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And there's part 2. Major storyline resolved, more developing, fun times all around! I look forward to some more adventurey ones now that they're resolved, heh. Also, lots more Lucy. Just, lots more Lucy.

Anyway, thanks, once again, for reading, and I hope you enjoy! I'm gonna take a nap since I just uploaded 30k words worth of stuff,haha. And after that, back to work!

Proofread by SkyWing

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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"Valian!" Matty screamed, running through the damp grass of his vast backyard in a state of panic, his bare black fur shimmering in the moonlight. Moments earlier, the demonic bat he considered his mate had taken off like a comet, streaking through the air, vanishing into the night sky, and there was no lingering evidence of where he might have gone.

Stopping near the bat's garden, beside a tall oak tree, Matty frantically looked around, close to hyperventilating. He pinned his ears back, eyes watering, heart thundering in his chest. Cupping his hands around his muzzle, he shouted a much louder, partially cracking, "VALIAN!!!" as loud as he could.

"I'm right here, stop the damn screaming," a voice rumbled, coming from far above him.

Taken completely by surprise, Matty belted out another shrill shriek as he spun around, stumbling over his own feet, landing rump-first on the cool grass.

"Do you have any idea how ANNOYING that is?" Valian growled, glaring down at the fox as he rubbed his ears. He was otherwise the picture of serenity, casually lounging on a high branch of the tree, utterly unashamed of his nudity. Crossing his arms behind his head, he reclined against the trunk, his legs crossed at the ankles, doing nothing to hide the cage locking away his sheath. He kept his wings spread wide, using them to balance himself on the thin, yet sturdy branch.

Scrambling to his feet, Matty wasn't entirely sure if this was a good sign or not. Even so, just seeing the demonic bat again, he couldn't stop himself from breaking into a full, slightly teary smile. "Valian... I thought you-"

"Thought I what? Ran off into the night, leaving you alone forever?"

"I... Well..." Matty glanced off to the side, his smile fading. "Yes, I... I did..."

"I considered it. I made it a good distance away before I decided to turn around."

"What..." Mumbling, Matty nervously scratched his arm, his tail slowly waving back and forth behind him. "What made you change your mind?"

"Nothing MADE me change my mind. Nothing made me do anything. And that's the point. I realized that whatever I chose to do next, it was no one's say but my own. So I chose to stay." Valian let out a long, deep sigh. "So help me, I don't hate it here." He paused to sigh again. "And you... you can be amusing. At times."

Wiping his eyes, Matty said nothing, only giving a slight chuckle.

"Besides, I can't just leave my garden at the mercy of you idiots. And it's not like I can really go anywhere like this." Sweeping a hand down his bare body, Valian brought it back up to point at his eyes, burning out of the darkness like a pair of glowing red coals. "Or with these."

"So... if you're, well, happy here, why did you run away at all?" Matty asked, cocking his head to the side.

"That's actually the reason I'm staying up here, for the time being," Valian said, sitting upright, dangling his legs off the branch. "I would prefer to continue living here, yes, but I will only do so under one condition."

"Okay... what?"

"You have to swear to me, right now, on whatever you hold sacred, that neither you - nor anyone else - will ever try to brand me, or otherwise control me again."

"Isn't that dangerous?" Matty asked, glancing down at his ring. "If you're unbound, can't other demon hunters and stuff track you?"

"And we're more than equipped to deal with that IF it ever happens."

"Wait... Speaking of tracking, I should really make a note to figure out why that brand failed, right? That wouldn't be good if the others were suddenly vulnerable and I didn't notice. Seems like something important to know. Like maybe there's a time limit or something? Or maybe-"

"PAY ATTENTION," Valian shouted through tensely clenched teeth. He leaned forward, calmly adding, "This is important, and not up for debate. Can you make me that promise?"

Matty blinked, scratching his chin as he evaluated the deal. "Maybe," he said, scratching his chin, "if you wanted to, we could sign a contract. You know, bind us together as equal partners?"

"You've been talking to Axel again," Valian said, grumbling as he narrowed his eyes to slits.

"No! I mean, yeah, I have, but not about that. Specifically. I kinda just found out a little while ago that my grandma was a succubus, and the lynx that's here - Miles, you'll probably meet him eventually - performed their contract signing ceremony. So, yeah, if it worked for them, maybe it could work for us?"

Covering his face with both hands, Valian groaned, muttering something incomprehensible. "Give me some time to think it over. For the time being, no ring, no contracts, no anything. Is it a deal, or am I gone?"

Not needing to consider it any further, Matty vigorously nodded. "You've earned my trust, Valian." Puffing his chest out, he held his hand over his heart. "I hereby swear on my undying love for you that I will not use my ring on you again!"

Valian blinked, showing a slight sneer. "Fine, good enough," he muttered, slowly shaking his head. Scooting forward off the branch, he spread his wings, using them to flutter safely to the ground. The instant his feet met the cool grass, the fox lunged toward him. Flinching, Valian was ready to take right off flight, though his instincts told him to remain calm and hold his ground. True to his word, the fox refrained from re-branding him, instead grasping him around the arms and torso in an overly enthusiastic hug.

