The Soulless Damned - Behemoth TF

Behemoth's the great beasts of the North, respected and revered by the people of the Planet as sacred creatures. They were the embodiment of strength and courage in ancient folk tales. Even being portrayed as being God's in some cultures and to kill one was punishable by removal and imprisonment of ones' soul through powerful magic. It was a punishment reserved for only the most despicable and distasteful of crimes. Such people were deemed Defilers by the mages. Each Defiler was imprisoned in a specific crystal, unfortunately the imprisonment had an unforeseen side effect. For the now soulless corporeal bodies became filled with hate, corrupting and twisting the bodies into monsters. These monsters were known as Hassengeists. Feeding on the souls of the living to make even more Hassengeist's, thus the Repellers were created. A group of individuals skilled in magic and blade who had devoted their lives to exterminating these abominations.

It was discovered that strong memories could restore the mind's and bodies of the victims of the Hassengeists, and thus the DMW's were created. Devices capable of storing such memories that could be imprinted on a chosen person. Whether it was to boost ones own willpower, or to set off a chain reaction of memories inside a person in an attempt to recall their soul.





A child ran through the forest, terrified of the monsters chasing after him. Stumbling over a small root, Peter screamed for his long dead parents. Closing his eyes, knowing this was the end for him, he could hear the sound of the monsters closing in for the kill. But death never came, he opened his eyes, the monsters were nowhere to be seen. standing in front of him was a giant purple beast, one of the many sacred Behemoths.

He looked up at the great beast, whimpering a little, tears streaming his face as he backed away. He thought that the fates had an even crueler fate in store for him. Looking at the monsters corpses, some of them had been slashed by the creatures claws, whilst some were gored by its horns. He closed his eyes again, awaiting the killing blow from the monster. But once again, deaths' embrace didn't come. Instead, he felt something press up against his face. He slowly opened his eyes, and saw that the Behemoth was gently nuzzling his side. Peter really didn't know what to think of this - moments ago he was running for his life from a group of bloodthirsty creatures, and now another monster, around 10 times the size of those who were chasing him, was standing over the child and showing affection - almost as if the creature saw him as one of its own. It let out a soft growl, as if asking 'are you OK?'

Peter stood up shakily, his small body covered in various cuts and some burns from the attacks. He just nodded in response. He tried to speak, but he was having trouble getting the words to leave his mouth. It was obvious to the Behemoth that he had literally gone through hell just now, and judging from the smoke billowing from the forest behind them, it was obvious that he had no where to call home now. Almost as if it had read the young boy's mind. The great beast picked him up by the collar of his shirt with a gentle nip carrying the frightened child away.

Peter awoke to see a Behemoth staring him in the face, it's eyes filled with curiosity. It took a few moments for Peter to realize that he must have fallen asleep on the journey back. The child looked around trying to get his bearings, the inside of the cave was covered with various different plants and mosses. It was all so strangely peaceful and beautiful, then he noticed the strange arrangement of leaves and mosses in the corner of the room. "This must be a Behemoth nest." He turned his attention back to the rather small Behemoth in front of him, judging from the size it must have been fairly young, possibly even a baby. It returned his questioning stare, interested to learn about it's newest brother. Knocking Peter on his back with a gentle but strong push that belied it's small size. He watched it examine his clothes, wondering just what exactly it thought of him. It nuzzled him accustoming itself to his scent making the young Human giggle, "Hey stop, that tickles!"

After a few moments of nuzzling, the creature looked back at the human again intently, the light that shone through the trees reflected against it's eyes, causing them to sparkle. Peter was a little cautious at first, but soon enough he slowly reached out to it, extending his arm carefully, and stroked the Behemoth's head, rubbing a hand softly against one of it's horns. It seemed to let out a soft purr as a reply.

"Aww, that's just so cute!" Peter smiled wide. cradling the small creature's head in his arms. and for a moment he truly felt like he belonged with them. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep against the warm body of the baby Behemoth. It wasn't much later that the boy began to dream, thoughts of living with the Behemoth's as one of them, passing through his mind. It brought him a feeling of safety to be accepted into their family. A series of cute yips woke Peter, he looked around the cave, wondering where the larger Behemoth that had rescued him currently was. He'd feel safer knowing that she was around to protect him and the babies. For now though he would have to make due with observing his "brothers" and "sisters" he watched the small horned creatures play, mock fighting each other as they tossed and turned like kittens around the cavern playfully nipping at each other's throats.

