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It began with a tease. Enough hint to daydream something was there. Draylen had known Niko harbored some strangely dark facet of hirself that compelled curiosity and he knew about the alter-egos of those in hir orbit from Rheoryn through to Niko's mate Doni, hirself. What coyote wasn't curious about some mischief or secret? So it began with probing off-hand comments about the way shi has with hir friends who turn up changed by hir presence. Or insinuations of how everyone hides a little devil in them and shi's no different. And shi grinned, but traded only placid offhand japes.

Until that is hir words took on different meaning in his private, second thought.

He'd nonchalantly repeat them to hir in hir ear shot while they socialized with friends at the local cafe, and shi responded with a gay laugh and another of their playful jests. But the more he thought on them, the more they seemed to be recalled differently, his waking recollections teasing as if spirits of their own; Almost goading him to come see for himself what the amber glint in hir mismatched eyes meant, or the way he only now recalled in mind's eye an intensity of hir stare like a jaguar in the blind, watching, focused... Had that been his imagination or recollection?

More often he'd bring them up, still cunning but less obtuse and more direct when no one else was in earshot. He knew a way into hir guard with his silver tongue after all; a coyote artist with cheek.  So the nightfox'd finally relent and confess hir sealed corruptive nature over tea and coffee, as if discussing the weather or a portfolio; Something pedestrian almost, nothing intense. And amidst more personal brushings of flank and side while the two quadrupeds indulged "Taursday", shi'd feed his growing curiosity about hir effect on others, not giving the whole picture. So that maddening voice of his (yet reasoned so like Niko's) in Draylen's imagination suggested he should clear an evening. ...Perhaps a weekend.

That'd be good time to spend with his friend and get to the bottom of this silly attraction of his that lingered after hir interactions with him.

What could shi do but relent to his wishes?

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"Just let it....hhhfff..." Niko's husky tone thrummed with compulsion but felt magnified in his ears, a full theater surround impact with the deeper subsurface whump of weighty haunches and plapt of plump crimson-furred taur balls thudding behind his. He sucked in a breath choked hot with churning body heat and made spicy with the ripe, decadent muskiness of wet sex, fur and friction. He could taste the tingle of pheromonal charge, and his vision's borders swam with color that manifested as flashes of daydream of what shi was doing to him, on him, making him feel as the demonvixen'taur fucked him into the damp royal purple duvet below.

Ever since shi wrestled him to a spooned sprawl, he couldn't escape hir clutches if he wanted to. When shi strained against his pliable rim and squeezed hir ebony black knot into the stubborn gate with a sodden plurp, where they tied then and there, he yelped excitedly and clamped hard behind the flaring bulb. He could only tremble in helpless pleasure as hir peculiar barbs combed and strummed past his prostate and milked his untainted seed forth in his first orgasm, denying him the reprieve of a refractory period by whatever power shi had ensnared him with. His body kept craving stimulation, was storing it for something. The coyote floundered in a roiling sea made of his own senses co-opted to feed the change happening inside, he could feel it even as hir cum poured dense, oddly balmy and spiking waves of sensation like fingers across a rug charged with static inside him! Shi was cumming, hard, and he was changing.

That voice that was his in his head uttered overlapping demands to 'give in', intermingled with flashes of visions to bolster this compulsion. And then he breathed out a quavering gasp, a short bark, and his second orgasm sank his resolve. Above his pinned ears outside the wall of fragrant crimson-furred vulpine breasts, that heady, panting chuckle chuffed.

"That's it...there it is." Niko's words purred in his ear, strained by hir mid-orgasm "Theerre you go, giving in to it." Hir haunches had slowed to give him that moment of exhilarating calm and just savoring the sense of his body changing, adapting. Now, shi began thrusting short, staccato jabs again. All that was needed, given his hopelessly-tied state. "So how does it feel?"

Shi knew of course when it happened. People came in a wild kaleidoscope of kinds, types, tolerances, triggers. Yet the feel was similar with all of them, when corruption finally took hold and ceased needing hir compulsion. It's when they desired it, when they craved what was happening and what they could have others experience... and what they fed back to hir fueled hir like precious mana. Shi was a normal mortal with a deeply carnal sin etched in hir flesh long ago, and its sharing was soul-glutting.

Draylen's every quiver spoke of sensations alien to him and coming from within that both alarmed and excited him. The wash of milky coyote-sperm staining the soft sheeting was as a testament to a lost second innocence, that of a separation from whatever corruption was consuming him now, marking a change.  His digits flexed, hips jerking in captive pleasure, and he breathed a shaky exhale while the fantasies shi whispered into his ear took shape and danced across his vision.  Draylen was seeing things only he wanted to see, to match the things shi made him feel. The corruption did the rest, creeping its lurid tendrils outside him gradually. He could feel his fur tint and flesh tingle where the tint spread. He could feel his heartbeat racing, and the lurid tingle that was his own increasingly-corrupted, luminous semen alter and jet from a shaft that was growing, thickening!

He could feel animal lusts being dragged to the front of the line and given a spotlight.
He could feel a desire to exhibit and use newfound potency he hadn't yet dared.
He could see himself growing beyond even this, figuratively AND literally. He could be...

He quivered, eyes darting as he saw what his inner whims wanted him to see and was thrilled. They had all weekend to sculpt his desires into reality and the slow road was just fine for Niko. Hir second cock was ignored enough; It was ready to swap with the first and further their fall into debauchery despite how much pungent kit-batter shi'd already spilled about their paws. Shi made sure nobody'd be coming to disturb them, and they wouldn't separate until shi was quite satisfied with his becoming. After all: shi could be a bit of an artist too...

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Draylen passed this luscious idea of just where his own corrupted form came from off to me and I couldn't help but have fun with it when he finally won one of my raffles. After all, I don't get shown "making" new sincubi (just incubi in his case) often. And believe me, the means is always a pleasure. :9

Taursday stream commish for Draylen featuring myself, in time for spookymonth. We might not be the infernal kind, but 'Fuck like a Demon' still applies...

Draylen Latrans by Draylen
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