

Ely shrugged. "I guess the blood just does something to my head."

Carlene glanced at her right shoulder, which Ely still gripped. She nodded. "If that's the case, maybe you need more."

Ely rummaged his paw across the bed sheet until he found his scalpel. He brought it up and uncapped it.

"So what next?" Carlene answered.

"I know tits are supposed to be for milk," Ely answered. "But I want to drink blood from yours."

Carlene nodded. Ely swiped the blade up the center of her bra, cutting open and letting her breasts fall out. He sat back up on his knees, squinting, blinking, and cocking his head at the sight. In life, Carlene had enormous dark maroon areolas. What Ely saw now were silver dollar sized, and bubblegum pink. But that was a small difference compared to the nipples themselves, which were massive, like those of pacifiers.

“That’s your virtual self-image?” Ely asked.

“Yeah,” Carlene answered. “Is there anything wrong with it?”

Ely shook his head. “No. It just makes it even better.”

Carlene watched in morbid fascination as Ely squeezed her right breast in one paw, and plunged his blade into her nipple as far as he could push before removing it. Blood trickled from Carlene’s nipple, making Ely’s mouth water and his shoulders wriggle from spine-tingles. Ely panted at the sight. Drops of saliva fell from his tongue. He closed his eyes, swallowed, and planted his muzzle on the bleeding nipple. He dropped the blade and squeezed Carlene’s breast in both paws. He sucked hard. Warm blood flowed freely down Ely’s throat, and Carlene held Ely’s head in both paws. Her breast rumbled as she purred, prompting Ely to knead it, squeezing more blood into his mouth. It dribbled down his chin and onto his teacher’s belly.

Still suckling, Ely fumbled around the bed for the blade, and felt up Carlene’s left breast. After caressing her other nipple, Ely sliced it down the middle. Soon as he lifted his muzzle from Carlene’s right breast, it healed. He shoved his muzzle against her left, wiping his tongue up and down the crevice he cut in it. Carlene squealed softly and dug her claws into the back of Ely’s head. She purred louder at the odd, painless feeling of the wolverine’s tongue prying into her nearly split breast. Blood pooled around the open wound just enough for Ely to slurp up rather noisily. After some time, he lifted his mouth from it as well. Carlene wiped a paw over her breast, healing it.

Ely continued panting as he looked into Carlene’s eyes with glazed and lidded eyes of his own.

“I’m pretty glad I didn’t indulge your fetish in life now,” Carlene said. “That kind of blood thirst? I don’t think any partner of yours would survive it.”

Ely didn’t hear Carlene’s words. “Your pussy,” he whispered.

“Is all yours,” Carlene replied.

Carlene laid back on the bed and spread her legs for Ely. Her pussy swelled even more now, and the fur around it was damp. Ely bared his teeth at the sight and grabbed her mound, squeezing out a few more drops of moisture. Ely was too lost in his literal blood lust to notice for more than a moment that Carlene had changed her pussy as well. It was plumper, with a larger, suckable clit the same size as her nipples, and completely lacked a labia minora, much unlike the frills she had in life. Ely didn’t care.

Ely plunged his fingers into Carlene’s sex and spread her gropeable mound open. He reached the blade deep inside Carlene and stabbed it through the roof of her vagina. As Ely drew the blade forward, his teacher arched her hips up and gave a sound halfway between a moan and a growl. Her body tensed like rock and her hips shivered as Ely slowed upon slicing her clit. He began a sawing motion, drawing more squeals from his teacher and making her throw her head side-to-side. When at last Ely finished cleaving Carlene’s huge clit in two, she grunted and grabbed the sheets. Her pussy sprayed bloody juice onto Ely’s muzzle, and he opened wide, letting it hit the back of his throat and dribble from his snout. For almost two full minutes, Carlene continued to wail and spritz drops of fluid into Ely’s face. When her orgasm began to calm, Ely would have none of it. He dug the claw of his middle finger into the deep laceration, and the claw of his thumb into her sliced clit. Scratching and digging, he turned Carlene’s faucet and vocal cords back on for another thirty seconds before Carlene’s pussy finally calmed.

Before Carlene could say anything, Ely had already crawled up her body and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. His now more than impressive cock plunged inside her, and he thrust into her sex with the force of a wolf and the speed of a rabbit. Carlene wrapped her arms around Ely in turn and purred so loud.

It took only seconds for burning heat and pressure to overwhelm Ely’s cock, but it was okay given how big an orgasm he’d just given Carlene. The hypersensitive tickle, worse than most kinds of pain in life, engulfed Ely’s cock as his cum gushed into his teacher’s sex. But as with Jimmy, in death it just became another form of pleasure, inciting Ely to fuck Carlene even harder as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum into her, for well over a minute before the pleasure subsided and fatigue overwhelmed his body.