A wet muzzle brushed against the young boy's face waking him, he looked up and into the eyes of the larger Behemoth, it had returned. And from the looks of it, it had brought some food. Although the food in question was the dead carcasses of cows and various different monsters. The smaller Behemoths, who recognised the larger one as their mother, quickly scurried over the corpses and began to dig into it with surprising ferocity. The young-lings might look cute, but they seemed to be just as deadly as their full grown counterparts. Among the feeding frenzy though, Peter was not a part of it. He just watched on as the others stripped flesh from bone. And watching them eating wasn't helping his hunger. The mother seemed to notice this, and stepped out of the nest again. After a few minutes she returned, approaching him with what looked like a tree branch in her maw. And hanging from the end of the branch were at least two dozen large apples, which looked just ripe by the looks of them. She let it go in front of the boy, and he quickly picked one up from the branch.

"Thank you!" He smiled at the creature as he hungrily took a bite out of the fruit, followed by another, leaving nothing but the core and pips in less than a minute. He quickly moved onto the next one as the mother watched him eat, growling softly as he did. A few apples later and Peter was lying on his back, his stomach now completely full. But he wanted something to drink to wash it down with. The apples were juicy, but the skin on them was a little tough. As if sensing this, the Behemoth knowingly layed down on her side presenting her teats to her offspring. The many smaller Behemoth's wasted no time affixing themselves and suckling her milk. Unfortunately for Peter there was not enough to go around all at once. The mother seemed to notice and with an authoritative growl, pushed one of the babies away from her to make room for the young boy. The nipple was massive, but fortunately for Peter that wouldn't be a problem as the young Behemoth that had been suckling at it before had left it tender. As soon as the boy touched it milk came flowing out, he greedily lapped up as much as he could. Until he felt he could hold no more. He wiped a ragged sleeve across his dripping face staining the dirty cloth before looking up at his new 'mother'. "Thank you." The giant female looked down on him letting out a soft growl acknowledging the young humans gratitude.

A few months had passed from then, and the young boy was still living with the Behemoth pack. The mother was looking around, trying to find somewhere the human could live, but to no avail. Most of the places they came across were small, and didn't have much to offer the young human. In fact, with the amount of times their searches turned out fruitless, the mother was contemplating keeping him as part of the pack. With no known family to go to, they were pretty much the only family the human had now. And he got on quite well with the young creatures, playing games with them. Even if at times they did try to give him a couple of affectionate bites, he enjoyed the company.

Months turned to years and before he knew it, Peter found himself hunting alongside the pack, sometimes even taking part as Alpha on a few rare occasions. His weapons usually consisted of a crude spear he had fashioned himself and a makeshift crossbow also built by his hand. Was a bit tricky to use, but it got the job done just fine. But he preferred to test his abilities in hand to hand combat whenever the opportunity presented itself, and only resorted to his weapons when his life or that of his pack mates was in danger. He'd also recently begun to learn the art of spell casting and had found it very useful in assisting his pack mates gather food and detect and evade Hassengeists. He had to make do with whatever Materia he could find at first, but soon was able to obtain some more from the fallen monsters. He became quite adept at using spells such as Curaga and Poisona and Esuna, as well as some black magic such as Thundaga and Firaga. He had even worked on some combo spells, pairing elemental spells with spells which could induce negative statuses.

Sometimes they did nothing apart from causing damage, sometimes they did damage and inflict poison damage. It was in practising that he learned the best combos. although he'd had a few mishaps when certain combinations had backfired on him. He recalled an incredibly embarrassing incident involving trying to combine the effects of Frog with Esuna in an attempt to make an active status ward. It had taken him a few days to gather all the necessary ingredients to make a remedy. It was a wonder he'd been able to even grind the various plants together, but thanks to his rather impressive magical abilities he'd had enough power to cast an extremely underpowered Demi spell on them. Peter had been more worried about his pack mates though, as they had been searching for him the better half of the three days. He had finally returned safe and sound to them but not without being scolded by his 'mother'. Peter had gotten quite good at interpreting the body language of the Behemoths.

