A week…

It had been an entire week since it happened. Aamon had snapped out of his fog to find himself with an abnormally large cock and swollen balls, with Tina’s cracked horn resting over his cock. He hadn’t wanted to believe it, he didn’t want to believe it, but there was no getting around it anymore. Tina was gone. After running through the house, searching for her, calling her friends, calling all of her business contacts, he had come up empty handed. No one had seen her, no one knew where she was and no one knew what had happened.

Despite being party in her disappearance, even Aamon wasn’t sure what had happened. He had been on his way back to the living room when he’d suddenly blacked out, and when he came to… Aamon sighed and rested his head back on Tina’s pillow, his eyes a little red from the tears he’d shed. The house was so incredibly lonely without Tina in it, even this huge bed felt colder without her in it. It wasn’t just losing her that bothered him, it was also the fact that without her, there was no way to continue to afford this house. Tina paid all of the rent herself, with him mostly being her personal fuck toy in exchange for food and lodging. It was an arrangement he was happy with, and now, now it was all going to be taken away from him.

He sighed a bit and checked the clock on the wall, fifteen minutes till. He’d better get ready. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and got to his feet, making his way into the bathroom to wash up. Once bathed, he put on his customary tight leather pants and his top, heading over towards the nightstand beside Tina’s bed, where sat her cracked horn. He picked it up as though it were made of glass. He sniffed a bit and nuzzled it before moving to grab his handbag, sliding her horn into it.

After making his way outside, Aamon flagged down a taxi and rode in it to the town. He had set up an appointment with a local lawyer to see if there was anything that could be done about the financial situation, maybe catch a break from the government to let him keep the house a bit longer. Though, on reflection, he wondered if perhaps it would be better to move out now. There were a lot of painful memories in that house for him now. The only thing that put him off of doing so was the prospect of living on the streets. The rent in this town was pretty high and it had been the reason he had been looking to share the expenses with someone. He’d gotten lucky with Tina and now...he doubted that he would be so lucky again. He’d need to start looking for a job soon to try to make ends meet. But one of the things that really got to him was that...well… he felt like he would be betraying Tina if he did move out, despite her current condition.

Once he arrived at his destination, he looked up at the building and contemplated actually going inside. Despite the existence of demons in the world, there were many holes in the law and rules regarding them. Mostly because of how few of them there were in the world, and because of how hard it would be to control them. A seed of doubt sowed itself within his mind as he thought that he may just be wasting his time, what could the law do for him…? He stared down at the cracked horn he had brought with him, and steeled himself. Immediately, his doubt was uprooted as he thought that he owed it to his former friend and lover to at least try. Otherwise, she might just end up haunting him for being a coward. In a way, he kind of hoped that she would haunt him, at least he’d be able to see her....

As he entered the room he was told to find, he found Gabe, the law firm’s owner, rummaging through a stack of papers. When he closed the door, the fennecat looked up and smiled, “Ah, I’m assuming you’re Aamon? You must be here for your appointment.” He handled the paper stack off of his table and set it aside, clasping his hands together. “So, what can I do for you today?.”

Aamon stood for a second, a familiar scent in the room making him pause. ‘Watermelon.’ The scent of the candle on the desk was so familiar to him and called back so many pleasant memories about Tina that he momentarily forgot where he was and what he was doing here. It was only after the lawyer before him called out his name once more did he wake up from his stupor and took the seat in front of him, setting the discarded demon horn in his possession on the table, “I-I’m sorry, I… do you know about any laws about possession or something like that?”

“Possession…? I’m sorry but, do you mind giving me a bit of context for this? And um… this?” He gestured to the large horn in Aamon’s grip. 

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Aamon nodded as he began recounting what had happened to the lawyer. At least, what he was able to remember. Throughout his explanation, his body squirmed and his shaft threatened to harden out of sight, talking about the intimate moment that he and Tina were supposed to share with a stranger was equal parts hot and completely embarrassing. He kept going up until he reached the part where his memory seemed to go blank, a classic symptom of possession. Gabe listened intently, nodding as the demon explained and blushing as Aamon finished.

“...and when I came to, this was all I could find.” Aamon handed Gabe the cracked horn that should have been attached to Tina’s head and the lawyer held it, looking it over with a flush coloring his cheeks. A silence followed as the fennecat processed his words. He brought out a law book, skimming through the pages and looking through anything that could serve as a reference for the situation. Demons were a small minority of the population and were bound by a different set of rules than most people would think. While it was true that they still answered to the law, there were provisions that were put in place to account for culture, natural law, and their unusual powers. The only thing he could find in his book that could somewhat answer this was a reference to a previous case where a contract had been violated due to a possession, but it didn’t seem applicable here. After a few minutes, the lawyer set the book aside and sighed.

“I-I see… well, that’s… quite the tale.” The lawyer dejectedly spoke as he inspected the horn in his hands. “However, I don’t think there are any concrete laws regarding possession. I’m sorry...” 