Ely pulled out of Carlene as his member began to shrink back into its sheath. Cum gushed out of her, creating a puddle on the sheets. He buried his head in his teacher’s neck as she purred and kneaded his shoulders. He didn’t even notice that her pussy had healed in the midst of sex.

“Holy fucking...” Carlene panted. “There aren’t enough cuss words out there to describe that.”

“That’s what sex is like here in Hell,” Ely replied. “There’s one more thing I want.”

“Anything,” Carlene sighed.

Ely brought his head out from Carlene’s shoulder and unwrapped his arms from her, still holding the scalpel between two fingers. Ely stuck his own tongue out and pierced its center, dragging the blade forward to split it. It tickled even more than his wrist. More importantly, it dripped blood onto Carlene’s furry breasts.

Carlene nodded. “Alright.”

Carlene leaned forward and kissed Ely. Their tongues swirled around each other. With his now forked tongue, Ely could caress his teacher’s tongue from both sides. Its sandy surface scraped against the bleeding wound, drawing out more blood that Carlene was forced to swallow. Imagining his blood flowing down his teacher’s throat sent overwhelming waves of heat and cold, tension and relaxation, through Ely’s body, forcing him to shiver and moan into Carlene’s mouth.

Ely broke the kiss and sat up on his knees. Finally lucid again, he sealed his tongue and observed the consequences of his actions. Carlene’s entire face, neck, and torso were sopping with red, as was his own face, neck, paws, and crotch. The bed sheets were so soaked that they looked like a multiple homicide scene. The blood still dripped from both of them.

Ely looked deep into Carlene’s eyes. “So what do you think?”

Carlene shrugged and shook her head. “If wolverine cubs were the best thing in life, they’ve got to be the best thing in death too.”

“No,” Ely said, shaking his head. “I mean, do you still want to be erased?”

Carlene briefly squinted and then looked up at the ceiling. The sex had been so good that the sweet thought of her eventual nonexistence disappeared from her head. Her head fell to the side. She looked at the alarm clock on the end table, prompting Ely to look as well. It counted down from one hour and sixteen minutes.

“I don’t know,” Carlene said. “I really don’t know. Could you... tell me more about Hell?”

Ely lowered himself to cuddle Carlene. Wetness squished between their bodies. He laid his head on her shoulder and whispered into her ear. “I built my room in the image of CastleVania. But something went wrong. My HellGuardian said it was something called hyperbolic imagination. I couldn’t make it stop growing, so he had to stop it himself. But it’s... well... hard to describe. You’ll have to see it for yourself. My first portal was to some place called the Dusty Meat Market. I met a few other furs and there was a table piled with so much meat it looked like a cartoon feast. One of them told me that you can eat all you want and never become full if you don’t want to. It was true. Then I met Jimmy the cuntboy rat—”

“Cuntboy rat?” Carlene asked.

“Yeah, he’s sort of my roommate with benefits,” Ely answered.

“You never had any friends in life except for me and that nonev cat you once had,” Carlene interrupted. “How many do you have now?”

“Jimmy, Bartleby, Xander, Crystal, Gillian, Lexi so... six,” Ely answered. “Actually... most of them aren’t any more than acquaintances. So I guess just two, Jimmy and Bartleby.”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” Carlene whispered.

“You’ll give up your heart?” Ely asked.

“Yeah,” Carlene answered. “I’m going to regret this so badly.”

“Just close your eyes,” Ely said.

Carlene obeyed. Ely sat back up on his knees and plunged the blade into Carlene’s chest. He swiped it up the center of her ribcage, and two more times across the top and bottom of her chest. Despite the size of the wound, there was no blood this time. Carlene didn’t want to bleed during this event. Ely placed the tool in his muzzle. He then gripped the seam running down Carlene’s chest and pried it open with a crunching sound. Such a weird sight, her open ribs splayed out in front of him, her heart beating and lungs breathing right in front of him. He took the tool from his muzzle and cut the major vessels holding Carlene’s heart. Again, no blood. He took the still beating heart out of Carlene’s chest and tossed it onto a pillow. He then rummaged about the bed sheets for the cap and replaced it on the scalpel. He laid the scalpel where Carlene’s heart had been and pushed her split robs closed again. Ely shook his head, not understanding why he did that.

“Now heal yourself and open your eyes,” Ely said.

The seams on Carlene’s chest closed like zippers before Ely’s eyes, and Carlene opened hers to see Ely staring down at her. Ely could see it, the same thing that happened to him. Carlene's eyes were glassy, distant, unfocused. But unlike himself, Carlene's eyes immediately blinked and regained their lucidity upon seeing him.

"Did you feel anything odd? Not physically, but mentally?" Ely asked.