Burying his face in the bat's chestfur, Matty breathed in his familiar smoky musk mixed with the remnants of equally smoky cum still flecked about his belly. He was never happier than in that very moment. Without lifting his head, he asked, "Hey, Valian?"

"What?" Valian asked back, uncomfortably shifting, his arms pinned to his sides by the cloying fox. As unpleasant as it was, there was some part of him that not only enjoyed, but also welcomed the gesture. Or, at least, something kept him from heaving the fox into the next state.

"Do you remember a while back when we talked about messing around in your garden?" Playfully chuckling, Matty ran a finger through the bat's back fur, just above his tail.

"I don't remember it being phrased quite like that, but yes, I remember you mentioning it."

Suggestively wiggling his eyebrows up at the bat, Matty pointed at the garden's gate. "Well? We're already out here, aren't we? I don't know about you, but I feel like we should celebrate whatever it was we just did! How about we give it a try?"

"It just rained. The only clear area's going to be nothing but a mud pit."

Matty's grin grew almost threateningly wide. "Aw, what, the big bad demon's suddenly afraid to get a little dirty?"

Glaring at the fox, the red light of Valian's eyes flickered. He clenched his jaw, exhaling a smoldering breath through his nose. "Fine," he eventually muttered, "I can handle it if you can."

Positively giddy, Matty cheerfully shouted, finally ending his crushing hug. He happily bounded over to the gate, holding it open for the bat, eagerly waving for him to follow.

With a faint sigh, Valian strolled into his garden, his sharp toeclaws clicking against the wet cobblestones forming the main walkway. After letting the short gate clatter shut behind them, the fox trailed close behind him as they entered into a large, open area. Thus far, Valian hadn't gotten around to planting this section yet, leaving it without any protective plastic covering, which, after the rain, had become a large, 20' x 20' patch of mud. Stepped into the wet ground, sinking down with a slight squish, he stifled a moan. He was utterly stunned, looking down at his feet, spreading his toes. The last time he'd gone barefoot in mud like that was... he couldn't even remember. The cool, wet muck hissing against his hot flesh... it felt-

Lost in reverie, he was taken completely taken by surprise when the fox, hysterical laughing, shoved him from behind. He stumbled forward, stomping through the mud, sending flecks of it flying everywhere, barely managing to keep his balance and stay upright. Turning toward his assailant, he snarled, threateningly spreading his wings.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Matty said, still laughing, "I couldn't help myself! Can't believe you're still standing, though. Nice moves!"

Folding his wings back in, Valian stood upright. Though his immediate feeling of indignant rage still lingered, watching the nude, giggling black fox, illuminated by the bright moonlight, and the indescribably wonderful feelings caressing his footpaws, he couldn't help but grin. Even so, he made sure to hide it before the fox could see. "You think you can take me down that easily?" he said, lowering his stance, "Come on then."

"Ooh, mud wrestling? I like it!" Matty said, stepping into the slimy muck. "Winner gets to be on top?"

"Fine by me."

"Okay! Brace yourself!" Matty shouted, springing forward to tackle the bat, who casually stepped to the side, easily dodging him. The bat gave him a light smack to the back of his head as he flew by, sending him face down into the muck, sliding several feet before slowing to a stop.

Jumping right back to his feet, Matty's entire front side was dripping with caked mud. "Lucky-pththththpt-lucky dodge!" he said, wiping off his eyes and muzzle. Charging forward a second time, he managed to wrap his arms around the bat's slender waist.

Valian held totally still, thoroughly entertained by the fox's grunting, fruitless efforts to pick him up and throw him to the ground. He didn't even mind the fact that the beautiful white fur of his legs was getting stained with dirt, far too distracted by the fox's cheekfur rubbing his caged cockflesh. Twitching, he bucked his hips, his desire to play around with the fox overtaken by an enthusiastic desire to mate. Pulling the struggling fox up by his armpits, Valian effortlessly tossed him, back-down, onto the ground.

Landing with a wet thud, Matty began to scramble back up, only for his chest to be pinned back to the ground by the bat's dirty footpaw.

"Stay down," Valian said, his cage pulsing with need, "I win."

"Aw, already?" Matty sighed, fading into a slight chortle when he noticed a fat glob of pre-cum dripping from the bat's trapped cock. "Alright, I concede," he said, stretching out fully, reclining with his hands behind his head, "ravish me, demon!"

Barely even listening, Valian hungrily dropped to his knees in the mud, straddling the fox's legs. After wiping a bit of caked dirt from the fox's crotch, he proceeded to massage the sheath and dangling balls, quickly coaxing the red, vulpine shaft out from its hiding place. He firmly pinched and tugged on the tip, both teasing its squirming owner and working the tapered length further out, moving lower to squeeze to the swelling base once it made its appearance.

