The Idol's Welcoming Committee

Nicole moved to dart past Breanna stopping as soon as the door began to reveal what lay beyond. She felt her eyes widen as she watched Breanna nakedly obstruct the view of the things awaiting the elevator. God how they looked like the things on those tiktoks... Nicole shuffled her legs uncomfortably reminded about how not too long ago she was enjoying thoughts of those partially obstructed bodies, she questioned why she was trying to look around Breanna.

Breanna sauntered out enthusiastically.

“Nicole, come look at these…” Breanna's voice dripped with want, she paused for a moment to consider just what word to use to describe the gathered monstrosities of the Idol. “Things… To enjoy.” Breanna finished gazing at the circle of demonic and monstrous men and women. Some she knew she was particularly gifted to be blessed with the presence of.

They had names, but unlike her past encounters that seemed like a juvenile and unimportant detail, they were things that belonged to it. Like she would. She felt a strange twisted allure to being some nameless thing to be used.

They all still had names, but their names were now an intimate detail for them, ever more private as they became a towering apex on the pyramid of corruption.

The Idol’s Legion.

Nicole struggled with the pull of desire to exit the elevator and get a closer look. She shook the corrupt images she had been enjoying of similar beings from her phone from her head. She felt she should call out and warn Breanna, a dark jubilantly sadistic excitement creeping within her to watch Breanna meet her fate. God why did she want to see Breanna get violated any which way by these... these... these... Nicole wanted to use the word monsters, but the corruption in her mind kept her struggling with the word, the dark corruption inside urging the use of "wonders" instead.

Nicole saw the way Breanna was acting, the slut wanted this. Or so Nicole tried not to tell herself too catty or harshly as she watched her now multi-colour haired friend saunter out of the elevator brazenly

Breanna meanwhile embraced the tense standoff outside the elevator, continuing to plunge two fingers in her tight pussy with each step while groping a breast she enjoyed the other works of art on display.

There was a 7’ green figure, towering above Breanna’s 5’4” stature atop its hooves, his solidly toned body was topped by an equine head and snout. The corruption of numerous souls by the herd had empowered and changed James further along from being a simple horseman. His hands now sported claw like tips to help plow tears through obstructing fabrics, his snout seemed hauntingly skeletal compared to the muscular proportions of the rest of his body, his equine ears reshaped into almost bat like wings. Two gazelle like horns jutted back from atop his head, ringed in black and what looked like tarnished copper, his horse like tail ending with obsidian hair clasps able to lash through skin when he whipped his tail.

Next in line was a red 4' tall wolf, as Breanna’s eyes met with the golden predatory orbs it reared up, presenting an 8’ stature and causing his rigid shaft to unsheath and stare at Breanna with a primal hunger. Paul himself had been changed, the pelt down his back less a pelt and more a series of hooked armor plates, his tongue lolled out to reveal its strangely lupine yet forked tip. His ears seemed to end in sharper points, short spiralled horns jutting back from behind his head in line with his ears, his phallic tipped tail’s head seemingly swollen in the shape of a conical spade as it flicked between his legs before wagging slowly behind him

Breanna looked next to the truest demon in the lot staring her down. His forked tongue delicately dragged across his sharp teeth as his hands reached back behind him. Two more feminine arms stroking his cock from behind, Heather sharing her equally condemned spouse’s grin as she kissed up Jason’s incubi shoulders. Breanna bowed her head, recognizing and thanking the married couple silently for the gift of being here for their special night.

Next to them Jeremy stood, his hulking muscular figure towers solidly next to the succubus and incubus. His skin now was hued midnight blue, his large elephant ears flapping calm and slowly. Two large ebony tusks with mushroom like ends reached down and arced out from his body above his crotch. His phallic trunk trunking stroking his 20” girth as it rigidly presented itself to the un-relinquished soul.

Next in line stood a snorting deep wine coloured Minotaur. His horns reach out sideways from his head with an ivory hue, ending in blood red tips that hooked forwards. His eyes glowed red as his breath managed to exhale in a foggy vapour despite the warmth of the hotel’s interior. His toned torso and arms the only human traits left of Eric, as he stomped a hoof and flicked his phallic tail, barbed tassels shimmering as they flung wildly alongside the cock tip.

With smooth grace a sandy brown woman stepped gracefully into view, looking Breanna up and down her head flared into a gorgeous hood as she nodded in approval. Running her clawed hands up her smooth body she groped her breasts as a cobra like snake head reared up over her shoulder, flaring its hood and baring its fangs.

Walking along the line of Idol creations Breanna smiled as she circled back to the center, peeking over her shoulder at Nicole in the elevator for a moment. “Care to make me a thing to?”

The Idol was giving Breanna the chance to have her pick, in part to broaden its appeal to the resistant Nicole.

However in her heavily corrupted state Breanna wanted all of it. She didn’t care what she became, she just hungered to be ravished.