After the incident he'd been far more careful with what combinations of Materia he used. Avoiding any with questionable effects and any that specifically focused on the user. He started out the combinations using weaker versions of the same spells, that way if there were any undesirable side effects, they would not put him at as great a risk. The idea had payed off so far, he'd managed to make a few powerful spells by applying the same principles to the extremely strong magic. At this rate he hoped to soon be able to make an Ultimate level spell, the real problem with it was the amount of magic it required to cast, in his current state the spell drained far too much energy from him to be of any practical use. Dissipating before he could even gather a sizable enough amount to cause any damage. He had never actually attempted to use the spell in a combat situation. He needed a better way to hone his magical abilities, Peter had heard of a group called the Repellers. The elite fighters of the empire, tasked with the destruction of the Hassengeists. maybe if he were able to seek training at the empire he could eventually join their ranks.

The only thing was, where would he go to find these Repellers, and hope that they would accept him. But if they did, then what would he do about the Behemoths? He had spent the last few years with them, and they were practically a family to him. And a part of him really didn't want to leave them. The Empire was said to have a few strongholds, specially made for the Repellers, it wouldn't be easy to find one. He'd been fortunate enough to just be able to acquire just that much information on them. It would require all of his tracking talents to find a Repeller stronghold. After giving the subject much thought however he decided it would be for the best. Saying his goodbyes to his adoptive family he promised he would one day return to them when his training was complete. The creatures looked on sadly as he left, a couple of the younger ones even crying a little as he waved back at them. He was tearing up a little too, but was putting on a brave face as he disappeared into the distance.

~~~~~~~ 7 Years Later ~~~~~~~

Peter looked down from the top of the mountain from the mountaintop training base. He had spent most of the last 7 years at the secluded base, training among other Repellers. Luckily for them, the whole mountain was swarming with hundreds of different beasts, although there was the rare encounter with Hassengeists. One of them had even managed to break into the base, but was quickly taken care of before it could do any serious damage. Peter was one of the ones who was able to deal with it too, and he showed some impressive moves during the process.

Sitting on the edge of the cliff though, Peter was thinking of something else - his family. Both of them. When he joined the Repellers, he swore that he would slay all of the Hassengeists. He was helpless on that night, and he couldn't do anything to save them. And he knew that some of them escaped judgement that night, and if he found them, he would make them pay for their actions.

But he was also thinking about the Behemoths who had raised him after his parents were murdered. All the time he spent with them and all the fun he had. But he had not seen any of them in the last 7 years, and he sometimes wondered if they still remembered him. He promised himself that one day though he would meet them again. And that day was to come soon. Peter had finally improved enough to be an independent Repeller, not needing the help of the others in battle. There was a large group of other Repellers and trainees waiting in the main hall for him, waiting to give him a proper send off.

"We are gathered here today, in honor of the Empire's newest servant." A middle aged man stood at the base of a podium, clad in a set of magnificent white armor. "Centuries ago, when the world was young and the art of magic was in it's infancy. Our ancestors worshipped the Behemoths as God. But, in their blind devotion to their deities. They punished Defilers in a most elaborate and unnecessary way, imprisoning their souls within crystals to reflect on their wrong doings for eternity." The man gestured to the small crowd of Repellers gathered before him. "As you all know, this desecration of nature itself broke the cycle of life and death angering the Planet. The Planet punished us for our arrogance and unleashed the cursed Hassengeists upon us." He bowed his head staring down at the podium, in a dramatic show of importance. "That is why our merciful emperor took it upon himself to form a group of people, dedicated to hunting down every last Hassengeist. That order evolved into the Repellers and now we keep the will of our lord alive through the destruction of the Hassengeists." At last, the man turned to Peter, this was the moment he had been waiting for. The day he finally became a full fledged Repeller "Peter, do you dedicate your life to atonement of our ancestors sins, and the will of his lordship."