Matty groaned, tossing his head back, closing his eyes. While the treatment was rougher than he generally preferred, the bat knew exactly how to push his buttons. Within moments, he was flying at full-staff, throbbing upright, inflated knot and all.

Licking his lips, Valian crawled forward on all fours, straddling the fox. He sat up, reaching back, aiming the pointed cock-tip between his cheeks before lowering his rear, steadily impaling his tailhole with the pulsing, sensitive shaft, sitting back until his rim met the knot.

Matty hissed through his teeth, the furnace-like heat enveloping his tool contrasting sharply with the cool, late-summer-night air. His toes alternately splayed and curled as the bat began to bounce upon his lap, fucking his own ass at a swift pace. The bat fell back onto all fours above him, pinning him down by his shoulders, hammering his whole body into the ground. Barely able to move, Matty did what little he could to contribute, reaching up to rub the bat's cockflesh through the gaps of his cage. As far as he could tell, it was having the desired effect, forcing the bat to pound up and down ever faster.

His wings shooting out to either side, Valian drew himself up, nearly pulling off the fox's cock, and slammed back down, furiously roaring as the entirety of the wide, fleshy knot was forced into his ass with resounding pop. The strain of his encased shaft straining and failing to grow past its cage while it was also teased by the fox's probing fingers was more than he could handle, sending him wildly slapping their pelvises together.

Though Matty tried his best to hold himself back, wishing to make it last as long as possible, with his length fully enveloped by an indescribably glorious burning, crushing heat milking it for everything it was worth, he barely lasted another minute. His toes curled and his balls drew in close, his whole body tingling as he was sent howling into a powerful climax. He shot several thick globs of cum straight up the bat's tailpipe, adding to the mostly depleted deposit he had left a short time earlier. Falling back in a drained afterglow, he panted with his tongue hanging out, waiting for his mate to finish as well.

Valian met the fox's howl with another roar, the rush of feeding and being filled, not to mention the repeated knocking against his prostate, easily sending him into an orgasm of his own. His cage visibly pulsing, he bit his lip, tensing up as he shot a single, solid stream of cum directly into the fox's open mouth.

Swallowing what he could, Matty let most of the smoky spunk splatter against his face, staining his fur and the surrounding dirt. He thoroughly licked his lips once the flow abated, humming at the always welcome, barbecue-like taste of the bat's unique jizz.

Panting, both energized and exhausted, Valian fell back, still knotted, and dropped to the ground, landing between the fox's legs. They enjoyed their afterglow in silence for some time, letting the ambient sounds of a calm summer night filter in between their tired breaths.

Lifting a hand, flinging away a clump of muck, Matty reached down to scratch his thigh, his knuckles accidentally knocking against the bat's metal chastity cage. "Hey... Valian?" he asked.

"Nrph," Valian grunted back, resting comfertably with his eyes closed.

"Since we're... you know... kind of officially equal partners now... do you... do you want me to take off your cage?"

Valian fell totally silent, opening his eyes as wide as they would go. He wanted to scream yes, not even needing to think it over. But again, something... something held him back. There it was, the offer to be freed of that damn cage, all he'd wanted since it was put on, and all he could say was, "No."

"No? Really?"

"Yes."

"...yes you want it off?"

"I'm not doing this," Valian muttered. "My answer is no, and I don't want to discuss it any further."

"You can wear it sometimes, still, but I'm just saying if you want time off with-"

"LOOK," Valian shot back, propping himself up on his elbows, slipping a little on the wet ground, "For my entire life, going all the way back my creation, I've been someone or something else's slave. I was made to serve, and I rebelled because I thought I could be free. I fell alongside all the others, and I just wound up a slave again. And then I came up here, alone, and even though it felt like I was free, I never really was. This..." He gestured toward his crotch sheath. "This... thing I was cursed with when I was made into an incubus has always influenced, and maybe even forced my decisions. Kill, consume, seek pleasure, sow discord... And ever since you locked it away, it stopped telling me what to do. It went silent."

Thinking better of it, Matty managed to keep himself from snickering at the thought of a talking dick.

"Now that the ring's brand is gone too, for the first time in my existence, there's no one in my head but me. Don't get me wrong, I hate being caged. I miss getting hard, the pleasure of fucking anyone I wanted, anytime I wanted..." Valian stopped to wipe a bit of drool from his mouth. "But having the absolute freedom to choose who I am and what I do? That brings me far more pleasure than having it unlocked ever could. So, thank you for the offer, but no. I'm not going back to being a slave to anything of anyone. Now drop it." Sighing, he dropped back to the ground. "I fucking HATE that the dog was right."

Matty quietly sat back, gazing up at the stars, considering the bat's words. "Whatever makes you happy makes me happy," he said, grinning. "Thanks for cumming clean about that."

Refusing to directly acknowledge his statement, Valian simply grunted.

"I love you, Valian."

A deep, uncomfortable silence hung in the air between them, punctuated by the sound of a lonely cricket somewhere nearby.

