"Is it really that time again?  So soon…? My stomach feels like it's going to burst… This is too much, even for me…"

My gaze averted to the left and the right of the room I was in.  It was a bright room, but coming out of the daze I'd been in didn't help me to adjust to it as quickly as I normally would.  A twinge bit at the back of my skull, like that of what a crow does to an ear of corn; slowly twisting and biting at the three spines jutting backward from my skull.  I couldn't move my arms, legs, tail or neck at all.  I feared paralysis, but it felt as if something was keeping me positioned so… slowly my vision cleared to see that of a rather large, rotund and beefy - yet strangely unfamiliar - skunk standing just a few inches away from my face.  Two pointed mephit ears flicked from time to time as my fluttering eyes finally came into full focus, that twinge starting to subside, albeit very slowly.  A large, black nose set into the middle of fuzzy black facial hair; those two beady, glimmering eyes inset in their eyesockets; one word came to mind…

"Dauven!"

Still immobilized, I struggled a little bit to break whatever was keeping me chained down - which turned out to be exactly that as the unique ring of steel against steel rattling together reached my eardrums.  A band of gleaming metal ran around the length of my right wrist, as did the symmetrical opposite.  The cold metallic texture slowly came to light in other places too - one had been wrapped around the fat part of my tail, two around my ankles stretching towards the white and blue tiled flooring, and one around my neck as well, keeping it from moving… much.  The chains were taut, well-built and very sturdy (especially since they were keeping about seven hundred pounds of Tyranitar facing parallel to the floor!)

I coughed a bit as the surroundings came into focus as well, a trickle of blood running down my nasal passage while the pressure in my head built up again.  The walls were a dark yellow, and the ceiling had a single vent in it at the far side; a large ceiling fan with four lightbulbs shining brightly above the room's bottom.  A little pool of blood started to form on a tile, staining it deep red.  My nose twitched as I struggled to control the flow of blood, which eventually cleaned itself up. along with a couple more dry coughs that sent little splatters of blood to the floor below.

A silent chuckle came from the figure in front of my immobilized form.

"Dauv -- are you… laughing?"

Indeed he was; that big sack of chubby skunk flesh he was, despite the fact that I looked somewhat in pain.  My stomach churned for a sparse second, to which the skunk leaned down and flashed his big, glassy eyes into my own, that huge gut of his sounding like a jacuuzi after someone cannonballing into the water.

"You remembered."

"Of course I remembered, Dauv; help me, I can't remember anything that's just happ --"

I was cut off by the sight of a wooden blackjack in the skunk's right paw, hidden behind his back, just barely in sight from my position.  He cupped his left paw downward, lifted up my chin, then let it drop before spinning around once, his other paw striking me rather hard across the face with a loud *SMACK!*

"I bet you don't, bitch.  You're soooo gullible… you take everything at face value and don't give a shit about what happens, d'you?"

"You're not *cough* Dauven!  His accent doesn't work that way!"

Immediately I lunged forward a little bit, only to feel the chains keeping me tied down bounce slightly, shaking my entire frame back and forth.  The nosebleed had stopped by now with two dark strains of red blood cells down the front of myface.  I felt angry that something would impersonate my best friend in the entire world, unless it actually WAS my best friend in the entire world…

I knew the skunk all too well - he'd never pull something THIS elaborate to get his point across.  Innuendo was his strong point, and beating around the bush was his other weapon of mass destruction.  All in good fun, of course.  But to take it to the point where he had to knock me out?  I couldn't believe it at all.

"You could never be my boyfriend!  You can't be real, whatever you are…!"

"I'm not real, you dumbass.  If I were real, you wouldn't have to resort to escaping here every time you fail at something."

That hit me really hard.  It completely erased all traces of my questions that had come about by now - it attacked my very core values, beliefs, and personal treasures, all in the span of five seconds.

Was I really crazy enough to consult something beyond myself in order to cope with what I experienced from the day-to-day ritual?  

"I won't believe it.  You're real, and you're a doppelganger -- if I ever break these chains, you're a dead whateveryouare!"

"Meh, as if it matters.  Regardless, I need you for a while - someone's put a hit out on you, septic tank."

"A… hit?"

I spat on the skunk-creature's belly, to which he just replied with a small chuckle and took to rubbing in the gooey mucous that I'd exhaled into his stomach.  I could see steam rising off of it thereafter.  The creature walked around my right side and rapped on the side of my armor, a hollow *thunkthunkthunk* echoing through the walls of the room.  Those two words echoed in my head as well… someone wanted me dead was all that I could think of.  I didn't even consider the possibilities and what had led up to me being in this room - alone and scared with a creature that wanted to rob me of my life.

It continued to stride around my side, a dull skunkclaw dragging liberally across the length of my outer shell.  The smelly substances caked on it flaked off in dark green chips, shattering like glass onto the floor.  He continued to stride around until he'd reached my backside, that claw scraping against the much more tender and sensitive underflesh ensconced within that green tomb.  I didn't move for fear that the slightest movement might cost me even more than my life at this point.

"What are -- you doing back there!"

"Priming you, Vector.  You're worth much more than you know."

