title: Behemoth aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [QueenKyobi] id: [48864850] date: 星期三, 九月 14日 2022, 8:20:55 晚上 modified: 星期三, 九月 14日 2022, 8:27:38 晚上

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Behemoth

Author: QueenKyobi Source: Behemoth

Glrk. Glk. Glg.

It was the sound of the penultimate team member sliding from a cavernous muzzle and down into a massive throat.

Grgl. Splsh. Grrrrooo…

And, with it, the sound of the other three, already swallowed, thrashing around in the melt of a well-bulged stomach.

Alone, lost, and on his knees before a three-story royal purple male feline of a beast fittingly known as a behemoth, the mucky brown canine known as Layle released a low and defeated whimper. The creamy robes of his white mage attire blew back and forth as if they were in a gale due to the gale-like force of the behemoth’s tremendous breath. Even five feet away from it, the creamy brown fur upon his cheeks and handsome face couldn’t escape the humidity nor the spittle. His pale robe was soaked in a mixture of that and his sweat. There he was, an action figure in comparison to him. A speck before a huge pink maw and a throat in the midst of a swallow. If he looked closely enough, then he could even see the heels of their feet wriggling at the opening of his gullet.

But the Behemoth wasn’t advancing toward him. For some reason. Probably because he was nothing more than a tiny white mage, quite pointless without his team. Which gave Layle time to think. 

Time to think about how it shouldn’t have been like this. It was supposed to just be a quick trip to the dusty old catacombs not so far from the guildhall. Despite being a fairly low-level area, some of the beasties here occasionally dropped some decent reagents - so it was worth clearing the area every week or so. It wasn’t the kind of place where you brought your best gear or paid the most attention, however. So when the group had rounded a corner and ended up in a chamber that usually held a group of Flans but found that it held a truly massive example of a male behemoth instead…

… well, the group had fallen into a wild panic. All of them were high-level players who had fought plenty of behemoths in their time, but… not one quite so huge. They had never fought a behemoth whose forward-facing onyx horns were large enough to take a seat upon. They had never seen a three-story purple catbeast with a back wide enough to carry their opulent guild hall upon. They had never seen an ass big enough to swallow them, they had never seen huge swingin’ musky testicles that might’ve well have been wrecking balls, and, until recently, they had never seen what the dark purple insides of one looked like.

But it shouldn’t have been like this. Layle, as the white mage, should have been able to protect his team. Even if he wasn’t carrying his best gear. His spells should have kept them firmly out of the beast’s titanic jaws and most certainly out of the hold of the big purple boy’s presently swaying blimp of a stomach. But the aether had defied him. Every time that he had attempted to cast, his staff had refused to act as a proper focus for his restorative magics, meaning that he could produce little more than a healing sputter. And, beyond that, he should’ve at least been able to draw some of the beast’s ire away from his team. But no matter what he tried, the huge male had completely ignored him.

Which meant that something was wrong. Well - more wrong than the muffled sound of four people screaming and thrashing together in the throes of the early stages of complete digestion. Because the monsters that he fought always attacked him - at least once! How many times had he dodged immense paws or sharp talons? How many times had he felt the pant of a beast’s hot breath as it swung its wide-open maw toward him? How many times had he been in the shadow of a monsters’ plump rear with their gaping sex drooling right above him? Countless. 

Glk. Splsh. Grrrgh…

The sound of the final teammate making their way past the tight clutch of throat and ribcage. The sound of stomach straining as it struggled to pack Layle’s fourth and final team member within. The sound of the behemoth groaning as his knees buckled and the beast almost toppled down onto his big swaying gut.

Brrp. Crk. Grwlllll…

The sound of the behemoth releasing a loud and satisfied belch. The sound of stomach walls contracting around adventurer and breaking bones as the air left and acid vacuum intensified. The sound of the behemoth standing strong, despite his fat belly of prey. For some reason, though, he didn’t advance toward Layle. He stayed there, about ten feet away, filling the room with himself and his content, bellyful panting.

Layle hung his head down to the dirty catacomb floor and dropped his stare from the three-story behemoth before him. He decided that there was no point in unpacking the mystery of why the beast was ignoring him… because this was the end for him. The beast was about to add him to the bubbling batch of adventurer soup that was currently brewing in her guts. It couldn’t get any worse than this.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

The sound of metal boots hitting the floor with sharp confidence. Layle knew those footfalls well because… they were the footfalls of the dark knight, Stelo Oriax. A man who was not only a fellow guildmate but… also, Layle’s lover.

