A Demon's Scheme (Comm)
 
 
It was a cold night, and so dark that even the light of the moon appeared to be somewhat dimmed. Still, a pale blue fire, not unlike an onibi, glowed in the midst of the road.
 
Emerging from the greater darkness of the thickly wooded region, somebody wearing a kasa and a mantle, and carrying a staff in one hand and a large, old-fashioned lantern in the other (in which the pale blue fire emitted its cold light) appeared. They looked like just any other traveler crossing a deserted, lonesome road, and if someone crossed their path without paying attention, they would be mistaken as such.
 
A weary traveler, coming from the opposite direction after a long day of work in the fields, nodded and wished good night to this stranger, who only raised its head and stared at him with a pair of glowing yellow eyes. The worker was startled and nearly jumped out of his simple clothes. He expected to be attacked and froze for a second that felt like an eternity for him, his heartbeat audible in the stillness of the night where not even the wind stirred.
 
But the stranger simply nodded back and, lowering their head again, went their way. Those ferocious eyes...they gave given the laborer a turn, sure had. He thought for a second that he had crossed paths with a demon and wondered if he hadn't accidentally stray from his usual path into a crossroads, where the foreign missionary who had stayed in his village for a period said demons were supposed to appear to lead lonely people astray.
 
Yet certainly the stranger was no demon, for they did not attack him, and everybody knew how demons lusted after human flesh and blood.
 
But weren't their nails unnaturally sharp and long? Their skin is more pale than usual, with black marks like lines on the surface of their arms. And wasn't that staff they were carrying decorated with the feathers of crows and ended in a human skull?
 
The stranger, leaving the laborer behind, saw that their destination was near at hand. They could see the lights of the Butterfly Mansion, a center of healing and rest for injured and endangered members of the Demon Slayer Corps give out their warmth, with promises of relaxation and restoration. The stranger chuckled and sat down at a weathered rock that squatted on the side of the road like some shapeless grey frog.
 
Laying their staff on their lap, putting their lantern on the ground and removing their kasa, long crimson hair flowed out of it, and a white face with a cat-like yellow eyes was revealed. It was a woman's face, the red lips deformed by a hideous grin that showed incredibly sharp, inhuman teeth. It wasn't a woman then, at least, not human.
 
Guren, for that, was the demon's name, produced from inside of her robes (which now, better illuminated by the lights from the manor house, looked like a black shroud) a kiseru of dark wood as long as a churchwarden pipe and, filling it with tobacco thin like hair, lighted it in the cold blue fire of her lantern and presently began to smoke, blowing rings of smoke in the air.
 
She hadn't gone there for sight-seeing though, neither was she just enjoying a smoke before going on in her way. She had been sent there with a purpose, a mission trusted to her by a much Greater Demon whose name should not be spoken, who, finding her Blood Demon Art particularly suitable for such a purpose, had required her to perform several assassinations.
 
Guren wasn't a very strong demon, but her Art was particularly insidious and terrifying and she, very proud of it, had humbly accepted such a mission, with the desire to prove her skills to such a powerful member of her race. Her cat-like eyes had a vision several times stronger than a human's, and through a distant window, she could see all her four soon-to-be victims reunited.
 
"Four targets...four droplets will do, fufufu..." Removing the kiseru from her mouth, she scraped her tongue against her sharp teeth, slicing it superficially. Then, putting the pipe back in her mouth, blew four droplets of blood into it.
 
The demon resumed her smoking, but now the dark smoke was gradually assuming a deep crimson color. When it finally was downright red, she blew four smoke rings into the air which moved upwards then downwards as if grown suddenly heavy and, making contact with the ground, began to swell and solidify, growing and transforming until four squat dwarfish things of vague, semi-humanoid shape crouched on the grass like a group of loyal but primitive retainers awaiting orders.
 
"Go, and don't return until those you hunt have been snuffed out!" Guren ordered in a solemn tone and her faithful familiars rushed in the direction of the Butterfly Mansion to carry out their mission.
 
