	Second time through and things had become routine for you. With ease and grace you mowed through the many scarecrows and stone giants that guarded the woods. You had been here before, the husk of the city known as Oolacile, and curiously enough your work had been undone. To an Undead time itself seems to warp and double over, and you had been faced with an Oolacile still besieged by the abyss even though you had rid it of the darkness. Curiously enough things seemed...harder this time as well, the monsters facing you stronger than before, and able to take more hits before falling. But still, you knew how they worked, their traps and strategies fall before your blade.
	Passing by Chester, you meet his sneer with one of your own, after all you know what he's planning. For now though, you choose not to incur a sin and the Darkmoon's wrath, making note in your mind where to find a new hat. Your eyes are set on something far more important than a spiteful merchant, a fog gate towering before you, obscuring the arena that you know lays on the other side. Pressing your fist forward, the wall of fog easily gives and you push forward through the threshold.
	Instantly you're assaulted by an unknown stench, the heavy scent in the air unfamiliar to you. One thing that you do recognize is the Abysswalker himself before you, Knight Artorias. Just like the first time you fought him, energies of the abyss swirl around Artorias, the corrupting influence of Manus clawing into the knight's mind. But as you ready your shield something else seems off, the knight before you letting his sword clatter to the ground. Falling to his knees, Artorias claws at the ground while pained grunts escape him, his armor clanking against itself as he shudders. The stench in the air only grows thicker as you watch the knight go through the throes of some unknown agony.
	"Clkt. Shrt." Noises begin to emanate from Artorias' form and it doesn't take long for you to see why, the knight's armor beginning to crack and tear at the seams as his body underneath twists and distorts. The gauntlets shatter quickly, spraying about bits of metal and revealing the flesh of Artorias underneath, at least they should be. Instead of any man's skin you spy the coarse fur of a beast, like a pelt of a wolf, the Abysswalker's hands being revealed as furred claws. The fur on one of Artorias' clenched claws is an ashen grey, like a snow white that had been sullied. The knight's left arm, his crippled one, was a deep black that coursed past his forearm and ending in wisps of dark grey that met the ashen grey.
	"A-auughrrh!" A moan escaped the twitching sight before you, Artorias' voice being strangled into a growl as his head underneath his cloth and helmet began to distort as well. Slowly, a snout began to emerge from the darkness of the Abysswalker's hood, distinctly canine in nature and the same ashen grey fur of Artorias' arms, its lips rose in a primal sneer akin to a wolf facing an adversary. The metal of the helm began to split as well, giving out painful creaks of protest as Artorias' head widened, the now over-stressed metal still seated upon the knight's upper face, still hiding his eyes from sight but not the two ears that now peaked from behind.
	The ground beneath Artorias tore apart as more changes ravaged his body, his leggings slowly snapping apart now. It began with the soles of the armor, two sets of claws tearing through the once pristine metal, growing into paws that remind you of the Great Grey Wolf. Slowly the Abysswalker's legs changed into a digitigrade shape, tendons shifting in order to support his canine lower body, his thighs thickening with muscle and mass.
	Agonizingly, Artorias pushes himself from the floor and turns to face you again. The already towering knight now even larger thanks to his transformation, something which still seems to be ongoing as you watch his chest plate begin to deform. The most resilient piece of Artorias' armor manages to hold as his shoulders grow broader, his chest thicker, his entire upper body gaining more muscle. Where a knight was once standing before you, now stands a hulking man-beast covered in fur, drool dripping from his growling maw.
	"AwooooO!!" A savage howl echoes from the beast in front of you as it rears its head back to the sky, its claws burled into fists as its arms clench. The muscles beneath Artorias' fur ripple as he crouches down before launching himself towards you with a roar, the sheer force behind his leap tearing up the stone where he was standing. Your first instinct is to roll out of the way, but he's already upon you. The sheer force of impact flings you several feet into the air, the only thing ceasing your travel is your meeting with the stone wall. Before you can reorient yourself Artorias is already towering above you, growling down at your crumpled form. Clenching your teeth, you anticipate his next blow to be the last, but curiously enough the knight-turned-beast instead digs his claws into the wall above you.