"Love you too," Valian mumbled back, barely above a whisper.

Matty sat right up, his face beaming with joy, his mouth gaping open in a full smile.

"If you don't sit back down right now I'm going to gut you and wear your pelt as a cape," Valian said, crossing his hands over his chest.

Feeling happier than he knew was possible, Matty did as he was told, resting back against the mud, smiling up at the moon.

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Sitting alone in a bar, perched on a tall stool, Lucas stared down into his beer, idly tapping his temple. He let out a soft sigh, giving his drink a quick swirl, taking a long sip before setting the glass back down, going right back to staring into the gently rippling liquid.

Over the past several days - ever since his visit to the mansion, actually - everything just felt... off... He couldn't remotely begin to put a finger on it, but something was scratching at the back of his mind. Something important. Something... wrong...

As far as he could remember, the visit was unusually mundane. He saw Matty, showed the little shit his place, and left as soon as all his debts were paid off. The exact details of their encounter were fuzzy, though. Whenever he really tried to think back to what happened, his memories were haunted by what seemed to be two pairs of glowing red and lavender eyes staring through him, down to his very soul.

For the briefest of moments, he could make out a lightning flash of a pair of demonically twisted bats, but he quickly gulped down the rest of his drink, desperate to bury that image. He sighed again, wondering if he should go back to the mansion and figure out what the hell was happening to him. It wouldn't be the worst idea just to go somewhere safe, especially since he just couldn't shake the feeling he was being followed.

While he wasn't certain, through his last several stops, he could swear he'd seen the same ferret improbably showing up no matter where he went, over and over again. The tall, skinny mustelid in question was presently sitting alone at a table in the corner, ordering food, trying far too hard not to make any obvious glances his way.

Lucas shook his head reassuring himself as best as he could. He was probably seeing things. On his best days, he couldn't tell any of those rodent-things apart. There was no way he was being followed, and he definitely wasn't going crazy... right? Then again, his grandfather was damn sure crazy... Maybe it ran in his family...

Running his finger along the rim of his glass, he snorted, his tail drooping limply behind him as he waited for the bartender to return.

"Greetings," a deep, velvety smooth voice spoke from behind, just over his shoulder. "Care for another drink?"

"Move along pal, I don't swing that way," Lucas said, brusquely growling under his breath, not even bothering to look up from his glass.

"You misunderstand my intention," the speaker replied, smoothly sliding onto a stool next to the fox. "I am merely trying to be friendly. In fact, I believe we actually have a common... acquaintance." He held up a pair of gloved fingers, gesturing for the bartender to bring a pair of drinks.

"Do tell," Lucas said, rolling his eyes, sneering as he glanced to his side. His new companion was a completely unfamiliar deer, seemingly in his mid-to-early 20's, wearing a midnight-blue business suit, black tie, and black leather gloves. There was something immediately unsettling about his tall, extremely lanky build, as if his limbs were just a little too long and thin to fit the rest of his lightly muscled body. While the deer's choice of large, mirrored sunglasses were a strange choice, given the dark smokiness of the bar, it was the large, unusual rack of antlers that really drew Lucas' focus. They were completely black, appearing to be made of numerous thin, fuzzy, branching segments rather than solid pieces of bone. They were completely unlike any others he'd ever seen.

For a moment, Lucas could swear the antlers were twitching. He was about to say something about it when he stopped to sniff at the air, faintly detecting something sweet, like strawberries and vanilla. All at once, his various anxieties seemed to fall away just a little bit, replaced with a pleasantly empty warmth.

"Mmhmm. Yes. You could say your father and I are coworkers. Of a sort. And I-"

"My father's dead."

The deer paused, blinking behind his glasses. "Oh? Perhaps some other relative then." Muttering under his breath, he added, "I can never keep track of how you mortals work."

"What was that?" Lucas asked, his eyes half-lidded, the sickly sweet aroma flooding his senses steadily growing stronger. Looking back up at the deer's antlers, he was absolutely certain they were twitching and shaking, but that information was bothering him less and less.

"Nothing important." The deer waited as the bartender - a chubby red wolf in a plaid shirt and jeans - came over, delivering a fresh pair of beers. Sniffing at the air, sensing something amiss same as the fox had, he left to serve another customer. "The only important thing is that I owe your family a great debt, one which I intend to pay back in full."

His head swimming, Lucas simply took a sip of his drink. He didn't know how he was already getting buzzed barely into his second beer, but he liked the feeling. So much more... pleasurable, than just getting blackout drunk. Nothing was bothering him, there was only pleasure.

"Would you like to hear a story... what was your name again?"

"Lucas. Lucas Wechssssssler." the fox responded, slowly swayed side to side atop his stool.

"Marvelous." Though his stoically neutral expression showed no sign of change, the deer tapped his fingertips together, seemingly pleased with himself. "And you, Lucas, will address me as Prince Acadian."