Peter looked at him for a moment before answering him. "Yes. I promise that I will fulfil my duty and rid the world of Hassengeists. Not only to keep the world safe...but so I can finally lay my past to rest..." He said, thinking once more of his felled parents. he would do it for them. "Then accept this armor." The middle aged man held up his arms, his hands glowing with magical energy. A beam of light extended out from his fingertips towards Peter, enveloping the young Repeller in a brilliant glow. Peter tightened his whole body feeling a sudden weight put on to him. When at last the light faded he looked down at himself. It was beautiful beyond words, the armor was a polished shiny gold, flamboyantly downward curved pauldrons complementing his sleekly designed gauntlets. The chest piece was of particular interest, covered with overlapping plated armor, yet Peter found it easy to flex his abdomen. The greaves and boots were also an impressive sight, consisting of the same plated pattern meeting at the knees to form an upward curved spike. The plating continued down to his feet all the way down to his pointed boots. But best of all was the helmet that had materialized along with the pedestal in front of him. It was a closed helmet, crimson hair embedded down the back of it but the thing that caught Peter's attention the most was the single large horn protruding from the head of the helmet. It was modeled in the image of a Behemoth's horn. The addition of barbs at the tip gave it a menacing and intimidating appearance.

With a proud grin on his face Peter donned the helmet sword in hand, thrusting it above his head to express his accomplishment to the crowd in front of him. "I will make the order proud and know this. I will not rest until every Hassengeist in this world has been sent to it's rightful fate!" He watched the crowd of Repellers draw their swords and thrust them up high in honor of the order's newest member. "Glory to the righteous, damnation to the deserving!" Hearing them all speak as one filled Peter with new found confidence. He watched them salute as he went through the parting crowd and out the grand order doors, there was a whole world out there and it was his to save.

His first impression of the world as he stepped out into the sunlight was that it hadn't changed all that much since his last test. It felt empty somehow, as it had always been despite the various plants and trees that filled it along with the monsters. And of course there were the Hassengeists that were lurking in the shadows, waiting for some poor unprepared individual to cross their path. But Peter was anything but unprepared, in fact he welcomed an attack on him. He was eager to destroy as many Hassengeists as he could, it was the least he could do to honor his family. Even though it was a distant memory he still couldn't help but feel angry with the cowardly guardsmen, who had abandoned his village when the Hassengeists had attacked. All the townspeople had fled to a nearby town, he remembered they all just rushed by him and his sick and wounded parents. The selfish cowards were so concerned with their own lives that they hadn't even bothered so much as a glance back at him. He'd tried to carry his wounded parents as far as he could by himself, but he simply did not have the strength to do so. In the end he could only watch in horror while the Hassengeists tore his parents apart before his eyes.

"I'll make them regret leaving me to die...And I'll make those freaks regret never finishing me off!" He said to himself, swinging his sword and taking off the head of a nearby monster that had gotten too close to him, blood gushing from the decapitated body as it fell dead.

"Wow, that came out of nowhere." He smirked as he wiped the blood from his blade. "I've gotten really good at this." He chuckled and continued down the mountain trail. The first stop he wanted to make was at a small village at the base of the mountain. He needed to stock up on supplies and food for the journeys ahead of him. "First things first, I should really prepare myself for this!" The journey down to the village was a confusing one, even for an experienced tracker such as himself. The Empire had chosen wisely, building a stronghold in a remote and obscure region such as this. Whether it was for the purpose of training Repellers secretly or just to keep the general populace from harm at the hands of the Hassengeists. Whatever the reason, he decided that it was in the best interest of the people.