 
 
Inside the manor house, a group of four women were enjoying a hot bath together. They consisted of Shinobu Kocho, Mitsuri Kanoroji, Nezuko Kamado, and Kanao Tsuyuri.
 
Shibonu Kocho was the Butterfly Mansion's current owner, her older sister and previous owner of the establishment having been eaten alive by a demon years before. Short but quite voluptuous, with black and purple hair, the Insect Hashira was a friendly woman whose heart bore a deep hatred towards demons which she only showed from time to time.
 
Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, was the oldest and most busty of the women there reunited, her massive breasts poking out of the warm water of the bath like two soft islands on the sea. Passionate and romantic, the pink-haired beauty's dream was finding a husband stronger than herself, a difficult thing to achieve when one realized how much of a powerful combatant she was.
 
Nezuko Kamado on the other hand was a much more interesting case, being the only demon present in the Butterfly Mansion and, paradoxically, being the younger of prominent Demon Slayer Tanjiro Kamado. Although delicate, Nezuko had already reached maturity and as a result, was much more independent than when she first became a demon, being able to defend herself without relying on her brother. The youngest of the group, Nezuko still had a thick and voluptuous figure, with a particularly large butt. There had been some animosity between her and Shinobu in the past, due to the latter's great hatred for demons, but by now they had reached a point of mutual respect that allowed them to coexist peacefully enough.
 
Kanao Tsuyuri, Shinobu's Tsuguko and adopted younger sister was the Flower Hashira and, to all accounts, much quieter than her master. Still, her usual lack of emotion hid a strong heart, and her large tits and thick ass didn't lose at all to her sister's, the latter in fact being considerably fatter than Shinobu's. She also hated demons with a passion but was on friendly terms with Nezuko as both had suffered a good deal in their past.
 
"Aaaah, I really should come here more often!♡" Mitsuri sighed as she reclined, enjoying the bath. "I feel like all my old combat wounds are being melted right out of me!"
 
"The door is always open for you to come, Mitsuri," Shinobu smiled. "That is if your responsibilities as a Hashira and search for a partner allow you to do so. Speaking of which, what do you think of Tanjiro?"
 
Both Mitsuri and Nezuko blushed at this.
 
"W-W-What do you mean?" The Love Hashira babbled. "H-H-Hes a good guy but..."
 
"Don't worry, Mitsuri," Kanao couldn't help but give a restrained giggle. "My sister is just teasing you."
 
"Oh...I see...hehe, you really got me now, Shinobu!" Mitsuri blushed even further, while Nezuko, always overly protective of her only dear brother, sighed in relief at seeing that wouldn't have to quarrel with any of her human friends about the topic of match-making involving him.
 
"Although I say it in jest, you do need to get hold of your man eventually. Or he grabs hold of y-HUH!" Shinobu was interrupted by having her hair violently pulled back.
 
A strong arm pulled the Hashira out of the warm water, and all her colleagues stared with shock the the one who had had the gall to do such a thing.
 
It was a green pigmy of a monster, no taller than four feet. It was ugly and humanoid, with slimy skin, black bead-like eyes and a chubby, sagging potbelly that made it look like one of those hungry ghosts the women had heard monks talk about. Between its naked loins, a large green cock was throbbing, hard and ready to go.
 
The creature had the woman against the ground even though she was taller than him, and Shinobu desperately reached for her Nichiru sword, which she had left near the bath, but the tips of her fingers could barely touch it. Eyeing her naked body lustily with his beady eyes, the dwarfish monster's cucumber-like staff grew larger and, putting the Insect Hashira on all fours ceremoniously shoved it in her ass.
 
All the others gasped, while Shinobu moaned with guilty pleasure and disgust as her asshole stretched to receive the large phallus, the member being so slimy that it went in very easily, without the need for any oil to make the rough process softer. Mitsuri was outraged, and jumped out of the water, her massive meat-bags bouncing and almost hitting her on the face.
 
"You foul fiend! I'll slash you into ribbons!" But before the Love Hashira could do anything, another small green demon had grabbed her leg, causing her to fall on her back. "What do you think you're d-!!!"
 