Layle lifted his head and turned it over his shoulder to face the Stelo in all of his grim glory. The slender male was dressed in full dark knight armor. Thick jet-black plate that had all manner of sharp edges and regal gold trim. The only thing that was uncovered was his face. Black triangular ears stood tall atop a brown forehead that lead down into a handsome white muzzle and cheeks. Bright blue eyes stared at the quivering white mage as he approached him, while a tongue of cyan flicked against his black lips. 

Layle breathed a sigh of relief… and, despite his predicament, couldn’t help but feel a surge of arousal. Something about his expression was very hot. And considering how Layle felt about the rest of him…

… well, he probably shouldn’t be thinking about that, even if his dick was. He needed to focus on the present. If he and Stelo were to act quickly, then they could save everyone from having to reroll. “Stelo,” Layle called to the male. “You need to help us.”

Stelo came to a halt about fifteen feet away from the behemoth and about five feet away from Layle. He tilted his head up toward the beast, lidding his bright blue eyes at it. If the beast was bothered by his presence, then, he didn’t show it in the least. “Do I?” the dark knight said with a smirk. “Why is that?”

“Because… well, you know there’s not supposed to be a behemoth here, Stelo!” the dog yelled to the fox in clear panic. “It must be a rare spawn, or a … or an event, or something…”

Stelo canted his head. “Or… perhaps someone summoned it?”

Layle tilted his head back toward the behemoth, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from Stelo. The huge beast was still completely pliant. Just like any called creature would be after following the summoner’s command. “Summoned it?” he said quietly.

“Yes,” said Stelo with a nod. “Perhaps I summoned it.”

Layle released a nervous chuckle. That was preposterous. “Why would you…”

The chain dog cut himself off as he came to a cold realization. This particular dungeon instance was locked to his guild, which meant, of course, that only people from his guild could enter it. Which meant that only people in the guild could summon within it. And, considering that there was only one person in his guild - Stelo - who was skilled enough to summon a behemoth, then…

“Why?” Layle suddenly croaked. “Why would you…”

Stelo smirked and folded his arms over his skinny chest, making dark plates clink together. “Because I wanted you alone, of course.”

“Alone?” Layle repeated, suddenly sounding quite broken. “But… but you have me alone all of the time, we’re…”

“No, no,” said Stelo with a wave of his hand. “Not alone like that. But alone for the next part. The bit that’s coming up.”

The bit that’s coming up. Layle didn’t want to know about that. Layle didn’t want to know about anything right now.

But maybe this meant that things weren’t so bad. Stelo had been the one to summon this titan. Layle had just assumed that he wouldn’t come back until it was done digesting everyone. But if he was here, if he was in reach, then…

… he just might be able to plead with him. The skinny brown canine of a white mage bravely turned his back to the panting behemoth to face Stelo properly. Wide eyes stared balefully at the dark knight as Layle lifted his forepaws and presented his palms in complete submission. “Stelo,” he whimpered after swallowing a heavy wad of anxious saliva. “Please. Please, just cancel the summon. Let them go. I can heal them, and then we can take this… this whole thing… somewhere else.”

Stelo ever-so-slightly tilted his head. “As you wish,” he uttered. Then, smiling cockily, he raised his hand into the air and snapped his fingers together dramatically.

A plume of purple smoke flared and exploded into life behind Layle, consuming the behemoth. Then, with a hot flare of pure mana, the smoke constricted around the behemoth, shrinking it down and transporting it into a crystal within the dark knight’s outstretched hand.

Layle’s heart gave a hopeful beat. The dog swung his head over his shoulder in a hurry, hoping to see a set of barely-digested companions behind him…

… but, nothing. Not so much as a scrap of robe. Not a single piece of armor. Not even a belt buckle or a single strand of fur.

Head swung back to the gloomy crystal inside of the dark knight’s hand. The behemoth - tiny and palm-sized and encased in dark glass - slumbered within soundly while its stomach busily processed four calorie-rich adventurers. They were being digested. Even now. The summoning crystal would only offer the behemoth safety… not what was within.

Layle quickly rose to his feet. With his heart hammering inside of his chest, he staggered a few steps forward toward the distant warrior, barely able to move out of shock. He was so close to this man. The two of them had slept in the same bed together. Hell, he was hard right now just from the sight of him! How the fuck could the dark knight do this to him? After all the trust he’d placed in him? “Stelo! Please-”

“Quiet,” hissed Stelo as he lowered his hand to admire the behemoth contained within his palm. “I did half of what you told me to do - since you’re so damn cute - so you really ought to be grateful.” An armor-clad finger reached out to stroke across the smoking crystal’s shiny purple surface. “But it has to end this way. It has to.”