It was then that a lot of things happened all at once. Aamon, having heard what the lawyer had said, looked down at the candle on the table between them, nodding sadly. He had thought that this might have been the case, but he had hoped it wouldn’t be. The scent of the watermelon candle tickled his nose and he was reminded of the times when Tina used to swallow watermelon’s whole as a quick breakfast, his cock hardening in his pants at the memory in spite of himself.

Unknown to either of them, a dark spirit was floating around, passing through walls and seeking out Aamon. Howard had been following his antics for the past couple of days, after he had gotten his most recent prize settled back home, and now he was trying to find the little bat demon. He had been looking forward to this for a decent bit now and now, he’d finally have the chance to finish what he started.

He followed the trail of Aamon’s spirit through the city to a law firm he knew all too well and a giddy excitement filled him. This was perfect, he’d be able to rub out that little imp and have some fun with his favorite fennecat at the same time. He licked his lips and flew in through the wall of Gabe’s office, arriving in time to hear Gabe apologize to the bat demon who was looking at the candle in front of him, mmm, this was perfect. The spirit of Howard flew forward and straight in through Gabe’s back.

He expected that with all he’d done to Gabe that the fennecat would at least recognize the feel of his presence, but if he did, he didn’t show it. Taking control of Gabe proved to be trivially easy, the fennecat’s body going rigid as Howard flowed through his body like a poison. Once Howard was fully settled, his powers began to warp Gabe’s body, his teeth changing shape to match Howard’s own, Gabe’s tongue elongating and becoming lithe, his grin expanding and becoming wide, sadistic, and alarming. Gabe’s eyes began to glow yellow, his tongue taking on the same yellow tone.

While this was happening, Aamon had his eyes focused on the candle in front of him, lost in his own world, thinking back to the times he had spent with Tina and missing her so much. He was called back to the world by Gabe chuckling, the fennecat speaking in a voice that seemed somewhat different, “Yes, I’m sorry...sorry that I didn’t get around to eating you sooner!” He opened his mouth wide and Aamon felt his butt leave the seat, his body floating up into the air by some unknown power as he was floated over towards the open mouth headfirst.

“Ahn, what…?”

Aamon didn’t get the chance to say much more as soon, his head was slid neatly into that open mouth, the jaws of the hunter squeezing around him as Gabe/Howard gulped, pulling Aamon even deeper inside. Despite his surprise, Aamon knew immediately where he was and where he was going and his cock was rock hard in spite of himself. He had thought that only demons like Tina could eat someone, because they were so big and magical, but here was this fennecat doing something he thought impossible and his body responded accordingly.

He squirmed a little, that long tongue sliding over his head and neck as he slid into the throat, the tight fleshy walls squeezing to him. He could feel the button’s of Gabe/Howard’s shirt burst off him as the huge meal passed by, the bat demon very quickly up to his waist in that maw, his cock bulge touching Gabe/Howard’s jaw. The possessed Gabe chuckled and licked this bulge a little, tasting his pre through the fabric before opening his maw a little wider, beyond what it should have been able to, pulling in Aamon’s hips next.

He threw back his head and swallowed, Aamon’s legs sliding down the fleshy passage with the aid of gravity. The fennecat’s belly swelled with its meal, pushing the table back a couple inches and bursting more buttons off of his outfit as the bat demon prey came to its final rest, right in Howard’s stomach. Gabe/Howard licked his lips, moaning at the taste of his meal, dropping the cracked horn down onto the floor, “Mmm...delicious.” He continued to rub his belly, which gurgled and groaned, preparing to digest the meal it contained.

Aamon couldn’t believe what was happening. The stomach walls surrounding him seemed almost surreal and if he wasn’t covered in warmth from them, he would have believed that he was being haunted by a vision from Tina or a rogue memory from when she wasn't a massive pile of seed. However, the warmth stayed, followed by a faint tingling sensation on his skin as the walls around him massaged his body. Gabe really had eaten him, somehow floating his body in the air and forcing him down his throat. He would have struggled, if he hadn’t remembered Tina. He was motionless, closing his eyes as his mind began to rationalize his demise as due punishment for his part in killing his friend and lover.

In the outside world, Gabe/Howard rubbed over his bulging gut and watched as his prey’s struggles ceased. He let out a laugh as he got up, the possessed fennecat stretching as he did. “Mmm… that seat’s way too cramped for my liking… where oh where could my cute little tush rest while I churn you into Gabe’s ass~?” He taunted the demon in his stomach as the spirit searched through the lawyer’s mind. “Ahhh! A staff lounge! My, my, that is one comfy looking couch~ It’s perfect!” Gabe/Howard smiled as he exited the room, walking through the firm as the other employees watched, eyes wide as they looked back at the fennecat’s empty room. They noted that lack of the demon that walked in and looked back at the big-bellied lawyer, prompting the possessed fennecat to smirk, “If I hear a peep from any of you, you’re joining him on my ass~” Where normally a threat like this wouldn't have meant much, everyone who knew their boss knew that he did not have glowing yellow eyes or a demonic grin. Realizing that this threat was likely very real, everyone turned  back to their desks, frantically working to distract themselves from the murder taking place.