Carlene paused and squinted in thought. "Uhhh... barely. Only for a second. I thought I was asleep, or something. Why?"

"That's what you feel when you're heart's taken," Ely answered. “You know, you never told me why we couldn’t ever have a real relationship."

“Yes I did,” Carlene answered. “Cubs and adults are just too different. We’ve got different priorities. We live in different worlds. It’s too different, what’s important to us.”

“You lied,” Ely said. “Don’t think I didn’t always know the real reason.”

“And what would that be?” Carlene asked.

Ely huffed. “Cubs grow up. And if you’re only attracted to cubs, then any relationship could only end... in the worst way, especially to the cub.”

Carlene blinked as her eyes started to water from Ely’s words. “That’s why we could never be more than sex toys to each other,” Ely continued. “That’s the real reason. But it’s not like that here. Here, you don’t have to grow up if you don’t want to. You should find a cub who doesn’t ever want to grow up, and start a real relationship.”

Ely grabbed Carlene’s heart and stepped off the bed. Carlene got on her paws and knees and crawled toward the edge of the bed, reaching toward him with one blood-soaked arm.

“Why not you?” Carlene shouted. “Ely! I love you!”

Ely stopped just in front of the door. “Yeah, I always knew that. But it can’t be me, not yet.”

“Why?” Carlene shouted.

“I went through something called regression when I first arrived here in Hell,” Ely answered. “I had to shout somebody’s name to get out of it. And I can’t ever grow a new heart until I find her. But it wasn’t you; it was Sipha.”

“Your old nonev cat?” Carlene asked.

“If I can’t grow a heart, then...” Ely couldn’t finish. “Maybe after I find her it can be me. But until then, I’m just a sex toy.”

Though Carlene remained silent, Ely didn’t want to see her face. He didn’t want to see what she was feeling. So he walked through the door and down the stairs.

—Scene 4—


Ely opened the schoolhouse door and walked out into the drizzle. Imosevah sat on the small concrete porch, leaning forward with her elbows on her legs, chin in her paws. She looked up at Ely with one raised brow and cocked her head at the blood drenched cub.

“What happened in there?” Imosevah asked.

Ely shook his head. “You’ll have to ask her.”

Ely dropped Carlene’s still beating heart into Imosevah’s lap. It was only out of pure conscience, and want for her sex, that Ely saved his old teacher. There was no true longing, no fear of loss. He put two fingers to his neck, not feeling any pulse. Ely sighed. He extended that paw and thought to himself, ‘I want to go back to my room.’ His mirror portal opened up in front of him showing his bed, and he entered. It shattered and evaporated as its bits hit the ground.

Chapter 6
Elysia and Kaphirez
 
—Scene 1—

Ely stood in front of his bed. Kaphirez sat on its edge, arms propped up, legs dangling over the side, leaning forward. But Marcus was missing.

“Where’s Marcus?” Ely asked.

“In your dining room, on top of the table, jacking off and shoveling confections down his throat. He’ll be at that for the next...” Kaphirez pulled back a sleeve to look at a watch. “two hours and forty-one minutes before he has to go back to mommy’s place in the land of soot and monsters.”

Ely squinted “You’re leaving Marcus alone?”

“Of course not!” Kaphirez snapped back. “I’m there with him right now, counting down the time he still has left. I had to stop him from trying to fuck some nonev wolf who'll wander in about half an hour from now. Damn thing instantly presented herself to him, said he was a guest of God. I don’t know what the hell she was talking about. You wouldn’t believe what it took to finally shoo her away.”

“What the fuck?!” Ely shouted, shaking his head. Kaphirez had laid too much nonsensical information on Ely all at once. He buried his face in his forearms while twirling his wrists and twisting his body side-to-side.

“Sorry,” Kaphirez said. “I’m a HellGuardian, remember? Ability to manipulate time? After I sent Marcus back to his place I couldn't resist. I slept in your bed. When I woke up I went about a day into the past, to just when you’d get back from wherever the Giving Force took you. And by the looks of it, you had quite a time. As for the wolf, nonevs are uplifted to full intelligence when they die. They communicate telepathically.”

Ely ceased his rhythmic motions and huffed repeatedly. Mulling over Kaphirez’s words again and again, he finally made some sense of them and lowered his arms. “Why are you here?” he whispered.

Kaphirez shrugged. “We’ll, you did win the next round of sex with me away from Jimmy, didn’t you? I’m just here to fulfill that bargain. Problem is, I’m in a powerful mood for some all lesbo cosmic orgy, and probably will be for the next week. And my time-travel powers are actually pretty limited—about a day back and no more than two-places at once. Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘go fuck yourself’, but I digress. So, will you come with me to the oyster fest, or wait a week for me to get that out of my system?”