Layle fell back down, unable to walk forward another step. As he landed upon his knees, he released a whimper and once more hung his head, arms and legs going utterly limp. “End this way?” he barely managed to say. “Why? I don’t understand, Stelo. Why?”

“You wouldn’t understand, Layle. You were never the sharpest sword in the shed,” sighed Stelo arrogantly as he tucked the summoning crystal - and Layle’s party - into a leather satchel on his belt, heartlessly and forever sealing them into doom. Then, with a flourish of his slender fingers, Stelo withdrew another dark crystal. One a fair bit smaller than the last. “So let me put it to you as simply as possible.” 

Confidence rolled over the dark knight’s handsome features as he proudly displayed the second summoning crystal to his ex-lover. Then, almost as if he were in regret, Stelo sighed. “Them? Fuel. You? Fuel. It really does pain me to break up with you like this, Layle, but…” Steel-covered fingertips pressed against the crystal, forming small cracks upon its dark surface. “But I need you for something. To be something else.”

In response, Layle immediately lifted his head from the dusty ground. As always, he was interested in what Stelo had to show him… despite the grim circumstances. His pale blue eyes swept over the crystal proudly displayed in the center of his palm. But his gaze didn’t linger there. The dog didn’t attempt to prepare himself by seeing what was within. He was too distracted. Because…

… Layle couldn’t help but stare at Stelo’s face. Toward fur-covered features that could only be described as regal. Toward his striking and well-defined muzzle where lips were set into a playful snarl and the tips of his sharp white teeth were visible. Toward dominant eyes of milky blue that was full of cold confidence and devoid of anything resembling pity. 

“B-break up?” the white mage suddenly whimpered as Stelo’s words hit him properly. He should have known that it was coming. The dark knight had, after all, just turned his entire party into a behemoth’s lunch. But, just as Stelo had said… Layle had never been the sharpest tool in the shed. Deep down, he had been hoping and praying that all of this would come to an end, that the two of them would just be able to go home. “Please, Stelo,” the canine whimpered brokenly. “Please-”

“Shh,” Stelo assured sardonically. “Relax. It’s time to see what you and our former companions are about to make!”

Layle’s view of Stelo’s face was cut off as the summoning stone was crushed in the cruel grip of his dark gauntlet. Black smoke exploded from the dark knight’s fist and swirled around him as the sharp sound of glass breaking filled the catacombs, tripling the sense of danger.

Running on pure survival instinct, a panicked Layle turned around on his knees and flopped over backward, putting himself in reach of his discarded staff. Hurriedly, he picked the wooden rod up and pulled it into both paws. He needed to prepare himself. Something was coming, and it could be coming from any direction…

… including above him. Layle gasped as his head shot up toward the catacomb’s high ceiling. Or, more appropriately, to the behemoth that had just been summoned above his head. Fortunately, it was smaller than the last. About the size of a small airship without its main balloon, rather than a fucking guild hall - but that didn’t matter when all of her fleshy weight was rapidly descending toward him!

Desperate, the white mage quickly muttered an incantation beneath his breath. Golden hexagonal plates formed and swirled in the air around him, thickening and bulking out into the size and breadth of dinner plates in a matter of microseconds. Separate at first, they quickly combined, colliding together to form a bright yellow barrier around his crouched body.

Just in time for the behemoth to land upon him. The golden shield sagged violently as several tons of muscular behemoth posterior hit it all at once, sending golden sparks shooting across the catacomb floor. A sound like a violin string threatening to snap rang in Layle’s ears as his barrier pushed against his back and he struggled to maintain his cast…

… straining knuckles were pushing through the fur on Layle’s hands, his knees were shaking as he struggled to remain in his crouch, and a low and pathetic whine was squeaking from a mouth that was desperately repeating the incantation for shell over and over…

… but the shield held. Against all odds, the shield held.

The white mage allowed himself a brief sigh of relief. But he knew that he couldn’t bask in the feeling for too long. He was far from safe. The first thing that he needed to do - even if he didn’t want to - was lift his struggling head and look up at the beast atop him through his barrier. The shell, aside from its golden glow, was effectively a dome of curved glass. Looking through it would allow him to see how the behemoth had landed atop him - and whether that could score him any tactical advantage.