"Oookay... Whaaaat're you a prrrrrrrince of?" Clumsily taking another sip of his drink, Lucas spilled a fair amount of beer down his shirt and onto his lap.

"Oh, like any good prince of hell I have a number of domains under my control. I created incubi and succubi, for one, but that is another story. For now, listen well to this one." Acadian cleared his throat. "Ever since the great fall, where I and the other royals established our great kingdom, I ruled over my territory without question. None ever dared stand against me, up until the day a MORTAL-" Acadian tightly gripped his glass, sending a pair of cracks down the sides. Calming himself, he continued, "A mortal. A black fox, in fact, strode on in where he didn't belong and senselessly wreaked havoc, turning my own subjects against me."

"Black foooox? Brother's black foooox. Grampop too, 'cept he deeeead toooo." Nearly falling off his seat, he was steadied by the deer.

"Eventually, those traitorous rebels managed to breach my fortress. I met that ancient fox in battle, and in the end... against all odds... against all LOGIC... he struck me down. I was forced to flee my rightful domain with my last loyal general. I was forced to flee. MY. HOME." Acadian stopped again, catching himself just shy of shattering his glass. "And so, having lost my home and most of my power, I left for the mortal realm to seek my revenge. Since the fox stole EVERYTHING from me, it's only fair that I go to his home and do the same to him, yes? And much to my delight, I discovered that during our battle, I had managed to wound that fox, staining my tattered robes with a little gift." He pulled out a small vial containing a bloodstained strip of cloth.

Softly grunting, Lucas nodded. He leaned forward, bracing himself on the bar, using his long tongue to lap more beer out of his glass.

"And so once I was here, I began using that gift to scry for my assailant's closest relative: You. I don't mind saying it was a herculean task, breaking through the wards and protections carved into your very soul. Weakened though I may be, there is no magic that can beat a prince of hell forever." With an aggressive twitch of his 'antlers', he further impregnated the air with his pheromones, solidifying his complete and utter domination of his new pet. "And now that I've found you, I can get started. But first..."

Glancing over at the ferret sitting in the corner, Acadian lowered his sunglasses, giving the concerned mustelid a good look at his eyes. They had no clearly defined irises or pupils, instead consisting of a simple - if completely unnatural - repeating pattern of concentric rings, alternating between yellow and black.

Dropping all pretenses of discretion, the ferret barely kept from screaming. He scrambled out of his chair, bolting out the front door, leaving a bunch of startled patrons in his wake. Acadian simply pushed to glasses back up, hiding his eyes once more.

By that point, Lucas was drooling alcohol down the sides of his mouth, gazed adoringly at his new master. His mind was totally blank, under the cervine's control. "Thaaaat was a niiiiiice story Acaaaaaadian..." he said, ending with the tip of his tongue peeking out of his muzzle.

"You will address me as Prince."

"Yessssir, prince!" For the first time since he first smelled that intoxicating aroma, Lucas turned to face the deer, revealing a full tent bulging out his pants. He was rock hard, his knotted length trying its damnedest to tear its way free. "Heeeeeey, can we pleeeeease fuck? I reeeeeeeally neeeed ta fuuuuuck... pleeeeeease... priiiiiince..."

"Yes, that would be acceptable. I could use a good meal." As if punctuating his statement, the demonic deer lifted his cracked cup to his lips, drinking everything in a single heavy gulp, the cool liquid popping and hissing as it flowed down his throat. He gently placed the glass on the counter, gesturing for the bartender to return while his antlers continued to twitch.

"Hey fellas, want another round?" the plump wolf asked, his eyelids fluttering. An increasingly confused expression plastered on his face, he took a look, hard sniff at the air, quickly joining the fox under the deer's spell.

"No, we are set regarding drinks. You will, however, retrieve for me everything in your register, and afterwards, you will come with us so I can fuck you as well."

"What?" the wolf asked, shaking his head. Anything resembling an independent, conscious thought was fleeing his mind, hastily being overwritten by nothing but blind devotion to the deer. Noticing the stupor-stricken fox in much the same situation, he stumbled backwards a step. "Whassss wrong wiff 'im?" he mumbled. "Whaaaaassss wrong wiff meeeee?"

"You have your orders. Now, proceed." With a final flick of his antlers, Acadian had the wolf completely under his control.

"Yes, Misssster deeeeeer..."

"Prince Acadian."

"Priiiiince Acaaadian."

Observing as his bonus slave deftly grabbed two handfuls of cash from the register, Acadian glanced back at the worshipful fox - the closest relative of his mortal enemy - rubbing at his crotch, silently begging to get fucked raw. If he had been the type to smile, the deer would have been grinning ear to ear.

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The ferret ran as fast as his legs would carry him through the deserted parking garage on the way to his car. His hands were trembling, barely able to get his phone out as he moved. Staring down at the screen, he stopped at his late-model sedan's door, selecting the entry, 'AXEL', from his list of contacts.