Ely shook his head. “But how could I go with you to an... all female orgy if I’m male?”

“By making you female, of course!” Kaphirez answered, winking and snapping her fingers at Ely. “The process is hard to describe, so if you want to come along, it’d be best for me to explain at the body shop.”

‘Body shop?’ Ely thought.

“It’s a pretty disgusting process, but from the looks of things, it doesn’t seem like you’d mind that,” Kaphirez said.

“Will I be able to change back into a male?” Ely asked.

“You won’t be able to not change back!” Kaphirez said. “As soon as you fall asleep, your virtual self-image’ll take over again. So what do you say?”

“I say okay,” Ely answered.

“Alright!” Kaphirez said. “Just follow me.”

Kaphirez stood and cleared her throat. With a finger, she drew a circle in the air, which faded into a disc of purest black. She walked through the disc, fading into shadow. Ely followed. The shadow itself faded afterward.

—Scene 2—


What Ely stepped into what certainly looked like a body shop. The concrete floors, corrugated steel walls and ceiling with peeling paint, the steel scaffold shelves filled with power tools of all kinds, the place was about the right size as well, two garage doors opened to busy streets and snow covered sidewalks. But instead of grease and bits of metal covering the floor, there was blood and bits of bone. All the tools housed on the shelves seemed surgical in nature. And instead of hydraulic jacks, there was a row of steel morgue exam tables.

“Welcome to the body shop,” Kaphirez said.

A demon ducked and contorted his way through the door to the desk area. He wore blue surgical scrubs instead of a mechanic’s outfit, but that did not surprise Ely given the other things he saw there. What did make him raise an eyebrow was the fact that this demon had to be over eight feet tall, and as stout as a world strongman competitor. He had three fingered hands, scales like an alligator, and the face of a saber-toothed gorilla with black, ram-like horns.

“This is Ed,” Kaphirez said.

“Hi,” Ed said in a bizarrely high-pitched, squeaky voice.

All that made Ely raise his other eyebrow and cock his head in curiosity. “I thought demons were supposed to have weird names.”

“Only the ones from certain time periods,” Ed replied.

“Ed?” Kaphirez said. “I’m heading off to a cosmic pussy orgy with my pal Ely here, so he needs a full sex change.”

“Sure thing, Kaphirez,” Ed said, nodding.

Ed approached a supply closet and opened the door. Ducking and contorting his way inside, he soon came back out wheeling a giant machine topped with a glass tube large enough to fit Ely comfortably inside. After regarding its overall shape, and the giant blades within the glass tube, Ely gasped and stepped back, realizing what the device was.

“A blender?” Ely asked. He shook his head. “You’re not getting me in there.”

“Do you know better or faster way change every cell and square inch of you into a perfect female body than pureeing you and injecting the slush into a female shaped mold?” Ed asked. “If you do, I’d love to hear it.”

Ely looked at Kaphirez.

“I told you it was disgusting,” she said, shrugging. “But it’s completely painless, if you don’t mind a little disorientation... okay, a lot of disorientation. But like I said, it’s not permanent.”

Ely looked down at his blood-soaked paws. He had sliced up his own wrist and tongue at Carlene’s. He’d cut apart the insides of one of her breasts, and sliced a significant gash down the second. He’d split her tongue, and her clit. She’d never once reacted in pain, nor did he ever feel any, and it was all the most sexually intense thing he had ever felt. Despite his experience, Ely had still only been in hell barely more than four days. The fear was still with him. How could he alleviate it?

“I’ll do it,” Ely said. “Just blindfold me first.”

Kaphirez smirked and put her paws on her hips. “Sure thing.”

Kaphirez slipped her thumbs beneath into her black lace underwear and wriggled her hips to pull it down. After slipping her underwear off, Kaphirez twirled it in one finger with her free paw on her hip. Ely had heard what she’d done, and hesitated to turn around. He remembered Marcus saying she had a pseudo-penis. Ely breathed deep, turned around, and looked between her legs. He didn’t quite see what he expected. Kaphirez had an enormous gropeable mound, even larger than Carlene’s. Her hairless pussy was completely black, with lips thicker than the actual mouths of the ancient humans. A sheath, dorsally split lengthwise, hung down from them, just above her vaginal canal. Her urethra was atop her pseudo-penis, just behind its glans. Ely smirked on one side of his mouth and cocked his head in curiosity at the strange organ.

“There’ll be plenty of time for study at the orgy,” Kaphirez said. “You need to be blindfolded.”

Kaphirez approached Ely and waited for him to nod before putting her underwear over his head, fitting his ears through its leg-holes, and covering his eyes.

“I’m ready,” Ely said.

“Alright. Now Ed’s gonna pick you up... rather forcefully. That okay with you?”

Ely nodded.