Mitsuri was interrupted by a large dick shoved in her mouth, going deep into her throat. The creature was sitting on her large chest and enjoying itself, fucking her mouth mercilessly, the taste of his slimy penis making the Hashira want to throw up.
 
Nezuko and Kanao also got out of the water and, although they first wanted to help, as they saw the two strong women being fucked like thick dolls of meat by the pair of dwarfish demons, they were shocked and paralyzed. Tears filled Kanao's eyes as she saw the look of shame on her sister's face.
 
"B-Big sis!" She cried out, the tears finally rolling down her cheeks. She made a gesture as if to try and grab the Nichiru sword, but the horror of the scene had suddenly made a coward out of the Demon Slayer.
 
Nezuko grinned angrily as she looked at the two beings using her friends, but she knew better than to enter into direct conflict with them. Her instincts as a demon made her recognize just how strong the brutes were and she knew neither she nor Kanao had the slightest chance. If they had so easily overpowered such powerful fighters as the Insect and the Love Hashiras, what were they to do?
 
But just then, they were forced into action, for they saw two more of the imps peeping at their supple, naked bodies, hungrily licking their lips, gross parodies of the human animal. The women turned around to run, but the two short creatures dashed forward and overpowered them.
 
"L-Let go of me!" The usually mute Nezuko screamed, angry and horrified, fearing she would suffer the same vile fate as the Hashiras, but the monster had different plans for her. Raising her body with impressive strength for a being his size, he sat her wide fat ass in his open maw and began to munch it lightly.
 
"N-Nezuko!" Kanao screamed with a paroxysm of terror and watched as the imp began to swallow down the only friendly demon she knew whole and alive.
 
Soon she would have to fear for her own well-being though, for the creature that had grabbed her had a similar idea to his friend, although a different approach. It curled up the thick Flower Hashira into a ball and, opening his mouth unnaturally wide, placed her ass, feet and lower back first in it.
 
Nezuko fought like a savage beast, but her sinking could not be stopped. The cannibalistic demon was going to have her no matter what, and as it sucked her down, it marveled at the exotic taste of her pale flesh had. It had only had human women until now, so this was a completely new gastronomic experience for the short troglodyte.
 
His friend was similarly enjoying his meal, and only his supernatural anatomy could é explain how its jaw resisted consuming a whole thick woman way larger than itself as if she was just one giant meatball. It was actually reaching her arms and chests by now, and the demon's entire body had to adapt and stretch to receive Kanao on his stomach. Finally, though, she was completely enveloped and, with a loud gulp, sent down to her acrid prison.
 
 
GULP!
 
 
The demon with Nezuko had simultaneously scarfed the entirety of his prey down, and both fell on their backs, immobile and incapacitated due to their huge, squirmy guts filled with bulging meat being larger and heavier than their entire bodies. But they were very satisfied, and let everybody know so by their loud, disgusting belches.
 
 
BOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUURP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELCHHHHHH!
 
 
Their two horny partners in crime finally came, shooting their greasy cum inside Shinobu's ass and Mitsuri's throat. The second was finally able to speak again, as the creature removed its slowly softening cock from her mouth, but she could only gag and cough up an uncomfortable belch as the taste of his seed was even worse than that of his oily rod.
 
All that "exercise" had worked up an appetite on the two familiars though, and they envied the satisfaction their less lecherous counterparts were now enjoying. So not losing any more time, the one who had fucked Shinobu's ass grabbed her ankles and placed them in his mouth, while the one who had forced Mitsuri to give him a good suck gobbled up her beautiful head.
 
The women's struggles were so weak and pathetic that the creatures would have laughed if they could feel any other thing besides all-consuming hunger now. The Hashiras have been thoroughly demoralized and exhausted by the sex they had had the dubious pleasure of performing, with their devourers, and those could swallow them further and further without any trouble.
 
The creature with the Love Hashira had reached her titanic tits and was licking and tasting them with vile pleasure, then turning them into massive bulges just filling up his throat. The one with the Insect Hashira on the other hand was chewing on her huge fat ass, feeling its flavor and softness as if it hadn't been fucking it just a few minutes before, and now it was only useful as delicious food.
 