	Glancing up at him, confusion begins to set in but is quickly interrupted by that scent from before wafting into your nose. A startled gasp escapes you as you finally realize what that stench you've been smelling is, your position on the floor leaving you face to face with the Abysswalker's crotch. A horribly taut package swings between the legs of Artorias, covered in fur just like the rest of him but also having a thick, dark grey tuft of it running down the center, the smell filling the arena having been the potent musk emanating from the furry sack before you. By your guess alone, the beast's sack must be the size of your own head, the sheer weight the testes inside causing it to sag. Back and forth, the large ballsack shakes as Artorias futilely thrusts his hips, his transformation having put him in some sort of bestial rut, the movement of his package only sending more musky air your way.
	You try your best to hold your breath, but as you purse your lips you feel the splatter of liquid. The skirt of Artorias' armor slowly bends out of the way as a gargantuan cock makes its appearance. Matching the black fur of his package, Artorias' shaft is a strong obsidian, an uncut sheath of foreskin still protecting his head. But as his package shook with his lust-driven fervor, the Abysswalker's length continued to grow, foreskin being pulled back to reveal the wide head of cock, while veins began to become apparent across the width of the shaft. Arcing upwards, the beast's cock finally hardens, the veins running along it becoming more defined, the mating stick is thicker than your forearm and just as long. Pre eagerly drools from the tip of Artorias' head, sliding down the throbbing length just to get caught in his furry pubic hair, the growing arousal of the beast making the musk already settling in your head even more oppressive.
	Your mind is a storm as you struggle against the urges filling you thanks to the debauchery of the beast known as Artorias. The end result is you staring blankly at the lewd acts of the knight, that is until a swing of Artorias' ample ballsack causes some of his pre to splat right onto you. Slowly, you lick your lips and can barely hold back a shiver as his arousal meets your tongue, distantly you can feel your own shaft pressing against the lining of your leggings, but that's far away from the thoughts that are now swarming your mind. As Artorias reels back from a thrust you lean forward, and drag your tongue across his drippy length, instantly giving yourself a buzz of deep pleasure as his corrupt pre slathers your tastebuds. The canine shudders in ecstasy as well, the touch of another new to his mind, the warmth of your organ causing his cock to throb even harder than before.
	The scraping of stone echoes through the arena as Artorias pulls a claw from the wall and sets it upon your head, urging you in your ministrations. Eagerly you slide your tongue across the knight's shaft, slurping up whatever rivulets of pre you can find. Above you can hear the beast begin to pant as you service him, something which spurs you on in a lewd sense of pride. Travelling up Artorias' shaft you begin to lick at the head of his cock, salivating over the lips of his length and digging into the folds of his foreskin. As your tongue moves back and force across his head, the knight's lower body flexes, pleasure filling his savage mind, causing even more pre to spurt from his shaft. You put your lips to the lips of his cock and begin to suck down the extra-thick arousal now leaving his tip, the results of your effort spurring you on as your hands come up to palm his hairy package.
	As your metal-encased fingers cup and squeeze Artorias' package, you fear you may have pushed him too far as the hand that sat upon your head begins to push you down. With your lips already upon his shaft there's no hope of escape and instead you relax, letting your mouth open wide as you're fed musky doggy dong. Inch by inch, you're fed the Abysswalker's shaft, his black meat sliding in between your stretched lips, spurts of pre gracing your tongue before the immense shaft pushes on by. Your mouth is a swirl of pre, saliva, and sweat, the messy cocktail eagerly being slurped down by your lust-addled mind, your body craving more of Artorias' fluids as he corrupts you. But sadly you feel his cock bump against the back of your mouth, making you choke around his cock, thinking Artorias' spelunking is at an end you begin to push back at the hand upon your head, trying to signal the knight by stroking the back of his package along with his taint.
	As it turns out, you underestimate the sheer willpower of Artorias and his desire to mate with your mouth. Doubling down, the beast jerks his hips forward as he continues to press your face upon his dick, the head of his enormous shaft being forced down the path of least resistance, your throat. You can feel tears form as you're fed yet more of Artorias' musky cock, your throat being forced open to make room for his virile organ's wide glans. Noises emanate from your throat as you struggle to pull oxygen from around the length filling you, making sounds that can only be described as lewd. It could be due to your nature as an undead, or maybe the corruption of Artorias affecting you, but while you slurp down the shaft being fed into you, your body refuses to pass out and instead subjects you to every second of the cock caused destruction of your throat. And while you're squirming and writhing around the beast's manhood, you can feel it drizzling pre into your stomach in response, depriving you of its sweet taste but intoxicating you nonetheless.