At last it came into view the town of Gegorei, it was a peaceful little out of the way town much like his own had been. There were very few guards in the town, as there were very few threats within the area "Thanks to us." he muttered under his breath. These villagers didn't know how lucky they were to have a Repeller stronghold nearby. Something Peter had not had the luxury of when he had been growing up. Perhaps there were still some Hassengeists left at his village, he'd ask around the town to see any of the locals had heard any news about the status of his hometown. He had to know, he wanted to make sure no Hassengeists defiled the remains of his village. "Good day sir!" An old man wearing a straw hat greeted Peter with a smile as he approached the market stand. "What can I get for you? I have a wide selection of fruits and meats." The young Repeller flashed a quick smile at the older man. "I was wondering if you'd heard any news about the Hassengeist attack on a small village called Ornos?" He watched the old man stroke his beard, trying to recall any memories the name brought to him. "It's been a long time since I've heard mention of that name." A surge of hope rose within Peter, excited by the prospect of finally learning what had happened to his hometown in the years he had been away. He listened to the old man intently, "Ah yes, I've heard rumors that it was under reconstruction. In fact I believe some of the former residents have migrated back and picked up their lives."

Peter felt like he'd been stabbed in the gut. 'How DARE they!' he thought 'Those cowards ran and let my parents die and now they go on with their lives like nothing happened!' The old man seemed to notice his distress, "Is something wrong?" Peter was practically shaking with rage, he didn't even bother to reply to the man. Instead he dashed out the gates of the city, his heart and soul filled with rage.


"How could they even think of doing that....the cowards!" He screamed to himself as he ran to the outskirts of the town, looking back at it from the distance. "How can they even live with themselves after their sins...the scum!" He just kept running and running, and soon he stopped to catch his breath, stopping just a few feet away from the entrance to a familiar place - the forest where he had been taken in by the group of Behemoths. "I wonder....I wonder if they will still remember me after all this time.." He said, trying to calm down. He stepped into the forest, and started to look around, trying to find the nest where he was raised. With any and all luck, he might encounter a member of his 'family', but would they still remember him?

"This looks like the place..." He said as he spotted the familiar nesting grounds. He peered into the mouth of the cave, he thought could see the outline of two figures running towards him in the darkness of the cave. He drew his sword from it's hilt, expecting a group of Hassengeist to come running out of the cave. To his surprise, it was a pair of baby Behemoths, he immediately sheathed his sword knowing he had nothing to fear from these two and even if he did he refused to fight. Even for babies they seemed quite intelligent, the two creatures jumping around him in a frenzy. Before darting off back into the darkness of the cave, some instinct in Peter knew he should follow and soon the Repeller too had disappeared into the darkness of the cave. It was still as dark inside as he had remembered, but his eyes were used to the low light level. The air inside smelled wrong, somehow. As if something inside were losing it's lifeblood and that that was when he saw it. The battered and bruised form of his adoptive mother, the two smaller Behemoths at her side letting out sorrowful yelps.

She was still very much alive, but her legs hung at odd angles on the cave floor apparently broken. Peter felt an uncontrollable sadness fill him, crying at the very sight tears streaking down his helmeted face. It hadn't even occurred to him that the villagers were responsible. That is until he saw the wounds covering his mother's body, what looked liked imprints from a series of crudely made clubs and pitchforks along with various burns from torches, that he finally realized who was responsible. His older brothers had been taken away from her by the villagers to serve as beasts of burden, to help rebuild the town. But the babies had been left behind, as the villagers didn't consider them work worthy yet.

"How...how could they be so cruel..." He asked himself as he looked at the wounded beast. He raised a hand to it shakily and rested it against her chest. "Hold still...I'll see if I can heal you up a little..." He said, his voice sounding strangled as he started to charge up a Curaga in an attempt to heal it. The cuts on its body slowly healed up, and the leg realigned, albeit rather painfully, the creature howling in agony as the bones reconnected themselves. It took a few minutes and a bit of energy, but soon the mother Behemoth had been restored to near full health, some of the bruises on its body still evident.

"There...you feel any better?" He asked her softly. The giant creature let out a soft purr, the sound soothed his strained mind reminding him of being a small boy all those years ago. "All those years ago." his voice was soft yet shattered in sound, "I could do nothing, NOTHING." His already strained grip on reality was beginning to loosen, images flashed through his head. But the DMW couldn't keep up, the small device made whirring noises, before frying altogether landing on one, last, memory, and just like that Peter's mind snapped as if a brittle branch in the hurricane of his thoughts. The only thing he could think of now was the destruction of the village. He wanted nothing more than to watch every single heathens house crumble and shatter before his might.