Just before he could make the call, his whole body seized up, a crackling burst of electricity flashing all around him. His jaw seized closed from the shock, he was barely able to make a strained, grunting scream before the sparking ended and everything went dead quiet. He immediately blacked out, falling to the ground in a heap, his fried, smoldering phone clattering away underneath his car.

"Uh-oh, looks like your call was dropped!" said a tall, lop-eared rabbit, still holding his hand out in a gun-shape, a small tendril of smoke rising from his index finger. Despite his sunken, crystal-blue eyes, scruffy gray fur and slightly emaciated appearance, he was cheerful and energetic, grinning down at his victim while rapidly tapping the toes of his right footpaw on the concrete. "Oh, wait," he said, touching his finger to his chin, "You didn't hear that, did you?" He nudged the ferret's twitching body with one of his bare, overly long feet, getting no response. "Yup, he's unconscious." Groaning with frustration, he tugged on his dangling ears. "Dammit, Lucy! It's cool line first, THEN take them out! Why can't I remember that!" Letting out a deep sigh, he suddenly switched back to a wide smile. "Oh well. Next time!"

Hefting the ferret's limp body over his shoulder, he began aggressively stomping on the floor, rapidly building up a storm of arcing electrical charges under his feet. In a flash, he was gone, leaving nothing behind but a trail of barely visible, bounding sparks of light.

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Arriving at his motel room's door, the rabbit slowed to a stop, making himself once more visible to the naked eye. He turned the knob and stepped inside, shouting, "I got the guy you wanted, boss," as he slammed the door shut behind him. Gleefully hopping up to the closest bed, he dumped his faintly stirring victim onto the mattress and set about stripping him naked.

"Excellent work, Loucetios," Acadian replied. The deer was standing off the side of the other bed, still wearing his suit, while his new wolf and fox slaves were totally nude, kneeling side by side on the mattress, both panting and erect, patiently waiting to be used.

"Please, Acadian, while we're up here, call me Lucy! Far easier to blend in with a name like Lucy!"

"Yes, of course... Lucy," Acadian replied, watching his general finish removing the ferret's clothes, moving on to deftly binding him in a tight hogtie. "There's no need for restraints. If you wait but a moment, I will make him yours."

"Oh, there's no need for that yet," the rabbit said, grinning with wild eyes as he inspected his handiwork. "If I went to the trouble of stealing this rope, I'm gonna use it!" After stuffing one of the discarded socks into the drooling ferret's mouth, he tied its mate around his head, binding it in place as a makeshift gag.

"Very well, as you wish." With a slight nod, Acadian began to disrobe, unbuttoning his suit jacket, slipping it off, then proceeding to do the same for his dress shirt. Once he was down to his undershirt, he shook his head, straightening out his antler-like antennae long enough to pull his shirt over them, giving another quick shake to put them back in their branching formation. Releasing his belt, he let his pants drop to the floor, kicking them away as he peeled his gloves off. As he had declined to wear underwear, he was left totally bare, the first good look at his bare form sending both of his newly acquired slaves wildly drooling.

From his elbows to his fingertips, instead of fur, the proud buck's arms were covered by a shiny, black armored carapace, segmented at parts for mobility. His knees down to his ankles were covered by the same material, perfectly fitting against his slender hooves. Two strips of that same carapace crisscrossed his chest, over his shoulders and under his armpits, forming armored plates where they met over his chest and spine. A trio of three parallel, slightly curved pieces lined each side of his torso, giving it a ridged effect.

Pleased to be freed from his stuffy - if high class - clothing, he placed his sunglasses on the desk and spread his arms in a wide, luxuriating stretch. As he worked out a bit of residual stiffness, a set of four dragonfly-like wings spread out from the carapace on his back, giving a brief flapping buzz before folding down behind him. Reaching down to stroke at his sheath, he licked his lips, wondering which one of his impossibly horny slaves to feed upon first.

Meanwhile, having placed the unconscious mustelid belly-up, atop his bent limbs, Lucy stood off the side of the bed, mumbling as he swirled his finger in the air. Very gradually, a hazy black cloud began to coalesce directly above them. The rabbit's lop ears rose up, connected by a bright blue electrical arc, pulsing with raw energy as he charged his miniature, self-contained thunderstorm. By the time his master had finished disrobing, the cloud was sparking, ready to be used, and his ears fell back to their normally dangling positions. His grin only growing wider, he pointed downward, causing the cloud to send a small - though no less painful - bolt of lightning square into the ferret's chest.

The ferret initially made a shrill, choked howl, fading into a low groan as he groggily opened his eyes, trying to remember what had happened. The instant he saw the insectile deer staring his way with those unblinking, empty black and yellow orbs, he attempted to scream and run away, ultimately accomplishing little more than frantic squirming due to his bindings.

"Heya, buddy!" Lucy exclaimed, hopping aboard the bed, kneeling between the ferret's splayed thighs. "Sorry about getting the order on my joke wrong earlier. If I remembered what I said I'd tell you now, but I promise it was pretty clever!"