Asking his permission before blindfolding or touching him? Warning him beforehand? Even though he knew already those things were coming? Kaphirez seemed to know just how to behave toward an autistic fur. Ely would have to ask her later if she had prior experience with autism. In the meantime, two gigantic scaly hands hooked themselves beneath Ely’s arms and flung him up into the air as if he were weightless. That would normally have made Ely struggle, screaming, clawing, biting, cussing, but Kaphirez’s assurances were all it took to keep him calm.

The arms dropped him onto uneven steel bars that Ely nearly tripped over. He reached out and felt glass on all sides. He was in the blender, and those bars were the blades.

“I’ll give you a frappe countdown,” Kaphirez said. “Five, four, three, two, one—”

Something clicked, and a noise not unlike a motorcycle’s deafening roar filled Ely’s ears, and suddenly his footpaws felt like they were pried apart and drenched in slush. Then they were gone. In seconds, so too were his legs, his torso, and finally his arms and head. Ely became twirling slush inside the blender, and he lost his senses of sight, smell and hearing. His sense of touch suddenly became decentralized. All of the slush inside the blender could feel itself swirling, feel the blades spinning, and feel each grain of slush brushing past the others. The most bizarre part of the sensation was that Ely was still fully lucid, able to ponder this unreal sensation with the same distant, dry curiosity as he did most things. He was glad he didn’t regain his sight when Kaphirez’s underwear was pureed along with him. That would have been overwhelming.

The swirling stopped. Ed must have turned the blender off. Ely became more and more fatigued as his liquids slowed. He fell unconscious when they settled completely.

The next thing Ely knew, some hard shell was being peeled from his intact body. He struggled, pushing against it, prying himself from a body-shaped frame that held him in place. He twisted and writhed until he felt himself on the concrete floor, feeling a familiar slush in his paws.

Ely opened his eyes. He was still in the body shop, with gobs of pink froth splattered about the floor and dripping from the ceiling onto his fur. Ely scrambled to stand, but nearly lost his balance. He wobbled and flailed his arms until he realized what was wrong. His center of gravity had shifted. He no longer carried weight, but instead rested atop it. Ely looked around. The world seemed slightly larger. His limbs were thinner, his paws smaller. He felt his face, narrower and sharper. Ely ran his paws down his body, feeling budding breasts and feminine hips.

Reaching a paw between his legs, he felt his, or rather her, new genitals. Ely looked down at her vagina, a swollen, bulbous thing, much like Jimmy’s but smaller. Rodent and mustelid females did have similar genitals. It was disconcerting to be able to spread her pussylips apart, as if she were wounded. It was more disconcerting to feel sexual tingles from the inside, rather than the outside, as she fondled herself. More than just the novelty, it felt unnatural.

“What do you think?” Kaphirez asked.

“I don’t know,” Ely said, wincing at the sudden change in her voice. “I blacked out when the blender turned off. How long?”

“A few minutes,” Ed replied. “That’s all it takes.”

Ely sat and continued fondling her pussy. Rubbing her nublike clit sent tingles deeper inside her. Ely pondered. This was not something she wanted to wake up to. As she looked up, she found that even her mind had changed. She paid slightly more attention to color, slightly less to shape. She paid slightly more attention to sound, slightly less to movement. That too, was disconcerting. But the new sensations were fascinating. She wanted explore them, and explore seemed like the right word. She didn’t want to stay in this strange new landscape for too long.

Ely stood up, almost falling over again from her shifted center of gravity. As she steadied, she saw the two halves of a clear plastic mold on the floor shaped like her new female body. She looked at Ed, and found yet another difference in thought. She now regarded his body not like a mobile, unwieldy hazard to maneuver around, but as an immobile shelter, like a roof beneath which she could hide from the elements. Ely shook her head. Of all her new sensations, that was the most unpleasant of them all, almost frightening, so she looked at Kaphirez. The lemur still made Ely’s lungs lighten and her crotch tingle. But that made sense, as Razielphustar had said Ely was bisexual, and still should be as a girl. That, at least, was a relief.

“Not the most pleasant experience, is it?” Kaphirez asked.

Ely cocked her head and blinked at Kaphirez. She must have been making faces. “Not entirely.”

Kaphirez nodded. “I like being turned into a male quite frequently myself. But I felt the same thing my first time. Believe me, you’ll quickly get used to it, and even look forward to it! Weirdest sex ever. It's just fascinating. But you’ll always eventually start longing for your old body again. It’s a teensy tiny taste of what trannies go through in life to imagine that you can’t ever turn back.”

“You promise I’ll turn back when I fall asleep?” Ely asked.

Kaphirez nodded. “Promise.”