"I'll...I'll..... I'LL KILL EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE OF THOSE COWARDLY WRETCHES!" He roared in anger. "THEY LEFT ME AND MY FAMILY FOR DEAD, THEY DID NOTHING TO HELP ME, AND NOW THEY TRY TO GO ON AS IF IT NEVER HAPPENED?! I'LL MAKE THEM PAY FOR IT ALL!" He cried again, not noticing that his armour felt suddenly...tight. And growing tighter by the second. He groaned as he struggled to unstrap and remove it all from him, but it soon fell away. As it did so, he noticed that his muscles had grown slightly, his body had also grown a little wider. But as to how, he did not know. The growth however didn't show any signs of stopping, and he realized that he was also growing taller. But Peter didn't care, all he wanted was to get to the village and destroy it.

He made his way towards the dim light at the end of the cave, his hands growing larger as he dragged them across the sides of the cavern. Long black claws started to grow from his fingertips, dripping a little blood as they scratched against the walls, tearing them up and sending small sparks and bits of rock to the ground. He could feel fine purple fur sprouting up all over his body. The growth of it was rather sporadic, it had grown in patches along his chest and back, but soon the areas untouched were soon starting to sprout it too. It felt soothing to him, but it did nothing to quell the rage within him. He grinned sadistically, feeling his face start to stretch outwards. His lips pulling back in a bestial snarl, it felt good to finally express the anger he felt inside. He could feel his nose undergoing similar changes as it started widening outwards, growing into a small black snout. His nostrils flared wide, and steam billowed out of them in his fury.

"I'LL...I'LL MAKE SURE THAT THEY ARE ALL MADE TO FEEL THE SAME WAY I DID BACK THEN!" He growled louder as his thickening lips turned a deep leathery black, his jaws starting to push outwards now, slowly. "YERRSSS.....I'RLL....WARTCH THEM ARLL.........BURN!!!!" He snarled in a deeper tone as he felt his tongue slowly grow and thicken to fit his new maw. He fell forwards onto his thickening hands, letting loose a mighty roar, his chest barreling outwards as his ribcage expanded. Speaking was starting to grow slightly difficult, and soon he knew that he wouldn't be able to speak at all, but he just didn't care. All he wanted to do was get revenge on the sorry humans who had left him for dead. The muscles in his neck were slowly growing and swelling wider as his neck and head started to realign with a series of cracks. As his hands, now paws ran across the ground, he felt thick pads swell from the palms of them. His feet were undergoing the same metamorphosis, razor sharp claws starting to grow from his thicker, padded toes. He was just about to step out of the cave, when suddenly a thick scent caught his attention. He stopped and turned back around, sniffing it as his senses began to grow more acute, starting with his sense of smell. He took in deep breaths as he walked back into the cave, following the scent, trying to realize just what it was before it finally dawned on him. "It's...hreat..."

He'd never smelt a female Behemoth quite like this one before, the very prospect of sex numbed his rage. Replacing it with a growing lust and a warm feeling between his legs. He watched as the most beautiful thing he had ever seen emerged from the shadows of the cave, it was the female that had tended to his mother during her time of need. It also just so happened that this particular Behemoth was in heat. Just looking at her, he could tell that she was so perfect, from her muscular body all the way to her beautiful snout. Peter realized that not only was his member erect, it was also growing, throbbing with desire. Although he could not see the changes he could feel them, the way his penis reshaped into a much more thicker form, whilst gaining a slight hint of slenderness, one better suited to penetrating the female in front of him. It had gained considerable length too, having grown several feet in both length and thickness. The head of it was bobbing slightly against his muscled chest, making the fur slick with pre Barbs which were lining the head of his now pointed cock, as a thick knot formed at the base of it. The barbs at the tip began to flare wide in anticipation, eager to bring her the pleasure she so desperately craved. And to adapt to his new endowment, his balls started to grow in size and girth, soon reaching the size of cannonballs "Yurr warnt thirs don't yoru?" He grinned at her, running a huge paw across his manhood, letting out a slight moan as he did so. In response, the female rolled onto her back and spread her hind legs wide, revealing her moist sex, dripping her juices as she responded to his teasing.