	Your world is dominated by the taste of Artorias' cock and the primal scent that hangs over you like a fog, each drop of the knight's arousal making you hungry for more as your throat widens. Faintly at first, you feel something tickle your lips, until finally you feel your lips get smushed up against the Abysswalker's crotch, the beast having managed to fit his entire length inside of you. The thick fur of Artorias' ballsack rubs up against your chin, his titanic cum-factories rubbing their scent against your face as the corrupted knight takes a moment to relish the ecstasy of finding a nice hole to breed, his hips slowly moving side to side.
	Your throat bulges obscenely to fit all of the flesh inside of it, the beast's cock having definitely grown as it was forced inside of you. And even with this massive monument to fertility piercing your maw, you greedily suckle upon it, your hands groping and tugging on Artorias' tightly-packed ballsack as you try to coax more from him. You're utterly lust-drunk now, your own length making a leaky tent, but left ignored as you slobber around Artorias.
	Artorias' claw clenches around your head again as you feel the beast slowly shift his hips back, the enormous shaft inside of your throat being dragged out at an agonizing rate. As his shaft retreats, it feels as though every centimeter of your throat is a pleasure center, making your esophagus spasm around the obsidian colored cock. The tumultuous package leaves its cranny under your chin, leaving you feeling cold without the furry ballsack pressed against you, but as you feel the wide glans of Artorias' head travel back up your throat, he stops halfway. For a split second your sloshing mess of a brain tries to understand what's happening, any process is too difficult save for gagging on the shaft inside you and taking in more musk, and then Artorias thrusts back down into you.
	"Glhk! Gluk! Glhk!" The knight's powerful thighs clench as he rapidly pummels your face with his crotch, sending his oppressive shaft in and out of you at a breakneck speed, the head never retreating more than halfway out of your throat. Just barely can you hold on under his assault, your eyes rolling upwards as the pleasure of being used as a cock-sleeve smashes your already frayed mind. Each thrust pulls more strangled noises of wet cock meeting wetter throat, the arena being filled with the sounds of a beast mating with a hole never intended to be impregnated by such a large tool. And even though your mind is elsewhere, caught in the ecstasy of being used like a slut, your own cock eagerly drools its pre against the linings of your armor, throbbing in arousal.
	"Wapwapwapwapwapwap...!" Your lips bruise as they're forced to constantly meet the base of Artorias' shaft, the wiry pubic fur scratching against you as well. Thanks to the constant thrusting of the Abysswalker, his wrecking ball of a package manages to slip from your grasp and begins to pummel against you as well, the thick tuft of fur running along the ballsack cushioning it as its musk-laden orbs smash into you. Some far off part of your mind, still untouched by the tempting aromas of Artorias' musk, begs for this to end, to be free from the savage mating of your throat, but the beast above you has no intention of stopping.
	Salvo after salvo of pre fills your stomach, the beast's shaft drooling even more frequently than before, his viscous arousal helping to lube the shaft punching in and out of your throat. Slowly Artorias' thrusts become longer and more drawn out as he tries to pull more of his shaft free from you, the glans of his head dragging against the inside of your throat. It's an agonizing process that blurs the lines between pleasure and pain as you clench around the head of his shaft, the engorged flesh causing your esophagus to bulge and strain. Finally, you feel his head tugging at the back of your mouth, well over two feet of man-meat having been snaked out of you, the lips of his shaft drooling his sweat arousal onto your tongue again.
	Fresh air rushes inside you, and you hyperventilate around the wide head still filling your mouth, your vision regaining clarity as your eyes return to their normal state. Still in a fog of lust, you slide your tongue across the shaft in your warm maw, suckling on it as it pours pre. It feels as though he's stopping, as though Artorias has had his fill, but something nags at you, something very basic that you should know about mating. When it finally hits you, that he has cum yet, the Abysswalker has already clenched his thighs and hardened his grip on your skull.
	Letting loose a mix of a roar and a howl, Artorias thrusts back into you with all of his strength, smashing past your tongue and back down into your throat. "Glhkh!!" Your cry of protest is strangled as the two feet of cock you've grown familiar with is nestled inside of you again, the massive package of Artorias being pressed firmly against you again as well. Everything becomes blurred as your eyes roll back up, the once long and savage thrusts of the beast now replaced with short and even more forceful ones, a few inches of his shaft spearing in and out of you. Your nose is treated to constant smacks of smelly pubic fur as the bottom of your throat is turned into a mating hole for Artorias, the Abysswalker somehow finding more of his shaft to fit into you. Above you, the knight's breath has grown ragged, small yips beginning to leave his drooling maw as he digs deeper into you. Corruption swirls around the both of you as your face is mated, the pre squirting from the beast's tip, though invisible to you, taking on a pale tinge of darkness as it stains your inner being.
