Lady Smegma

The answer waited at the bottom of the second stair.

Her skin was the putrescent green of the newly dead; her stomach bloated and fat hung over her pudenda, shadowing her crotch. Wide hips and thunderous thighs gave way to hairy, backward-pointing knees covered in matted fur and ending in dainty cloven hoofs. Breasts hung from her hairy chest like those of an old woman, flat and swinging, with huge, puffy dark areola and nipples like a goat's teats. The face...

Lois swallowed her rising bile. The head was oversized, the puffy cock-sucker lips pinned back in a permanent leer, the mouth inside full of fans... It was a caricature of lust, every feature by itself some beautiful ideal of a womanly feature twisted and enhanced until it was ugly. And the smell...

Once as a child, Lois had been thrown into the heap of dirty laundry at the gym. Had to claw her way free through three-weak old bloody towels used to wipe away menstrual blood, dirty panties so old and worn they had holes in them, socks that had been repurposed for other things...she had crawled out and the smell of it had stayed with her for a long time, even after she had scrubbed herself raw.

This was worse. Even her demonic dick seemed, for a moment, less rigid then before.

"I'm Lady Smegma, dear." The blighted thing in woman-shape licked her lips. "What do you think you're going to do with that stiffie?" The demon cackled.

She clacked forward on her hooves, hips rolling, tits swaying, smell growing stronger...and Lois knew what she had to do, as much as she hated it. Her stomach rolled, her swollen testicles felt like they wanted to claw their way into her abdomen and retreat from the abomination before her.

"Hey gorgeous," the words choked out of Lois' mouth. "Bend over and I'll show you."