"Dron't worrrry..." He rumbled, his voice deeper than before as he slowly mounted the great creature before him. "I wrron't go reasy on yrou...nrot even frrror a second!" As he had started to thrust into her, a long, powerful tail started to grow from the base of his spine, growing longer and thicker with each thrust, the tip growing tassled fur as well as a series of sharp barbed spikes.

It felt incredible for him as he entered her, thrusting in and out of her moist opening. It was also sending shudders of pleasure through the female, her teats swelling to full breasts as the horny couple went at it like mad. "Yesrr, tayk it arrl bitch!" The changing human let some of his anger seep back into his mind, taking it out on the female with his violent thrusts. A large pair of horns grew outwards from his skull, going out several feet in front of him as his silvery hair turned a deep black colour, flowing upwards into a long, spiked mane that travelled down his now virtually non existent neck, just a huge mass of muscle like his growing body. The female welcomed each and every one of them, the feelings driving her closer and closer to orgasm. He brought a hand up to her ample breasts squeezing them and toying with her teats encouraging milk to emerge from the swollen things.

"I make, world gnrhh, remember this night!" He roared as his ears grew long and pointed, stretching outwards at the sides of his head, his human voice quickly being swallowed by his own growls of pleasure. "Grngh Hold..gnnngh...back......FuRk...cRaN't hOL-OOOOOOOAAAAARRRH!!!!!" Peter roared. Cumming deep inside of her. A small pair of leathery bat like wings sprouting from his back, flapping wildly signaling the end of his own changes. The two dismounted from each other panting wildly, the females breasts becoming teats once more, the ecstasy fading from her mind. Peter too coming down from the peak of excitement that had just consumed his body mere seconds ago. He felt the rage and anger towards the humans returning, looking out on the village below with his new mate. He let out a soft growl signalling his mate to follow, his human voice no longer intact. His mate growled back, following him over to the edge of their new home, the ledge granted them a perfect vantage point of the village. Peter gave what passed for a smile in his new form, this time there would be no survivors in Ornos.

"Come on you pathetic whelps, move faster!" The taskmaster's whip fell on one of the great purple beasts yet again. The creatures had known nothing but hardship for the past few month's, since having been taken away from their mother and home atop the mountain overlooking this small village. The villagers, still sore over the destruction of Ornos all those years ago had become angry with the Behemoths for not coming to their rescue. They had decided to 'punish' them in their own twisted view of things. Using the Behemoths to reconstruct the village, the task had been quite taxing on the creatures. Who had been forced to work practically every waking hour of every, day pulling carts full of wooden beams, nails and whatever other supplies the townspeople were too lazy to move themselves. Perhaps the loss of their loved ones had driven some of them insane, perhaps they felt that this enslavement of the Behemoths was justified for what had happened to them. Whatever the reason, their souls had been tainted by the dark, there would be no redemption for them.

But there were still those among the villagers that were pure of heart, the villagers had found it impossible to birth any males for whatever reason the children were always female. In the years since they had first been conceived, the young girls of the village had since matured into young women. Whose beauty matched the pureness of their souls. Tonight they would be chosen in a rather odd twist of fate to become the mates of the enslaved Behemoths. It was the Planets own way of setting things right for the suffering the Behemoth's had endured, whether they wanted to or not and Peter, along with his new mate would be the ones to redeem this village of its sins.

The two Giant Behemoths watched the villagers go about their sinful task of beating their siblings. It filled Peter with more rage than he had ever felt before in his life. These things were not worthy of being called humans, they were even worse than the Hassengesits in some ways. Still sentient but filled with hate for everything. Able to make their own decisions yet choosing to make the Planet miserable for something they could not even begin to understand. "The fools cannot understand that the Hassengeists are a reminder to them from the Planet. To never turn back to the ways of old." Peter mused in his mind. How ironic that the very thing they had held in such reverence would ultimately be what destroyed and punished them. With an elegant show of agility and strength Peter and his mate leapt towards the village. The outline of their shadows visible over the moon, it was the closest thing to a warning the villagers would ever get.