As Layle lifted his head, though, he found that the behemoth had landed in such a way that it scored her a tactical advantage. Why? Distraction. Bringing his gaze upward scored him the sight of a gaping deep purple sex smearing and drooling steaming moisture against his barrier. It brought him the sight of a tight and sweaty onyx black donut of an asshole, one that was winking and fleshing with bone-crushing tightness before his very eyes. It brought him the sight of a behemoth who had fallen onto his barrier in the perfect position to straddle it with wide hips and people-sized thighs like his shell was a breeding mount.

Layle’s erection - the one that hadn’t gone down an inch since Stelo’s arrival - gave a strong and uncomfortable throb beneath his robes. Distracted by the steaming cunt that was smearing itself across his barrier as well as the big black pucker just above that was winking and tensing like it wanted to swallow him whole… the white mage’s concentration began to ebb. And his barrier began to sag.

Layle’s head fell to the ground as his cock pulsed in pleasure once again. Panting - and with the sight of huge behemoth sex and asshole burned into his retinas forevermore - the white mage bolstered his spell and strengthened his shield. This needed to come to an end - now. Before he got too distracted in his horniness and lost himself. Which meant that he needed to get the behemoth that was so blatantly in heat away from him. Which meant…

… he would have to try something crazy. There was a technique. If he pumped enough of his mana into his barrier, then it ought to explode. Which meant that the behemoth would be propelled far away from him. He would be given a chance to run. To turn tail and flee.

The issue was that Layle’s mana supply was… meager, to say the least. That, and he hadn’t tried this before. That, and he was currently distracted. He wasn’t sure if he had enough mana or confidence in him to produce enough force to push an ant away, much less a behemoth. Especially right now. When his terror was mixed with arousal and his arousal was mixed with betrayal. But he had to try. He couldn’t just give up. If he moved quickly enough, then he might be able to swipe that crystal from Stelo’s pouch and save his friends. If they weren’t all soup by now, anyway…

… but, first, before he could do anything gallant or brave, he had to get out from underneath this behemoth girl’s crotch. So, defiantly - despite the distraction, and perhaps because he and his arousal wanted to see those folds again - the dog lifted his head to face the drooling sex and gaping tunnel that was fit to swallow him whole. As his cock quite literally screamed at him in lust, he focused upon the thick beads of feral arousal that were dripping down the front of the barrier and attempted to push all of his mana outward.

Warmth filled Layle’s body as he desperately called to the aether for help. The barrier that surrounded him began to glow, turning from a translucent gold to a hot and gleaming white. Around him, it began to expand. The behemoth’s wide hips began to tremble as a result, her huge feline hind paws shaking on the ground.

As Layle forced his shell to expand, he could not only see the behemoth’s thick thighs and compressed sex quiver around his barrier but also… feel them. The protective spell was, in a way, an extension of himself, especially when he was pouring vast amounts of his mana into it. As a result, it felt as if those legs were lightly wrapped around his body, pressing against his outside edges. He could feel the juicy folds of immense sex that was blatantly in heat smearing itself on him from head to toe. He could feel the flex of her immense donut of a pucker flexing and winking as if it were wrapping around his skull and attempting to squeeze him inside.

But it was just a feeling. None of that was happening. Not yet, at least. Layle had to tell himself that. Repeatedly, over and over in his mind. Despite his strained mind, despite his weary body, despite the erection that was throbbing in his pants due to the intense sensation. He could do this. He could do this…

… or, not. The behemoth made even lustier by the barrier’s grind against her sex and asshole, bucked her hips down against the glowing surface of the shell as she was attempting to rut it hard. An immense shockwave blew through both the barrier and Layle suffered the force of her bone-rattling need. Thighs and ass and sex began to smear against the barrier harder, truly making it feel as if the canine were hotboxed in all of the steamy heat venting out from underneath that tail.

Somehow, though, Layle managed to hold on. But it was getting more and more difficult. Part of him wanted to relent because of the stress that his body was being put under, but… a larger part of him wanted to give in for the sake of lust.

And that part of him screamed when Stelo decided to speak up again. With everything that he was being put through, and with his vision utterly blotted by a firm surround of behemoth undercarriage, Layle had almost forgotten that he was there. “Still alive in there, right, Layle?” the dark knight suddenly asked. 

Layle could only grunt in reply, too exerted and aroused to even formulate words, much less speak them.

“Good, good,” Stelo replied lazily. “Well, don’t worry about talking anyway, there’s… not much that you can say to this. But, allow me to enlighten you a little on exactly what’s going on.”