Gabe/Howard chuckled as he continued to walk to the lounge, his particular announcement garnering the attention of a certain cat. 

James, one half of an entity known as James Howard, employee and acquaintance of Gabe, looked up in time to watch as the possessed fennecat strutted along with his distended, gurgling belly, his announcement rubbing the cat the wrong way and alerting him to look closer. “Those eyes… that attitude… the belly, for godsake!” He grumbled, squinting his eyes as only one person came to mind. “Howard...”

As Gabe/Howard approached the staff lounge, he chuckled to himself as he rubbed his gurgling gut, “Mmm… I’m gonna need a quiet nap now to digest you…” The possessed fennecat let out a yawn as he opened the door and slipped inside. “This place should be quiet enough…” He looked out through the crack in the door, his eyes momentarily meeting James's eyes, more than confirming who it was to him before the door slammed shut. The possessed fennecat giggled to himself as he massaged his belly, prompting it to gurgle louder and work harder in breaking down the demon within.

James himself was not going to sit around and let Howard get away with this. While serving as his vessel in a vain attempt to control Howard, he'd been made to rape so many...the upside to this scenario is that Howard put himself at a disadvantage like this. In spirit form, he had limited access to his powers. 

Rolling his sleeves up, he marched over to the staff lounge, growling to himself, "Oh no you don't, not this time!" He wrenched the door open and swept inside. Howard jumped a bit, looking back at the intruder as he was half bent over, making to drop onto the lounge couch. He tried to straighten up and said, "Oh, hi there James…"

James glared at Howard, possessing Gabe's body, stared at the swollen, squirming belly which groaned and gurgled gently. Howard could normally digest prey quite quickly, but when possessing a non demon like Gabe, he'd need more time. There might still be a chance to save whoever it was he'd eaten. A faint blue glow began to build around the cat’s fur as he marched over towards Howard.

Howard stepped back, looking slightly nervous as he asked, "What are you…?" A bit of realization dawned in those yellow, glowing eyes as he said, "Wait…"

James stepped closer, the glow becoming more pronounced and making Howard shrink back a bit as he said, "This...this isn't what it looks like…!" He knew it was pointless to try and bullshit his way out of this, as he obviously had eaten someone while possessing someone else. Desperate, Howard attempted to dart past James, making for the door. He didn't want to lose his meal or the effect it would have on Gabe. James was faster however, and caught him with an outstretched arm, shoving him back. The glow around him spiked and he punched Gabe/Howard in the stomach, just under the bulge.

The hit affected Howard more than Gabe, the possessed fennecat partially doubling over, shocked. Howard tried to recover, but before he knew what was happening, James was behind him, grabbing him around the belly and compressing, his energies forcing the prey bulge up. Howard struggled, clasping his hands over his mouth and holding on as Aamon's head traveled back up his throat. He whined as the demon’s furred head pressed against his teeth, the powerful urge to heave out his prize increasing by the second as James repositioned his hands and squeezed again. Finally, Howard couldn't take it and he released his hands from his mouth, sending Aamon tumbling out onto the floor, slimy and a little singed, but otherwise fine.

Coughing, Howard gasped for breath before being thrown back. Unbalanced, he took the moment that James used to move Aamon out of the way to recover his balance. He glared at James but that glare melted into fear as the empowered James rushed at him, fists balled. Knowing exactly what was coming, Howard shrank back and squealed as James punched him square in the chin.

"Agh! Not in the face! Ouch!" Howard was punched again from the other direction, and before he knew it, empowered punches were raining down against his host, punching not just Gabe but the spirit of Howard as well. Unable to weather the assault, Howard returned Gabe's body to normal and swiftly left it, fleeing for the door. James took a swipe at the exposed spirit of Howard, who willed the door open and fled out into the building before escaping back outside.

Now that he'd expelled Howard, James stopped punching Gabe and let him fall to the floor as he moved over to check the demon he'd rescued. Aamon was awake, though clearly traumatized. He seemed unaware of the rescue or the fight that had happened. Sighing, he checked Aamon's pockets for his wallet, finding it and his address, he slid his hands beneath Aamon and picked him up. He carried the demon bridal style out the open door and as he did, Aamon seemed to recover a little as he asked, "What happened…? Where am I…?"

James glanced at him and shook his head before saying, "Don't worry about it… I'll take you home." The staff looked a little relieved to see Aamon as James carried him past cubicles and to the elevators, taking him down to the parking lot where his car was parked.

As he loaded him up into his car, Gabe, bruised and scuffed up staggered out of the employee lounge, looking supremely disheveled as he said, "One step at a time, Gabe...one step at a time…"