His friend was already on Mitsuri's waist, her face and udders already large bulges on his expanding belly, due to his shortness. It grabbed two handfuls of the pink-haired woman's ass, causing her to protest weakly, and shoved her further and further down his throat, until only her kicking, muscular legs were left. The imp was already losing his balance, his heavy but ever-growing belly and his prey's shapely members weighing him down, so, acting fast, it raised its head and allowed Mitsuri to simply slide down his short esophagus and straight into his spacious stomach.
 
The one with Shinobu was also shoving her down but had grabbed her tits to do so instead. She was swallowed until only her head remained, looking at the interior of her late sister's beloved Butterfly Mansion for the last time before spending her remaining time on earth in the interior of a demon's tummy.
 
 
GULP!
 
 
The two horny imps fell on their backs as well, their now flaccid dicks giving a few throbs as they felt all nice and full with their enormous bulging guts. Inside all four monsters, the girls, tightly sealed behind green skin, let out screams, cries and moans of despair.
 
The creatures just relaxed and enjoyed. They'd never devoured such high-ranking Demon Slayers before, but they were just as easy meals as any other peasant woman they'd fucked then devoured. Three Hashiras and a female demon, and none of them put up a substantial fight. If only they had never decided to hunt demons down, then perhaps they could have lived peacefully as regular people, until their village was raided by some other demon, which could possibly never happen in their lifetime. But as things stood, they had cut down many adversaries and made many powerful enemies, and this was the wage of their own decisions.
 
The demon who had decided to try his hand at being a cannibal and ended up eating a member of his own species was also reaping the harsh consequences of his actions, for Nezuko's meat wasn't agreeing with him at all.
 
 
GUUUUUUURGLEEEEEERE! GROOOOOOOOWL!
 
His stomach made angry sounds and quivered as it found out that processing Nezuko's body was not a comfortable thing, and the creature released a painful belch.
 
 
BOOOOOOOOOURP!
 
 
Its fellows though, were pretty much at ease. The supple meat of females was what their diets consisted of, and slowly digesting a whole human woman was nothing new for the imps. Keyword slowly, which was something the three Hashiras and one demon were going to find out the hard way.
 
It all started with searing acids in their skin. They were merciless, and the fact that their victims were beautiful young women didn't matter a bit. It hurt awfully, and the smell was so unbearable that it burned the girls' nostrils as it passed through them. If that wasn't enough, the monsters' constant belching kept depriving them of the limited, precious oxygen they so needed. Then, the stomach walls started pressing them, wishing to soften their flesh up and process it alongside de digestive juices.
 
 
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELCHHHHHH!
 
 
The creature who had devoured Nezuko belched again, releasing some of the inner pressure that had been bothering him. The fact that the demon woman was also the most active of all the four didn't help at all, but he didn't regret it when he remembered how good her fat ass had tasted.
 
Inside him, Nezuko had started to lose hope. She called for her brother Tanjiro as the acids ate through her, but deep down she knew he wouldn't be able to help her. Busy with some mission, he wouldn't even know the plight his dear little sister was passing through until it was too late to do anything.
 
Kanao kept pathetically clawing at her prison's walls, calling her adopted sister. She had lost her family before, and to see this drama repeated in an even more drastic manner broke her emotionless persona down and she began crying again. Shinobu's spirit was already broken from her previous treatment, so now, as the acids slowly but surely obliterated her, she could only remember her late older sister, who perished in the same manner, leaving her the Butterfly Mansion where she swore she'd help other Demon Slayers as long as she lived. And now, she was going to go like Kanae Kocho had gone...
 
 Mitsuri was still screaming bloody murder and pounding the tight walls of her prison. To be used by a male demon, then devoured like a simple pork cutlet, it was the very opposite of the love she believed in and her Breathing Style was named after! But the brute didn't care a bit for the meat packed away tightly inside his gut, and she could only protest in vain, the bad taste in her mouth a constant reminder of her shameful defeat.
 