Layle’s ears twitched into a half-perk as they caught the muffled ring of Stelo’s boots hitting the ground as he advanced toward him and the behemoth. “So, here’s the thing,” the dark knight went on with a voice full of eagerness. “Summons, as nice as they are… well, they lack loyalty. They’re only fit to serve you for as long as the spell lasts. Along with that, you have to carry so many pointless crystals around, and… oh, I’m sure you understand, Layle, I’m just so sick of it!”

Layle gritted his teeth. The white mage knew nothing of summons, so Stelo’s words meant absolutely nothing to him, aside from the fact that the sound of his voice was somehow more erotic than the steaming sex right in front of his face.

“Anyway,” Stelo sighed. “Point is, I want myself a familiar. But not just any familiar. I want myself a behemoth. One that isn’t inhibited by some boorish crystal. The issue with that, though, is that the behemoth breeding grounds are… highly hostile. A vast plain under a fierce storm that is perpetual. If you don’t get hit by a bolt of lightning, then you’ll be eaten by a hungry matriarch attempting to protect their cubs. Only the highest-level teams stand a chance there, and… well, it’s still not much of a chance. And you know I don’t like grinding, Layle. So boring!”

Both shell and the white mage casting it shook as the behemoth gave another hearty hump of her hips, sending thick juices splattering across the surface of the shield. As juices settled and began to drip down the bright holy barrier they quite literally steamed, as if she were attempting to show the tiny white mage within just how hot she was. 

“So I thought about it for a while,” Stelo continued as he came to a halt in front of the summoned behemoth’s face. Even though her maw was open, panting hot breath with the huge canvas of a big barbed tongue flopped out of her mouth all lustily, he wasn’t afraid. The girl wouldn’t eat him. Right now, thanks to the summoning spell, she was temporarily pliant to the dark knight. He reached out and began to stroke his hand gently over one of her forward-facing horns, making her murr softly in clear satisfaction. “Spoke to a few people. Read a few things. And I found out that there’s another way. A way so costly that most people don’t consider it. You see, Layle, a behemoth’s womb has a very unique ability. Not only is it fit to carry her cubs, but also… transform people. Which means… well, you see where I’m going with this, don’t you?”

Layle couldn’t reply, but, then again, he didn’t need to. Stelo knew that this appealed to him. He and the dark knight had spent countless hours going over their respective fantasies, and… well, his ex-lover knew full well that the white mage was more than familiar with the concept of transformation. Familiar enough that he had lusted over this before. Hadn’t he said something similar to Stelo once? About wanting to become his four-legged pet? He might’ve said that several times, actually - it’s just, he never thought that it would become a potential reality.

Stelo sighed longingly as he unequipped his greaves and slid off his pants, baring a nicely-sized and very erect cyan fox cock that had long escaped its sheath. Grinning to himself, he leaned forward and began to hump his drooling length across the deep slick furrow that ran down the middle of the huge feral’s tongue, slicking himself up with her saliva while giving plenty back in pre. His motions were as casual as his speech - enjoying himself while not putting too much effort in… though he still couldn’t help but moan a little as he felt her barbs rake pleasantly along his length. “I called this a break-up, Layle,” he sighed longingly. “But really, it’s more like… I’m reshaping you. Reforming you. Turning you into something better.”

A needy shudder rolled over Layle’s form as Stelo confirmed where this was going. He wanted this, but he also knew that this was his only ‘character’ in-game. His former teammates - now most certainly digested - would be very annoyed that they had lost their levels, their gear, and their fame. But he would lose it all. Unlike them, he wasn’t a character in the game. This was his life. His career as a white mage, his family and undigested friends, years upon years of accumulated gear and wealth. All of it would be gone. For the sake of becoming Stelo’s faithful familiar. Right now, though, it felt like it was worth it. After all. It was better than never seeing the dark knight ever again, wasn’t it? And, well… the idea of being squeezed inside of somewhere tight and wet, caressed and groped all-over before being reformed… well, there was a reason why the canine had been so hard this entire time.

Layle continued his weak fight, but he was so clearly upon his last legs. The hotbox of musk that he found himself in had only become more and more intense with every second. With the behemoth’s hips actively humping against the buzzing surface of the shield, it was now at a point where it was truly intolerable. Where every strained breath he took tasted like sour salt, where every smear of gaping fuckhole or flex of steaming pucker drove him wild, where her thick pheromones and pungent sweat were quite literally making him feel drunk. He couldn’t handle this. He knew that one more set of sweet words from Stelo would be his end.