With that, a harsh *smack* rang in the room as his paw connected with my derriere; the pain shooting up straight to my brain cells, forcing them to fire off impetuous impulses right back downstairs, the lower half of my body going into a fit of pained rage.  The chains did a good job of their job, however, so it was more of a squirm than a thrash motion.  I looked between my immobile legs at a perfect replica of my boyfriends' manparts - a thick set of spheres hung generously from a thick and warm-smelling paunch, which steadily began to bloat outward.  That claw he began teasing me with only continued to do so even more, pressing at the entrance to my bowels with a single rough fingerpad.

"You see, where I'm from, we watch you mortals.  We enjoy watching you suffer, when you feel --"

He took a pause, and the next thing I felt I really wish I hadn't.  Two gashes appeared on my fleshy, bloated pucker as those dull claws suddenly grew sharp somehow and raked horizontally at my netherflesh, flicking dark red blood against the wall to my right.  The pain shot my lungs and vochal chords into submission, a long roar of AUGH bellowing out and quick little breaths of comfort trying to calm down afterwards pffting out of my nostrils.

"-- pain.  The pain is delicious, Vector.  And you're a special case… I plan on sucking out your intestines to sell their contents back home.  Your feces… it replicates itself… I've never seen such an interesting way to torture the new arrivals in hell myself.  And besides, it's a double whammy anyway - I get to deprive you of your most treasured asset!  But first, I need you empty."

The creature waited until I'd stopped hyperventilating to speak again, his toes covered in anal blood; that white paunch smeared thick with pulses of squirting life from my backside.

"You can willingly give me your intestines - all forty-two feet of them - and I'll be on my merry way… or I can vacuum you inside out and sell the rest of your body as a bonus."

Those two claws pressed into my bunghole again, then slashed downward, ripping open two more gashes and forcing another howl of terror and pain from my lips as well.  I didn't respond - either way I was screwed…  

A few moments passed as I blacked out; the pain becoming too unbearably harsh to bear anymore.  Limp and helpless, I dangled a few feet from the air, bleeding literally out the ass while entranced in a sleepless nightmare.  It had to have been an hour before I woke back up again - the pain in my backside had resided, and the demon was sitting in a simple chair facing backwards towards my lacerated form.  My eyes tried to focus, but the pain was too much for them to fully recover.  Every move I made seemed to make my butthole burn with the power of a thousand hunred-watt lightbulbs, and every time I did, it felt like a new expansion to that was installed and flicked on as well.

I'd awoken to something else as well - a large, clear tube that ran into the floor, attacked to my bleeding butt with a rubber attachment not unlike that of a large plug.  The demon in front of my face stood up again and moved around the chair, waltzed up to my face and began rubbing his unaroused sheath in my nose.  The flaky blood easily came off and got stuck in that white and dark-red fleshy set of life, barely distinguishable any longer.  Goddamn, if it didn't smell, too… And the stench got even worse as my captor began to get off to his little catch as well.  That sheath bloated again like it'd done before; a brown tip began to shift itself from the little hole in his dick covering.

"Oh god…"

If I weren't dreaming, and this really was real, I'd be astounded.  I was.  He'd grown to quarter mast by now, and in doing so had shown me literally how far he was willing to take this job - his shaft grew and grew until the smallish, not-yet-ready bulb of flesh had shifted against the side of my mouth.  It wasn't flesh that stole my attention; it was a dick that was completely formed out of poop!  The rolling flabs at the tip of his shaft gave way to a horrifically bulging urethral tube underneath, his sheath slowly coating brown as this gooey, clearish-brown substance smeared itself from around the tip of his shaft.  My will weakened on the spot.  If I was going to die here, best way to do it would be this, I figured…

But oh no, he wasn't finished yet.  His arousal fully peeking out now, he decided that his guise wasn't necessary anymore.  He rested his shaft between my eyes, leaving a smelly trail of whatever that gunk was as his shape contorted quite noticibly.  Those two broad feet began to grow, pressing inward as they took on hoof-like features.  His legs snapped twice as they grew upward, that fat gut displacing into massive muscles along them.  Digitgrade ankles formed where the anthro had left, kneecaps sliding into position as bubbles of muscle stretched down over his thighs.  His waist grew outward, stomach toned inward, and chest pressed into itself, pectorals twitching lightly above.  His fur slowly shifted from black to a dark brown, sharp talons jutting from the tips of his five-fingered hands.  Mephit face of reason now gone and replaced with one of the most grotesque faces I'd ever laid eyes on; two deep and red eyes inset into black flesh all over, a massive, humanoid jaw and thick, pointed ears from both earlobe and eartip.  I counted nine horns that twisted this way and that…  

"Jharuni.  Be so bold to speak it after this and you'll be on my dinner plate every night for eternity…"

He reached down, and instantly my armor began to boil, steaming hot over his digits that slowly caressed under my chin.  It felt like molten rubber began to drip over my flesh, singing and burning rather harshly, splatting in large chunks on the floor below.  He stamped his right hoof into the ground, the crevices of his poopdick spraying a lot of that same gunk between my eyes, forcing me to close them tight, for fear that the next thing he'd melt would be those…

And yet, I couldn't resist.  After all, I'd carved my sex life in a statue of crap; the only real thing that I got off to nowadays was the stuff… maybe this was a reminder of that.