The torture went on for hours, until the meat inside their stomachs began to bubble and a series of cracks and snaps filled the room. A few last gurgly belches and the processed remains of three Hashiras and one demon started being sucked by eager, serpentine bowels which, even as tight as they were, had the ability to squeeze them all in.
 
Those slimy tubes soon began their work of absorbing and giving a final touch to their only partially solid contents, which moved loudly through the bowels, pressed from all saids by the structures that, with vampires-like hunger, drained water and nutrients away.
 
Eventually, though, their long serpentine trip was complete, and their bellies reduced in size enough to allow them to move again, the four imps got up awkwardly as they felt a strong pressure in their behinds. They squatted and began loudly squeezing out the product of their well-spent night.
 
What appeared at first to be thick coils soon proved to be much more defined logs of shit, being dumped out with surprising ease by the four dwarfish things. Their assholes expanded to release them without any trouble, and they were soon piled up on the floor, four huge steaming turds freshly made and perfectly carved, each feature and each curve of the suffering women a perfect replica of how they were in life, albeit now lifeless and composed of hot brown foulness.
 
Their assassination work done, the now chubbier creatures began to slowly shuffle away from the still steaming scatues and out of the Butterfly Mansion, back to their master. The next morning the Kakushi serving as attendants for the now late Insect Hashira and her younger adopted sister would have a nasty surprise when they came in to clean the room and found out that the house of healing had been turned into a stinking place of disgusting, unnatural death.
 
Making their way out by crawling from a window, the four imps made their way back moving so slowly and so close to the ground that one could have mistaken them for a bunch of bloated, fat serpents slithering through the grass, or for gigantic green slugs leaving a trail of foul slime behind them as they passed.
 
Finally, they reached Guren, still sitting on the weathered rock, arms crossed impatiently. Upon seeing her familiars come back, and with much fatter potbellies at that, she smiled and nodded approvingly.
 
"The targets were all disposed of, and just in time, for the sun will begin to rise in about an hour or so. Lord (???) will be very pleased," One of the creatures belched, and expelled Nezuko's horn, which had lost its way in the gastric trip. Guren picked it up and scrutinized it humorously. "Very pleased indeed. Not even the filthy traitor survived."
 
Hiding the slimy horn in her robes, Guren chuckled, and pointed at the imps summoned by her Blood Demon Art with her kiseru.
 
"You have done well. Now, return to me, my minions!" As soon as she said so, the squat beings began to change, sinking and folding into themselves, then melting and evaporating into a reddening, heavy-looking smoke, which finally turned crimson and began to float in the demon woman's direction.
 
The smoke entered the kiseru by its larger aperture and Guren happily smoked it again. Then, a change occurred, as very suddenly the demon's body began to thicken, her curves fattening up almost instantaneously. Her thighs grew pillowy from their thickness, and her ass grew to such proportions that it tore part of her robes as it and her hips widened. Her tits straight up escaped from her clothes, growing out of them into two heavy meat sacks.
 
"Hmmmmmm, I've grown much stronger, all thanks to those foolish women~" She moaned, admiring her new form.
 
Then, putting away her pipe and picking up kasa, lamp and staff, she began to make her way back, her huge ass jiggling along as she cheerfully hummed a tune.
 
The laborer from before, having already slept and started on his way to the fields, for his work began very early, was coming from the opposite direction of the good-humored demon, their roles now reversed.
 
"Hello! A beautiful night we had, didn't we?♪" Guren spoke, cheerfully, catching the laborer off-guard and startling him again.
 
"W-Why, yes, sir! I mean," He glanced at Guren's thick, curvy body and at her slightly damaged clothes and corrected himself. "Madam."
 
"I believe you are going to work. Do you have a family?"
 
"I do, madam," The laborer gulped, for he now believed that Guren was the rich wife of some rich owner of lands coming back from a night of heavy drinking and debauchery and was afraid of angering her.
 
"Then take this and buy then something nice, will you?" She threw a golden coin in his direction, which he almost didn't catch, and went on her way, humming.
 
"Why, t-thank you, madam!" The man bowed, but she had already gone away.