“I’m sure you agree,” hissed Stelo as he humped forward hard enough to bury his length entirely in the behemoth’s wet muzzle, pressing his furred mons against her broad nosepad. Buried inside, the tip of his cock barely brushed against the entrance of her gaping gullet due to the sheer breadth of her hot maw. “Don’t you, Layle?”

The barrier sagged. Around a mouthful of cock, the behemoth groaned in disappointment as the surface that she was humping on became just a little less firm. And, within the shell that was already beginning to flicker out of life, a very needy canine whined. “Fine,” Layle said as bitterly as he could - so, not very, given his current state. In fact, the white mage almost moaned saying it. He wanted to be Stelo’s familiar. He wanted to be his pet, and his body knew that, even if his mind was only beginning to accept it fully.

“I knew you’d come around in the end,” Stelo said smugly as he withdrew his member from the behemoth’s maw. He shook his hips to separate the thick strings of saliva that still connected them. Then, he delivered a gentle pat to the behemoth’s snout. “Dispel the barrier, Layle. Let’s get on with this. It’s going to take enough time to reform you as is.” 

White mage gear began to quiver over the canine’s skinny body as he began the process of unequipping it and shoving it into his inventory. White hood trimmed red was the first garment to shiver out of existence, followed quickly by the white mage’s robe, leaving him in just his underclothes. Then, in his haste, the wolf hurriedly unequipped his staff…

… which caused the barrier to dispel. The behemoth let out a confused grunt as the support between her thighs suddenly turned into nothing. Spread-legged, her hindquarters fell to the ground with a crash.

This meant that Layle - beneath those hips with his head perfectly beneath that gaping slit - suddenly found himself up to the shoulders in the very thing that he’d been staring at. 

The world turned to pinkish black as wet walls clenched around Layle’s head possessively. Whiplash rocked his neck as his body awkwardly flopped out of its crouch and belly smacked down onto the catacomb floor. It felt like ice in comparison to the molten heat that was squeezing at his skull. But he didn’t want to be a part of that cool and safe outside world. He wanted to be within the beast. Entirely. He wanted to feel her all around him, not just her steaming tunnel squeezing at his head or her feral juices rolling down his shoulders and matting his stomach.   

Stelo tilted his head around the behemoth’s maw to look at her backside. What he saw was Layle’s upper and lower body sticking out of it. His head buried and stretching out a wet and steaming vice while his hands worked blindly and frantically to remove the rest of his gear. He didn’t want to be consumed by her while he was clothed, after all - he wanted to feel every press of her cunt against him as she pulled him deep into her body to absorb. Strangely proud of his soon-to-be familiar, the dark knight couldn’t help but smile.

Layle’s expression, on the other hand, was one of great duress. Drawn in inch by inch as if the behemoth’s pussy were a pool of estrus-infused quicksand, the canine was still trying to remove what little remained of his gear. It didn’t matter if it were something as insignificant as a belt or a ring. But it was frustrating. He was blinded and smothered by behemoth pussy, juices were forcing their way into his mouth, and the article that he was currently trying to remove was his fucking boots. No matter how hard he tried, though, he couldn’t concentrate enough to remove them. Less than halfway inside of the behemoth, he was already losing himself.

Stelo looked down at the behemoth’s still-gaping maw - glanced at his cock that was inches away from it and slick with her saliva - and took a few seconds to simply bask in the low roar of her contentment. This particular matriarch had been in heat for quite some time, and she was clearly enjoying the way that her prey was stretching her. Despite this, though, she wasn’t rushing to slurp her meal down. Her hind muscles flexed slowly and rhythmically, taking him inside inch by sweet inch. The dark knight gently patted the front of her muzzle in gratitude - and then, with a smug sweep of his hand, he stepped away from her muzzle and started to walk down her side while brushing his fingers across it, petting her fine purple pelt.

The dark knight arrived at the behemoth’s backside. Nostrils flared as he took in the sour and bitter aroma that was the behemoth’s heat… and, with it, the bitter and pungent scent of her sweaty asshole. So thick in the air that breathing it through his mouth was almost like swallowing it. Goodness. No wonder Layle was acting so wild. The estrus, the pheromones, the sweat… all seeping into his barrier for as long as Stelo had been tormenting him. Smiling, the fox knelt and brushed his fingers across the back of Layle’s bare and fluffy thighs. “Relax. Let me help you out here,” he said as he grabbed onto the top of the white mage’s boots. “Besides. I wouldn’t mind having a souvenir. Of your former self.”