The ferret shook his head in disbelief at the demonic rabbit's entirely insane demeanor, retching when he realized that thanks to his gag, he was tasting his own footpaws

"Ah, well! In the meantime, I'll be happy to make it up to you. I may not have to feed on mortals to survive, but as they say, when on the mortal plane, do as your boss does!" Snickering to himself, oblivious to the ferret's increasingly disbelieving expression, Lucy pulled his t-shirt off and fell to his side, pulling his shorts off as well. "Say, boss, which of your guys are you gonna consume first?"

"Neither," Acadian said, fixing his gaze on the chubby wolf, "At least for the time being. Now that I've found my enemy, it's about time I start building an army. So long as they remain useful, I will be holding back on my feedings." He glanced over at the overly excited lapine enthusiastically rubbing his sheath. "Speaking of which, fox, go get Lucy prepared while I deal with your partner."

"Of course, my prince!" Lucas exclaimed, vigorously nodding. He scrambled over to the other bed, pouncing between the rabbit's legs, shoving his lips against the sheath's snug entrance. Driving his tongue deep inside, he bathed the internal walls and hidden cock with every ounce of his drooled saliva. Momentarily startled by a low-powered tingle of weak electrical currents hitting his probing tongue, he redoubled his efforts, essentially making out with the rabbit's crotch. Before long, he had a thin, though long shaft pressing out into his mouth, and down into his throat. Continuing to follow his orders, Lucas bobbed his head up and down the growing length, giving every inch a thick coating of makeshift lube.

"Now, wolf. Worship your new god," Acadian said, holding his sheath between his spread index and middle fingers, the light-tan fur standing out heavily next to his midnight black carapace.

In an instant, the former bartender shot forward, landing on all fours, slobbering all over the deer's super-heated sheath to coax his cock out of hiding. Showing little reaction beyond a small huff, Acadian gripped the back of his slave's head, forcefully grinding the wet nose into his thick patch of crotch fur, filling his addled senses with the scent of burnt cherry wood. Imperceptibly gyrating his hips, he worked his swelling meat down the suckling wolf's throat, earning a loud, gagged moan as it progressed ever deeper. Soon reaching his full size, Acadian unceremoniously grabbed the wolf's scruff, wrenching him off his cock, and shoved him onto his back.

The ferret, while still more terrified of the rabbit getting sucked off to prepare for raping his ass, was still taken aback by the deer's hateful-looking fuckstick. It was no less than a foot long, three inches wide at the base, tapering into a fine, threatening point. Around the entire length, it was covered with elaborate symbols surrounded by short ridges, giving it the appearance of carved rock despite the obvious throbbing and drooling bit of pre-cum. Shuddering, he looked back at the rabbit, panicking at the sight of him pushing the fox away, unsheathing his own fully-engorged cock from the hungry vulpine maw.

Holding onto the ferret's knees, Lucy bucked his hips, wagging his dick at the frightened mustelid. While - at ten inches long and two inches wide, tapering to a point - it was slightly smaller than his boss's shaft, it featured a unique pair of bends, the first one angling downward, the second angling back up. Underneath a glistening coat of fox-spit, it was bright pink, with a faint, pulsing crystal-blue glow matching his eyes.

The rabbit was barely able to contain his excited giggles as he shuffled forward, right up against his trembling prey. Placing the tip of his bent shaft underneath the ferret's drooping nutsack, he tapped a pair of fingers against the plump, currently limp sheath sitting above it. "What's the matter, buddy? Got a bit of a dysfunction or something?" He tapped his fingers against his buck-teeth, looking up at the black cloud he had summoned with a mocking sympathy. "Well good news, I can help you out with that!" Pointing downward, he caused the cloud to begin firing a series of weak, stinging lightning bolts all over the ferret's body, focusing mainly on his sheath, balls, and nipples.

Smiling ear to ear as he watched the ferret writhing against his bonds, shocked over and over by that miniature storm, Lucy thrust his hips, instantly stuffing his cock into the spasming tailhole up to the first bend. He waited little more than a second, enamored of the overly-tight ass, before moving on to pound his hips like a jackhammer, fucking his prey while working deeper inside, up to his second bend.

The ferret nearly choked down his sock, sharply gasping at the painful intrusion. He let out a muffled scream, realizing that the torturous shocks to his front side were having their intended effect, forcing his six-incher to begin peeking out of his sheath. Loathe though he was to admit it, he was at least grateful that the cock spearing his tailhole wasn't too painful. It was almost like it had some kind of unexpected numbing quality, massaging his hole from the inside. Had it not been attached to a crazed demon, it might have actually felt pleasurable. Defiantly stifling an involuntary moan, he refused to play along, even as those teasing sparks striking his nipples and cock steadily drove him closer to a forced orgasm.