	As your belly fills with that corrupted liquid, your whole body seizes up as you feel the shaft inside of your throat throb and grow, the length thickening as it dominates you. Each throb of Artorias' cock seems to echo throughout your mind, your neck stretched impossibly wide to contain his girth, the thrusts of the knight growing frantic. Back and forth, naught but a few inches escape your mouth as the Abysswalker begins to whine, his shaft contracting as its thick veins can be seen underneath your skin. The claw on your head digs into your hair and Artorias thrusts one last time, as hard as he can. The wide head of the Abysswalker's shaft pushes through whatever meek resistance you had left and your entire body seizes up as you feel his head pop into your stomach, the swollen glans of his head anchoring his shaft inside of you.
	"Plup. Plup. Plup. Plup..." Thick and gooey salvos of doggy batter are forced down the contracting shaft that penetrates down into your belly, giving you a direct deposit of Artorias' protein. Even with his shaft so deeply embedded that you can taste his jizz, the warmth filling you along with the musk coming from his throbbing package is enough to finally set you off, your own length twitching as you climax inside of your leggings. While you manage to stain yourself with a decent orgasm, your shaft still lightly pulsing as you feel your seed slip down the lining of your armor, the Abysswalker's climax still goes on. The beast's enormous ballsack visibly dwindles as it presses up against you, the orbs inside working over time to pump all of their payload into you, each salvo just as piping hot as the last. Up through the balls and down into you, Artorias sends his DNA, impregnating your stomach with much more than any human could possibly take, your belly slowly growing as it's filled with sperm that sloshes back and forth. Seconds turn into minutes and minutes feel as though they turn to hours as the beast's orgasm drags on and on, making sure you'll taste nothing but his cum. While you had entered the arena with a trim belly, now you lie swollen with swimmers, looking as though you truly are pregnant with Artorias' child.
	It feels as though you've spent an eternity trapped between Artorias' legs, being turned into a receptacle for his jizz, the buzz of pleasure on your mind no doubt helping in that regard. But finally the clenching of the Abysswalker's shaft begins to slow, the blasts of man-cream becoming further apart until finally few drops of jism squeeze from the lips of his shaft. The knight pants heavily above you, his shaft still lodged in your belly thanks to the blood-filling it, every twitch of his body causing your stomach to slosh back and forth. Slowly, the claw that grips your head releases you, and surprisingly enough it begins to...pet you. Groggily you try to reason Artorias may be trying to soothe you after abusing you so thoroughly, the damage is done however, and your cum-drunk mind begins to fade. Your vision grows hazy and fatigue hangs at the corners of your mind, however you continue to gag thanks to the colossal cock still jammed into your stomach. Thankfully, the thick musk of your lover helps to dull your mind, the after-sex stench mixing with the beast's scent and your mind slips away to sleep.

REQUESTED ALTERNATE "ROUGHER" ENDING:

		It feels as though you've spent an eternity trapped between Artorias' legs, being turned into a receptacle for his jizz, the buzz of pleasure on your mind no doubt helping in that regard. But finally the clenching of the Abysswalker's shaft begins to slow, the blasts of man-cream becoming further apart until finally few drops of jism squeeze from the lips of his shaft. The knight pants heavily above you, his shaft still lodged in your belly thanks to the blood-filling it, every twitch of his body causing your stomach to slosh back and forth. Suddenly, the claw that grips your head digs into you, its hold on you tightening. Leaning back, Artorias begins to tug on his cock still jammed in your throat, causing you to convulse around his still swollen staff, its glans still caught on the entrance to your stomach. Unrelenting, the Abysswalker tugs harder and harder, his cock getting squeezed as your esophagus clenches in protest, the dregs of the beast's orgasm being wringed out into your belly. Jamming himself back down to his very root, Artorias thighs flex as he jerks back as hard as he can, his wide cock head exiting your throat with a wet slurp. You're utterly exhausted, your jaw is sore, you can taste dog jism in your mouth, and your throat is stretched to the shape of a corrupted wolf knight's dick. Finally, your body's reached its limit, and your vision begins to fade. You can feel Artorias' seed beginning to leak from your mouth as your body struggles to contain it, and looking up at the beast you see his shaft back at attention, the knight staring at you expectantly for more.