Stelo’s voice was practically inaudible in the tantric clench of the behemoth’s pussy, but… Layle’s drowned ears just about made out his soon-to-be owner’s voice. Something about relaxation. About helping him. About his former self. Words that made the canine relax. His hands - attached to arms that were mostly pinned against his sides at this point - went completely slack. His hips, still free, gave a pump and rubbed his needy dick across the floor, its burn almost comparable to the heat around him.

Stelo eagerly pulled Layle’s boots from his body, exposing tightly curled dog toes. He blew a warm breath over them, making them shiver. “Of your former self,” he says as he tucks the boots into his inventory. “Before you were truly mine.”

Layle, now completely naked, bucked out his hind paws as he was trying to kick Stelo in the face. More likely, though, he was chasing a farewell kiss from Stelo. The dark knight didn’t comply, though. Not because he didn’t want to - but because the behemoth gave a groan and a furious clench of her sex, sucking the relaxed canine in about a foot in one fluid motion. As Layle’s hips collided with the outside of the behemoth’s sex - and as his erect dick and full balls slapped against her heated underside - the dog began to struggle again. Not to free himself, or because he’d forgotten to remove a ring… but because he wanted to be deeper within.

The behemoth - either sensing Layle’s need or utterly consumed by her own - bent her knees just a slight and clenched again. Hips, balls, and dick disappeared with a pop. Layle’s body went stiff as toes curled again in bliss, harder than before.

The uninhibited dark knight had no issue in taking off the rest of his garb. Into his inventory it went effortlessly, leaving his sleek white form bare. As he stepped closer to the behemoth - and over Layle - he brushed a few fingers over distinct black star markings on his shoulders, grinning. “Ooo,” the fox giggled as he listened to the behemoth make a great moan of a roar. “Hear her, Layle? She’s loving you right now. Can’t blame her. Must feel amazing, having that hips and ass stretching out her opening.”

Layle heard the behemoth, yes. He heard her and he felt her, not only in that heated roar that rumbled through every inch of her body but in the satisfied squeezes that were now rolling over his legs as well as almost the rest of him. Just his feet stuck out from her well-gaped hole now. He attempted to kick and squirm to aid his entry, but… the behemoth was in control. He would enter her at her pace.

Stelo set his hands down upon the behemoth’s wide rump. His hands looked truly tiny upon her cheeks. There was enough flesh here to knead and massage at for days. Fingers pushed through her fur and dimpled her flesh, producing both a satisfied growl and an intense schlick of suction as Layle was taken into his knees. A gush of hot juices splashed onto the dark knight’s pale legs. “Ah,” he gasped. “Goodness. Must be like a sauna in there.”

A sauna that Layle was suddenly dragged into wholesale. Ankles disappeared in a slurp, and feet followed not long afterward. The last sign that Layle’s soon-to-be-former body gave to the outside world was a final curl of the toes. One that showed that he was finally satisfied.

The dark knight watched with a satisfied smile as his former lover - and soon to be pet - disappeared entirely into the behemoth. Hands roamed and squeezed over the behemoth’s rump as he lined himself up perfectly in the center of her rear. He grabbed the base of her tail and lifted it, baring a pucker that was sweaty and eager. “I know it’s uncomfortable now. But all we need to do now is get you inside of her womb. The process of rebirth is… much more comfortable than the beginning.” Then, bending down, he pressed the tip of his muzzle against the deep purple outside edge of her sphincter. Broad canid tongue brushed across it longingly, slurping up the taste of sour and salty sweat. “But don’t worry,” he sighed as he took another lick. “I’ll help her relax.”

And help her relax he did. As Layle lightly writhed against the opening of the behemoth’s womb, Stelo’s slick tongue writhed against the opening of the behemoth’s backside. Pushing into that donut to taste the thick and overwhelming scent that was filling his nostrils. Ever so subtly, as his tongue writhed good and deep, he could feel Layle’s movements pushing against his tongue through the behemoth’s heated back passage. The dog stuck within, attempting to shove himself through that cervix pointlessly. So eager to be his pet.

Stelo withdrew his tongue and gave a few final hungry laps across the behemoth’s asshole, reveling in its deep sweaty taste and squishy wrinkled texture. Then, impatient, throbbing, he brought his head away from the behemoth’s pucker. Huffing eagerly with one hand around his knot, and the other pushing down into her expansive rear, he began to push within that spit-shined sphincter. The behemoth’s larger rear meant that there was none of the usual resistance when it came to anal - but, at the same time, she was more than tight enough to milk him… and, thanks to her size, her back passage had plenty of that musky and fetid heat. But the real point of pleasure was that wriggling of Layle’s body. The way that he could feel every squirm reverberating into and against his prick.