Ready to get started himself, Acadian effortlessly flipped the wolf onto his rounded belly and straddled his rump. With a powerful thrust, he shoved the first few inches of his cock under the bushy, lupine tail, eliciting a squeal of joy from his slave. Placing his hand on the back of the wolf's head, shoving his face hard against the sheets, he proceeded to fuck the plump rear with a raw, brutal speed. The symbols on his cock lit up with a fiery red glow as he forced his way inside, feeding on the wolf's life force, flavored with a primal lust that drove him to thrust faster. He flapped his wings with a vibrating buzz, filling the room with a swirling gust of wind.

The wolf curled his toes, reaching under himself to rub at his throbbing four-inch, knotted cock as his ass was ravaged by that hot, steaming shaft. Even as he felt ready to pop, humping the sheets, aided by the fierce thrusting, he felt strangely tired. His addled mind realizing that his god was feeding upon him, he howled with joy at his chance to truly serve, shuddering with orgasm as he fired a thick wad of cum onto the sheets. Lucas, who had been watching from his spot off the side of the bed, happily crawled over to lap up the mess.

Acadian, triggered by the wolf's climax, exploded past his own peak, shooting a dark gray geyser of hot, smoky demon spunk deep into his partially drained slave's bowels. Without missing a beat, he yanked his shaft free of the sloppy, stretched hole, letting his cum dribble out over the twitching scrotum, and shoved the wolf further up the bed. Grabbing hold of Lucas' scruff, he pulled him aboard the mattress, shoving his vulpine muzzle between the wolf's cheeks, simply growling, "Lick." As the fox complied, eating out his fellow slave's spooge-filled rear, Acadian straddled his ass and thrust into his virgin tailhole, promptly giving it the same treatment.

Over on the other bed, Lucy was having the time of his life, finally getting his full erection sheathed in the ferret's formerly tight ass, swiftly jackhammering the entire length in and out. His prey's cock had grown completely hard as well, the storm's relentless strikes spurring it on while making both it and his nipples visibly reddened.

Clenching his teeth, letting out a hissing moan, Lucy gripped the ferret's waist and switched to shorter, lightning quick thrusts. His eyes flew open as he slammed completely inside and held still, firing three bolts of tingly, pale blue cum inside the clenching tailpipe. Immediately after he finished, the groaning ferret was unwillingly stimulated into his own climax, his body seizing as he sent an arc of spunk onto his chest. Lucy broke into a mad giggle, watching as two more lightning strikes targeted the gooey mess, drying it into his fur. Keeping his length buried inside the mewling, gagged ferret, he sat back on his feet, enjoying his afterglow.

Acadian was rapidly nearing his second climax, pounding his ridged cock in and out of the fox's cool, flexing tunnel with reckless abandon, stuffing it beyond full while the beating of his wings tossed any smaller items careening about the room. As regrettable as the situation that brought him to earth was, he couldn't say there weren't any fringe benefits. Snarling, he shoved the fox's muzzle deeper inside the wolf's hole, forcing his delighted slave to suck out more of the deposited cum.

Reaching under his belly, down to his groin, Lucas squeezed and stroked the knot of his cock. He kicked at the sheets, feeling somewhat tired, but never more alive, the better part of his conscious mind overridden by the scent of smoky male musk. For the briefest of moments, he felt a flash of a memory, something screaming that he should hate what was happening. He was no slave. He was... gurgling with joy as he clenched down around the mighty ridged shaft plundering his ass. His whole body shaking, feeling drained to his very core, he painted the sheets with a thick stream of spunk.

Once more triggered by his slave's climax, Acadian slammed inside one last time, sending a deluge of cum into the fox's tunnel. Once he was finished with his feeding, he threw his head back in a dominant roar, filled with a freshly renewed vigor.

"Hey!!! Keep it down, ya fucks!" shouted a voice from through the near wall, punctuated by a series of angry slams.

Acadian growled under his breath, making a mental note to pay the next room a visit before morning.

"Oh, the mortal world is so wonderful, isn't it?" Lucy said, snickering to himself. With a wave of his hand, he dissipated his storm cloud, earning a relieved sigh from the ferret. Grinning devilishly, he flicked a finger, sending an additional jolt to his prey's left nipple, forcing out a weakly choked whine.

"Don't get used to it. Once we destroy everything precious to that bastard fox, we're going back to retake our home."

"Well, obviously!" the rabbit replied, rolling his eyes. "No harm having a little fun first, right?" He failed to stifle a loud chortle. "Getting out and-" Another snorting laugh forced its way out. "-raising a little hell?"

"Fair enough. But now..." Gripping the unconscious wolf's flank, Acadian indifferently shoved him off the bed, thudding heavily onto the floor. Still embedded in the fox's rear, he dropped to his side, leaning on his elbow, propping his head up on his palm. His muzzle no longer jammed through the wolf's rim, Lucas took a gasping breath of fresh air, his muzzle sticky with fluids. Acadian craned his head down, holding his muzzle just outside the rim of the drained, heavily breathing fox's ear. "Lucas Wechsler, was it?" he asked, a darkly curious tone to his query, "Now that we're better acquainted, tell me more about that brother of yours..."