Ely pondered. The weirdest sex ever? That did sound fascinating. Suddenly, Ely became quite eager to experiment. But Kaphirez was right. She didn’t want to stay in this body forever. Her attention then drew back to the pink froth covering the floor and ceiling, and herself.

“What is this shit?” Ely asked.

“It’s you,” Ed answered. “I left the lid off since your new body would be lighter than your old one.”

Ely looked at his remains dripping from her paws. “That’s nasty,” she whispered.

Kaphirez laughed. “I’ll make a dual-purpose portal; it’ll clean you up before it takes you to the orgy. Now, I must warn you. The instant you walk out the other side, you will be in a mass of bodies like you’ve never imagined. Paws and tits and snouts and pussies and asses shoving against you by the dozens, and you’ll scarcely be able to tell where one body ends and another begins. We’ll have to leash ourselves to each other to avoid getting dragged apart. Are you okay with this?

Again, Ely filed away a desire to ask Kaphirez if she was familiar with autism. The warning, the description, the request for permission, made Ely quiver in desire, whereas anything less would have pushed her berserk button. She nodded.

Kaphirez drew a tiny circle in the air, creating a black portal from which she drew two large, black leather collars connected by a black cord leash. She strapped one around her own neck and handed the other to Ely, who strapped it around hers.

The small portal faded as Kaphirez drew a bigger one. She stepped through, and Ely followed.

—Scene 3—


It was just as Kaphirez had said, and Ely was far better prepared for it than most. She took Kaphirez at her literal word, where most would think she had been exaggerating.

The landscape was hilly and covered in soft grass, with sheer cliffs of white granite many kilometers high enclosing the circular area a little over a kilometer in diameter. Silver torchier lamps lit up the scenery with dim blue flames every ten or so meters. Stars shined above. Beyond that, there was nothing save the bodies.

Every square meter had at least two bodies. Furs of every color and pattern, the rarer scales, and the even rare feathers, writhed and wriggled about like worms. The air was so loud with moans and growls and hisses and squeaks and squawks of pleasure that one couldn’t possibly hear anyone else talk, and almost no one there wanted to. The musty smell of female juices hung so heavily that one might choke to death if one were not already dead. There had to be millions of fornicating females in this great basin.

As soon as Ely had stepped through, three females had pressed against her. A raccoon’s muzzle met her own, and Ely accepted the raccoon’s tongue in her mouth and paws on her breasts. A khaki brown rabbit girl pressed up against one side of Ely, grinding her crotch into the wolverine’s hips and chewing lightly on her ear. And the smooth scales of a leopard gecko wrapped around her from behind, rubbing her belly in circles and gnawing softly on her neck.

Ely closed her eyes and melted into the feelings. She growled into the raccoon’s mouth and teethed the tongue that lapped at hers. She could taste the sexes of countless females in the raccoon’s mouth. She reached a paw down to grab the raccoon’s dripping pussy, only to find it competing with an unknown muzzle and tongue. But the muzzle didn’t try to push Ely’s paw aside, so she plunged her middle finger into the raccoon’s pussy and the two of them shared it. She began to sway her hips side-to-side with the motions of the rabbit grinding against them. She leaned her head toward teeth gently rubbing her ear. She arched her back giving more belly for the leopard gecko to rub, and rubbed one of her own legs up and down a lizard leg behind her. Ely reached out her free paw, and mysterious paws led it to a mysterious breast she eagerly fondled. After a minute, two more mysterious paws squeezed and spread her ass cheeks and a snout lapped hard against her anus.

It seemed like forever that Ely was canned within these females, but was likely only a few minutes. One by one, they dispersed, never to be heard from again. Ely turned and opened her eyes to see Kaphirez lying on the ground, holding her legs up behind the knees. The other furs had torn off her remaining articles of clothing, save her collar and trench coat. A tiny albino mouse girl struggled to straddle Kaphirez’s neck as the demon clamped her jaws shut around the girl’s pussy, chewing it softly. Two sable ferret girls, identical twins from the looks of them, each had an arm wrapped around one of Kaphirez’s legs while they dug their snouts into her sex, one sucking her pseudocock while the other wriggled her muzzle beneath it, deep inside her cunt. Kaphirez clutched both of their heads in her paws. A closer look revealed that the ferret twins were cuffed together. Apparently, Ely and Kaphirez weren’t the only ones who didn’t want to get separated. A gray squirrel woman kneaded and suckled her left breast, while a capuchin monkey girl kneaded and suckled her right. Kaphirez and the mouse girl both cried out in pleasure at once, both of their pussies suddenly leaking into the mouths that devoured them.

Hungry muzzles had taken Ely’s tits, anus, and pussy by then, but she didn’t even look down at them. She looked at the very tall, muscular, breastless crocodile woman standing above Kaphirez with her arms crossed and her foot tapping, obviously claiming the lemur as her own. In accord, no one reclaimed that territory when the mouse, ferrets, squirrel, and capuchin left.