The lusty dark knight sank into the hilt. His heavy balls slapped against stretched cunt. Testicles and sack brushed against the wet upper edge of the behemoth’s gaping folds and engorged clitoris, making her body shudder and hips roll in a wave of cock-milking delight. “Fuck,” whined Stelo as his knees buckled. If it weren’t for his grip on her ass and her grip on his cock, the dark knight might’ve fallen over.  “She’s tight, and she’s only around my cock. If this didn’t feel so good, then I might even feel bad for you, Layle. After all… it’s all of you inside of there,” he half-chuckled half-moaned as he began a slow but firm pump into the female’s rear.

A needy roll of the behemoth’s hips against Stelo’s thrusts send Layle rolling with a slick schlurp, rolling him over onto his back. As if the behemoth were tired of him attempting to invade her womb before she was good and ready, she clamped her walls down around his lower body, intensely stimulating his beating prick. Whether her clench was a power play or simply the girl following her instincts, the chain dog moaned. His struggling against cervix ceased as he pushed his hips upward into the air. As much as he wanted to rush… he could indulge himself in one last carnal act before his reformation. 

Both sets of male hips pump now. Layle, inside, struggling to even stroke his cock across velveteen insides… while Stelo, outside, worked that rear with confidence. As if he were showing Layle how it was done. The dark knight might’ve been small in comparison to the behemoth, but he knew how to rut. Every fervent push n’ pull into her tail-hole made the female grrrowl in delight as she was pushed closer and closer toward her impending peak.

Layle came. If his maw weren’t full of fluid, he’d scream in joy. Instead, he bucked his body against a cervix that was beginning to gape instead, signifying that he was done, that he was ready, that he wanted nothing more than this. Rope after rope of seed was fired into the tunnel and across his body. Plentiful, but… in comparison to the fluid saturating and surrounding him, scant.

Stelo, too, came. He wanted this moment to last forever, but… given his lack of patience, the noises that were filling his ears, and the suction on his prick… he couldn’t help himself. His orgasm was loud and voiced, a great and dominant bark to not only signify his seed flooding into the behemoth’s rear but to solidify his dominance over Layle. He grabbed onto her butt and pushed in deep, smacking cheeks with both hands as knot popped and clenching balls slapped.

And the behemoth - with both of her passages stuffed and filling with the seed that she-oh-so-craved - came too, completing the trifecta. But it was her orgasm that sealed the deal. It was her orgasm that made cervix gape and womb gulp. It was her orgasm that drew the dog inward with one final body-shuddering clench, taking him within her innermost sanctuary.

Stelo withdrew with a pop from the behemoth’s rear. Grunting, grinning, and shaking in his afterglow, he staggered backward, brushing his tongue across lips that still tasted like feral beast ass. 

In front of Stelo, the behemoth fell onto her side with a thoom, stretching dinner-plate-sized hind paws out and curling her toes in contentment. Visible in her belly was the outline of her bulged womb, so clearly stuffed with Layle’s barely twitching form. 

The dark knight, content and barely able to stand, eagerly plodded over to it and fell to his side. Arms reached out to embrace what was within as best he could, pressing his cheek against the ‘pregnancy’ bulge to nuzzle. “Now for the long part,” he coos gently to Layle. “Months upon months of conversion. I daresay I might miss you, but… well, at least I can take comfort in the fact that you won’t miss me.”

 Walls gave a gentle and comforting rumble around Layle as fluid began to trickle into his chamber, fluid that was thick and hot and paralyzing. The fluid that would eventually fill womb and surround the former white mage in his fetal position. The fluid that would serve as a cushion to protect his body from the outside world, to keep him warm and safe. The fluid that would slowly but surely make him fit for his new purpose.

“And, mm… comfort in the fact that, when we’re done, when you’re finally reborn anew… you’ll be my faithful familiar,” Stelo said as the gentle squirming against his cheek faded to almost nothing. “My adoring servant. My… perfect pet.”

Layle’s eyes closed. The intense heat, once stifling, was comfortable now. The fluid around and inside of him, hot and thick, was as much of a part of his body as the behemoths. Now a part of her, utterly and completely, he fell asleep.

“Goodnight, Layle,” sighed Stelo as he too closed his eyes. “I’ll see you soon.”