"You know, detective, I can't help but feel this is
an opportunity to... experiment." Demona slowly marched towards the
transformed Fox, her hips swaying back and forth as she did so. Fox, for her
part, merely stared entranced at Demona’s breasts, her mouth parted and her
tongue darting out to lick a few droplets of milk that remained on her face.
Elisa grinned and climbed up a pile of rubble, shifting her massive ass back
and forth a few times to get settled in to enjoy the show. She lazily ran a
finger along her stomach, teasing herself as she waited to see what Demona
would do. “So Fox, you want more do you?”
“Yesssssssss…” Fox hissed, her eyes fluttering as she gazed at Demona like a
wanderer in the desert would look upon an oasis.
“I thought you were concerned with YOUR castle. Wasn’t
that oh so important?”
“Yes… no… no, it…” Fox trembled, her wings fluttering slightly as she struggled
with the new urges and desires that flooded her transformed body. “Please…”
Demona chuckled. “Oh Fox, when have you known to be so giving so freely?”
“Well, there was a few hours ago,” Elisa called out, “when you spread your legs
and let me-“
“Hush, sister,” Demona said, her tone firm but playful. She turned her
attention back to Fox, moving closer and closer to her like a shark on the
prowl. Fox did not move and Demona chuckled when her belly collided with the
transformed human, knocking her onto her back. Before Fox could get up Demona
lowered herself down, her breasts dangling just out of reach and her massive
belly pinning Fox’s legs to the ground. “I am willing to let you have more but
I think we need to make sure we are on the same page, as the humans say.”
“Please…” Fox whimpered, breathing in Demona’s musk.
“If you want more you must renounce your humanity and
embrace, now and forever, being a gargoyle. Your old life is gone and from now
till the end of time you will be of the Clan.”
“Yes!” Fox practically screamed. “I am of the Clan! Damn my human life and all
it help!” She tried to sit up to latch onto Demona’s nipple but the massive
gargoyle pulled away, causing Fox to whimper.
“And as you are new to the Clan you must understand your
place within it. My sisters and I are the alphas… we lead the clan and govern
it. You, little girl, are nothing more than a broadmare. You will hunt when my
sisters and I do not feel the need to do so but otherwise your sole reason for
existing is to produce eggs. You will allow the males to mate with you again
and again until you are so heavy with eggs you can not walk. You will lie back
and allow them to do as they wish, preparing them for my sisters and I decide
that we want our turn. Your reason for exisiting is to expand the Clan… do you
understand, beta?”
“Yes,” Fox said, ducking her head submissively, her need to taste more of the
milk shattering her strong will.
Demona slowly eased back and stared at the transformed
human. “Destroy the last of your human garments and prove, once and for all,
that you are ours!”
Fox ripped apart her clothing in a frenzy, tearing away her jacket and pants,
shredding her shirt and ripping off the torn remains of her undergarments. She
did not stop till she was completely nude and lowered herself to her knees in supplication,
head dropped to her chest as she waited for her alpha to command her.
“Never again will you hide your body behind clothing.
While my sisters and I may drape ourselves with stolen jewels or rich silks
should we choose to, you will revel in your nakedness and accept it as your
true state.” Demona rolled onto her back and waved for Fox to come forward. “Now
feed, little one… feed and grow.”
Fox ran up to Demona, allowing the much larger female to cradle her like an
infant. She latched her mouth onto Demona’s left nipple, the dark-skinned
gargoyle moaning in pleasure as the first beta of the clan fed from her and
grew bigger. It was slower than her own growth, Fox’s hard muscles fading away
into soft fat that the males would use to hold onto her as they coupled with
her. Demona looked over lazily as Elisa gathered several of the hatchlings to
feed while Angela fucked Broadway. The rest of the males would be up soon and
Demona was looking forward to making her new broadmare mate with all of them.
Yes… life was good.