The crocodile woman gave Ely a come hither finger and then pointed at Kaphirez. Ely nodded, got on her knees, and climbed atop Kaphirez, their nipples pressing together. The HellGuardian’s eyes opened, truly glowing this time. She glared at Ely with the most violent, ravenous, and plain evil face Ely had ever seen or imagined. Her tongue lapped at her muzzle, slobbering freely. This didn’t scare Ely, but instead incited her to shove her muzzle against the lemur’s, sucking Kaphirez’s tongue into her mouth. They slurped each other’s salivas down their throats, making Ely’s skin tingle.

A huge scaly hand grabbed Ely’s ass and shoved it down—the crocodile, of course. Ely obliged and pressed her crotch against Kaphirez’s. The hand guided Kaphirez’s erect pseudocock into Ely’s dripping pussy and shoved it in, making Ely yelp into Kaphirez’s mouth.

Kaphirez began to fuck Ely even harder and faster than he’d done to Carlene. Ely thought getting fucked as a female would be similar to taking it up the ass by Marcus, just with many times more tactile sensation, but it was inexplicably different. Scaly jaws and massive teeth clenched tight around Ely and Kaphirez’s sexes, and a thick, pancake like tongue slathered over them as they fucked—the crocodile again, of course.

Muzzles and paws came and went as Ely, Kaphirez, and the crocodile continued their three-way. Even Ely began moaning in pleasure, eliciting Kaphirez to moan back. The familiar feeling crawled its way through Ely’s pussy, but it was a bit different. It was more achy than tingly, and throbbed a little less.

Ely cummed first, sighing long and deep as her sex released its fluids into the crocodile’s maw, eliciting a rumble from her belly strong enough to vibrate the breasts of both Ely and Kaphirez, making them both squeak. The feeling of squirting was bizarre to Ely, and she hadn’t words to describe it.

Kaphirez was next. She growled as her pseudo-cock filled Ely’s pussy with fluid. Ely tensed, thinking Kaphirez had just pissed inside her, but the fluid was so thick and sticky that it had to be something else. Then Ely noticed the heat. Kaphirez’s juice was hot, boiling hot, hotter than that even. It was like molten aluminum inside Ely’s pussy. But unlike the boiling hot shower, it didn’t damage Ely’s skin or sex. The harmless burning instantly send Ely into another orgasm, which she didn’t even bother timing. Doing so would be pointless anyway, with how long it lasted. So long and powerful was her climax that Ely’s vision went pure white, and she completely lost all proprioception.

When she finally calmed down, Ely reached a paw back to wipe up some of Kaphirez’s slime as it leaked out of her and brought it back to investigate. So similar it was to male cum, how it stretched into strings as she spread her fingers, except that it was less opaque. It was more like male precum, except that it had gushed like a hose from Kaphirez’s pseudocock. The lemur demon broke their kiss and took Ely’s sticky fingers into her muzzle as the crocodile woman sucked the rest of her sticky fluid out of Ely’s pussy.

When the crocodile had released them, Ely and Kaphirez sat up and watched her lick her snout and fingers clean. They glanced at each other, and then leapt atop the giant woman, who roared in surprise as they knocked her over.

The crocodile’s strength must have been far greater than even Ely’s as a male, but she didn’t resist. She rumbled her chest again and gripped Ely and Kaphirez’s heads tightly. Kaphirez wrapped her jaws around the crocodile’s snout, teethed her scales, and licked her nostrils. The crocodile wrapped and rewrapped her enormous, pancake like tongue around Kaphirez’s snout. It was closest the two of them could truly come to kissing, but seeing it, Ely found it hotter than any kiss.

Ely crawled back and dove down into the crocodile’s slit. It was easy since Ely had her enormous tail to lie on. Digging through the reptilian slit, Ely found two holes inside. Quickly remembering that crocodiles had cloacae, Ely shoved her tongue inside the top hole, which had to be her pussy. And it was the best tasting pussy Ely had experienced so far, like steak juice.

Before they knew it, paws and tongues began exploring the bodies of the three females. So many digging into their fur and scales, gnawing on their extremities, grabbing their tits, and sucking their pussies and assholes. None could keep track of any of it. Ely cried audibly the whole time, and cummed twice more.

Eventually, the hardest rumble of them all rattled Ely’s very bones, and a stream of salty steak juice squirted into her mouth. It spilled out of Ely’s jaws onto the crocodile’s tail, and Ely lifted herself slightly, allowing it to soak into the fur of her breasts.

Ely sat up on the crocodile’s tail with a mouthful of her cum and took a deep breath, only to be met with Kaphirez’s muzzle, greedily sucking it out.