A loud crash echoed through the village, the ground shaking under the impact of the two. As the massive beasts began their rampage through the small town. Peter landed on one of the many houses, flattening it effortlessly under his massive weight. Splinters of wood and glass went flying through the air, the makeshift shrapnel claiming many a villager with the sharp debris. Peter gave a mighty roar, the very sound sending the villagers scattering into a panic much to the giants delight. He watched his mate do similarly, observing her reign beautiful destruction on the nearby buildings. Peter next turned his attention on the caged Behemoths, smashing down the bars with one of his massive clawed hands. He looked down at his smaller brothers, who also seemed to recognize him despite his new form, and before long they too were assisting with the destruction of the village.

But something else had already caught the giants eye, he noticed a small group of women running and screaming in terror from some of the burning buildings. As tall as he was, Peter's enhanced vision allowed him to observe the girls as if he were standing at ground level next to them. His sheathed member already poking out at the sight of their perfect figures. He already had a beautiful mate to fuck at his whim, but it would certainly be a waste to let these beautiful creatures escape. However his brothers could certainly use the company, of course the female humans current forms were unsuitable for them, but Peter could easily remedy that.

"I think it's time we made a few changes around here!" He said in his mind as he grabbed hold of his now rock hard boner with one of his forepaws, pumping it furiously in the direction of the village where most of the fleeing females had amassed to. His shaft felt so sensitive now, the barbs flaring wide despite having nothing to clamp into. He was even more amazed that he was able to will himself into orgasm, and soon enough the streets had been flooded with his seed. The women were knocked down by the powerful stream, falling face first into the sticky liquid not realizing just what had happened.

"Urg, what IS this stuff?" one of them asked as they pushed themselves up from the gooey mess.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it's...ohh..." Another moaned as she dropped to her hands and knees, tearing her clothes away as a wave of arousal passed through her form, along with the growth of purple fur along her body. She started to lap up all of the males seed as her body began to grow, muscles swelling. Peter made his way over to the changing female, waiting over her as he growled softly, catching her attention.

She heard the growl and rolled onto her back, looking up at the gargantuan creature. "Oh? Is there something you wrant from little old mre?" She said, voice already affected by the changes as her breasts began to balloon outwards in size, followed by 8 other growths on her chest, the new breasts gaining 8 large teats, a rosy red in colour as she tweaked them a little, panting at the sight of the male and his huge length. "I hrope you wrron't go too easy on mrre..." She said as she spread her legs for him. The not so small woman blushing at the pleasure the males huge shaft brought to her, penetrating her virgin opening, with a wet sucking noise. Her pussy lips carressing the throbbing thing with their warm flesh. It felt SO good to have him inside of her. Peter watched the newest of his kind in front of him fondle herself, unaccustomed to the pleasure sex brought. That and the added erotic sensations his pheromones invoked upon the the young women.

"Ohrr, Shi---GRAAAOOOOOOOHHH!!! The mounted Behemoth girl roared her voice lost to the changes as Peter released his load into her, he turned to look behind him. Dismounting the female to see his own brothers eyeing the other lusty women that had also been changed by his seed. Peter gave a submissive grunt to his brothers, letting them know they were now allowed to take these females as their mates. Who were all too happy and content to be fucked by these handsome Behemoths. "Yes! you have all gotten what you deserved!" Peter's mind screamed the thoughts. The giant Behemoth and his mate continuing their rampage through what little was left of the village. Farms were smashed and houses were flattened by the angry couple. If the villagers thought they had known the true meaning of suffering then they had been premature. For this, THIS was the very picture of suffering. The disembowelled corpses of villagers flattened to a point beyond recognition, their shredded organs scattered all over the nearby ground, and the buildings. Broken and splintered their occupants buried under the piles of rubble like some deranged graveyard. Peter and his mate surveyed the destroyed village. There was something oddly romantic about the whole scene, his mate gave him a playful kiss which he returned. The two embracing each other once more, making love to each other right there in the fires of the village.

...And the night was filled with the suffering of the damned, and the pleasure of the saved.