The demon barked something I couldn't understand as his hips slowly pushed back and forth, rubbing his black balls up to my nose.  The funk that came off was absolutely wretched, and I retched from it so much that bloody puke came up from it.  My bowels sequentially pressed down on themselves, a machenic *whirrrr* coming from beneath the floor as I felt suction begin to pull on my rectal pouch.  I cried for the first time in months as I could feel my precious feces be pulled away from me so ferociously in large, fibery chunks, stretching and collapsing my slowly healing tailhole over and over again.  The brown dick on my face pulled away, all ten inches of the stuff, then jabbed against my gritted teeth, the structural integrity of it surprising as it didn't mush against my lips, but stayed solid.  The beast above snarled and pressed a claw to my uncovered head, only black, mushy and scaly flesh protecting my innards from this devil's wishes.  Out of fear, I opened my jaws; though that feeling quickly subsided once the somewhat familiar taste caressed my tongue's buds, each one squealing in delight.

For a moment, I forgot everything I'd just been through as the pleasure center of my brain hijacked everything else and took my body for a spin.  Slimy reptilian dick exposed itself once Jharuni began to thrust his pulsing wood into my jaws, stretching like a banana towards my stomach and dripping consistantly of the innards inside my slit.  My toes curled up, tailtip wiggling gently, and my anus relaxing as the demon had his way with my broken form.   About twenty minutes of that treatment went on, and I felt my stomach return to normal; the chains became a little looser as I returned to my original weight.  (It probably would have been beneficial to be a glutton before this…) 

"Poop harder, maybe the pain'll go away faster…"

I couldn't count the time after that.  The demon's ass was all I could tell time with; a slim and pointy tail hiked up high against the backside of my neck, curled around in a death grip almost while keeping my maw pressed into his taut, bubbly asscheeks.  I prepared myself for the worst meal I'd probably ever devour in my life…

My tongue squirmed against the demon's butthole as it gave out a warning so deep that it stung every inch inside of my maw.  This was one load I wouldn't be able to devour by myself, not alone anyway… it burned my mouth the instant he began laying his dung into the crevices of my mouth.  I simply gave a quiet moan, one of delight and one of donotwant at the same time.  It coiled and stank rather horribly, my sinuses assaulted as he was rather efficient at laying his coil inside me.  The turd had to have been at least as thick as my arm, so after about fifteen seconds of pure push, I had to chew and swallow.  My bowels felt almost empty themselves since the vacuum had been on so long, and the thick *sploshes* of the demon feces in my gut only gave my body a reason to want to get out of here quicker. A second mawful down, and I already had to go back for more - how deep did this bastard go?  The sting of his feces had been replaced by tolerance to it by now… 

"There, now that wasn't so bad, was it Vector?"

"Oogh…"

I watched my belly literally sway after he decided it was time to finish up, my lips caked over with feces that literally resisted my efforts to lick it off.

"I've got my brown gold, and you've got shit for bricks.  Win win scenario.  Just remember you're a septic tank, and not much else --"

I heard him gasp loudly and pause as his mouth went agape.  A bloody sword cleaved through his midsection with a sickly *schwick*, severing anything in its path.  I gasped myself as I watched him struggle for breath, the diagonal slice going from his upper torso to his right hip.  He peered behind and watched my savior with a grin on his face.

"You can kill a demon, Dauven; but you can't kill who we reside in.  Remember -- *hack* this…"

Jharuni's demonic blood splashed on the floor, splattering everywhere in the room, but mostly on my scaly hide.  The demon vomited a light bluish venom that sizzled against his flesh, boiling up and producing a rather unsavory smell that quickly arose from the room.  His face melted until there was just a set of legs standing in the room, a broken torso, and a bloodied skunk staring down at the floor, sword still in hand as he gasped for breath.

"Vec! Vec, meng; please… say something!"

"Nrhg…"

The skunk blinked twice, then gasped at the vacuum that'd turned itself up to maximum sucking power; which apparently had given my prostrate the time of its life as well.  Dino seed covered the floor, re-painting the originally white tiles the same color again.  Dauven pulled the plug out of my ass and gasped at the damage the demon had done to my rump, rubbing it gently before looking at the restraints coming from the walls.  The shackles themselves came off easily; but when you have someone else taking control of your body it's rather hard to figure that fact out.

"Vec… you need to lay off the fiber, man…" Dauv dismissing the fact as he helped me get to my feet after undoing the shackles one by one.  His paw held my stomach as it bubbled up the demon crap sitting inside of it, each heavy turd giving me terrible gas.

I didn't respond.  I didn't ask questions.  I just needed the company of my boyfriend… I summoned the last of what strength I had to lean up and wrap lips with the skunk, breathing that terrible breath down his throat.  My body pressed into his as arms wrapped tight around his frame.  I didn't want him to go.  I wanted to stay, but… I couldn't.  My body gave, and I passed out.

The last thing I heard was him calling 9-1-1…