Ely and Kaphirez stood and walked away as paws and tongues slid across them. They looked back to see a dozen smaller furs pile atop the crocodile woman. Looking back, they slid through the wash of gropes and licks, looking for a new victim. Kaphirez grabbed Ely’s shoulder and pointed toward her target, a little teenage chinchilla girl squatting over a middle-aged scarlet macaw woman who massage the chinchilla’s pussy with her beak while other females passed by giving gropes and licks.

As they approached Ely reached both arms out, grabbing anything soft they passed by, a breast, a thigh, an ass, a pussy. Several mouths briefly sucked her fingers.

At last they stood over the macaw, who looked up at them with disappointed eyes, but nodded in resignation. She crawled out from beneath the chinchilla and pushed herself to her feet looking for another partner.

The chinchilla looked up and eeped at Ely and Kaphirez, who gave her predatory grins with dripping fangs. Before the chinchilla could react, they were both on top of her, pushing their muzzles against either side of hers, pushing their tongues in her mouth and competing over hers. They forced the chinchilla onto her back and grasped either side of her pussy in one free paw each. All tension left the chinchilla, and she submitted to her attackers. As they continued assaulting the chinchilla, groping paws and licking tongues slowly collected over their bodies, many briefly paying heed to their cunts and assholes, quickly to be replaced.

That’s how it went, for hours and hours. Ely had long, long ago lost count of how many time she cummed, or how many naughty bits her mouth and paws had been on, or how many mouths and paws had been on hers, or how many times she'd sucked Kaphirez's pseudo-cock to suck down the clear, burning hot slime that tasted like sweet-tarts. By the end, her body was dripping from head to toe in feminine juices, and she wandered aimlessly with Kaphirez, always getting more.

After what had to be longer than an entire day, fatigue had overcome Ely, and she fell asleep in a mass of fucking female bodies.

—Scene 4—


Twelve hours later, perhaps, a wet nose tickled one of Ely’s footpaws, and his body flung upwards, teeth and claws bared. His curious audience dashed back and piteous cries echoed all around him.

Ely calmed, stood, and looked down at himself. He was clean and dry, but still naked. More importantly, he was a he again. He sighed in relief knowing factually now that Kaphirez told him the truth.

He looked around, seeing bodies quivering in the shadows and stars above. For a moment, Ely believed he was still in the cosmic orgy. But the painful cries around him were the only sounds, their cowering owners the only living things, and the air smelled crisp, clean, and foresty. It also smelled like wolves.

Ely looked around him. He was in a snowed in conifer forest. But behind him, a near kilometer long, hundred meter wide, white stone bridge with the most elaborate gothic spires and arches crossed a great canyon to a castle of white stone so large that he could not see beyond its borders or height from this close.

CastleVania. He was home. Perhaps he had been automatically shunted away from the lesbian cosmic orgy when he had turned back into a male. ‘Don’t speculate,’ Ely told himself. ‘Ask Kaphirez next time you see her. And don’t forget to ask if she’s familiar with autism.’ Ely had an awful lot of questions that needed to be filed away for later. Beyond those, the only thing left to discover was why these wolves were cowering so brazenly in his presence.

He looked at the quivering bodies in the shadows and counted six of them.

“Why are you all crying like that?” Ely asked.

His words only made the wolves cry louder, as if they were being tortured.

‘Please don’t punish us!’ They all seemed to say in unison. ‘We’re not worthy of your presence! We never should have approached you in your sleep. We couldn’t help it. We’ll do anything for your mercy. Anything!’

Ely shook his head. “The fuck are you talking about?”

‘We’re not worthy to be in the presence of God!’ they spoke.

Ely shook his head harder. “God? You think I’m God?”

‘You created this land of CastleVania,’ they said. ‘The land of infinite plenty you allowed us, the unworthy, to inhabit after death.’

“Let me see you,” Ely said.

The tortured screams returned, and lasted for some time before they stopped. The figures, lying flat against the ground, inched their way forward from the shadows of the trees until the starlight revealed them to in fact be nonev wolves. As soon as they showed themselves openly, they turned around, showing their back-ends, tails between their legs, and laid flat against the ground, covering their heads with their front paws. The nonev wolf Kaphirez spoke of, who wanted Marcus, the ‘guest of god’, to fuck her must have been one of them.

‘Please, God!’ they spoke into Ely’s mind. ‘We can’t face your direction! You’re too magnificent! We're too worthless!'

Ely sighed and face palmed into both of his paws. Teaching these wolves better than this was going to be a pain in the ass.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Elysia and Sipha, part 5", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "2", "name": "Nudity", "description": "Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "3", "name": "Violence", "description": "Mild violence", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" }, { "content_tag_id": "5", "name": "Strong Violence", "description": "Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "11", "views": "403" }