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"Alright.... Eight ball middle pocket..." the firm and focused crow said out loudly as he leaned over the pool table. Gently he lifted his pool cue up onto his wing and started to slide it back and forth between his outstretched wintips, taking careful aim at the cue ball while he lined up his shot.

"Psh, if you make that I'll buy the next round of drinks..." a small but fiery red panda said back suddenly, leaning back against the wall to rub a little blue chalk on his cue tip.

"It's my club..." the crow added in softly, giving that pool stick more than a few gratuitous slides back and forth along his wingtips to help him get in the zone. "I never pay for drinks anyway..."

There was a small moment of silence as everyone just carefully watched the bird slide that stick back and forth, looking as if he would hit the bright white ball at any moment now. But before he could a loud booming voice rang out and quickly shouted, "Oh, hurry up already!" The large rhino who'd shouted that sound suddenly added in a small huff as he crossed his arms over his chest, quick to add in, "It's not my cock you're stroking there, it's a pool stick... It doesn't need that much stimulation."

"You know, you're right," the crow added back with a little smirk, although never really getting thrown off his intense concentration. "I knew something was wrong. This is far too thick to be your cock anyway..."

The rhino gave back a little grunt at that response as a few others watching the game gave off a few small chuckles at his expense. But everyone soon fell silent again and just watched as the crow finally did line things up, sending that cue tip flying into the cue ball and sending that ball clanking into the black eight ball. The black ball went surging around the table, hitting off a few bumpers while slowly losing it's momentum, before it finally started to roll towards that middle pocket - the same one the crow had called out earlier. It was almost as if things were going in slow motion as that ball creeped up to the edge of the pocket and almost seemed to hesitate... and then a moment later fell in with a heavy clunk. That got a cheer from the onlooking crowd as well as the crow and his pool teammate as he'd nailed the shot! The fox quickly came up behind the bird to wrap his paws around his chest, giving him a firm shaking squeeze in excitement. "Nice shot Ash! I knew you could do it!" he added with a happy little smirk on his face, the fox's full tail wagging nice and happily behind him as the squeeze only intensified on the bird's midsection.

"Thank you, thank you..." the bird added in, bowing down softly even with the fox still holding onto him. "I'll be here all week."

A small round of applause was still ringing around the table as the red panda and his own bat teammate quickly shelved their sticks with a huff and defeated groan. But no one was more upset than the panda as he simply put his paws on his hips and stared back at the black bird across the table. "You're going to bankrupt me one day, you know that?" he added in, staring at the crow fiercely and shaking his head before slowly starting to make his way towards the bar to fulfill his promise.

"Don't make a bet your wallet can't handle," the bird called back with a chuckle, leaning against his pool stick a little bit as the fox finally let go of him from behind. "So, who's next?" he added, turning to the crowd to see if any challengers would arise that could actually take on the fox and himself.

He gave a few small scans through the crowd and only heard a few gentle murmurs shooting through them, with no one brave enough to pick up a stick and get to playing. The crow and fox had won at least five games in a row now, so that was probably enough to make most think twice about challenging them it seemed. Given the lack of challengers the crow was quick to come up with an idea though. He suddenly produced a wide smirk on his face as he looked back at the rhino. "How about you Thorn? You game for risking your cock and orgasm tonight... since it was the topic of discussion only a moment ago?"

The rhino gave a soft shrug and sigh before gently getting up out his seat and walking over to the wall of pool sticks. He added in a little grunt as he selected one off the wall and gave it a few testing slides through his large fingers before slowly saying, "Eh, why not. If I lose though I'll bring the stick with me, just to show you which one's thicker... I'll have you quacking like a duck before too long."

That got a chuckle from everyone including the bird as he was quick to shoot on back, "Oh, I like the confidence big guy, but that'll only get you so far. You're gonna need more than that if you're gonna beat me! Hell, you see that shot I just made? I could've made that shot with the stick stuck in my ass if I needed to! THAT'S what you're up against big guy."

The rhino perked up a bit at that, staring down the rather small bird as a grin shot across his face. "I think I'd like to see that actually.... How about next game you take every shot like that? Put your money where your beak is."

The crow actually began to consider that offer legitimately for a few moments as he went silent, slowly sliding his pool cue to the crook of his wing as he used his wingtips to gently rub at his beak, deep in thought. But before he could make a decision the red panda suddenly showed back up again, and without that tray of drinks he promised either.

"Hey Ash," he called out, leaning over the little railing before the stairs that lead down to the pool area of the club. "Someone's here to see you. Big Polar Bear named Martin? Getting a funky energy off him..."

The crow was quick to stop dead in mid-thought as he gave out a heavy groan at the news. "Fuck...." he added back, slowly giving off a little mood-killing sigh. "Alright, I've gotta go take care of some business. Fox, you're on your own.. Good luck!" He gave a soft wink over towards the fox that'd been helping him as the bird turned to put his cue back up on the wall. The fox was a new guy to the club. So new that the bird didn't even get a name for him as of yet. But it seemed like he'd fit in just fine, already having that little confident swagger that most demons liked to show off. Yeah, he was a natural as the fox wrapped up his stick with his paw nice and tightly as he gave a confident nod, along with a cocky swish of his big fluffy tail.

"I'll keep the streak alive!" he added back at the bird with a sly grin only a fox could muster.

The avian couldn't help but adding back a little grin himself, walking over to give the fox a pat on the shoulder as he slowly added, "Do that and I'll make it worth the effort. Anyway, I have business to take care of. Enjoy gentlemen." The bird gave a soft and gracious bow with those final words, his dark black feathers fluffing out just a bit in the process. Then he was quick to stand back up, turn around, and make his way up the stairs with a little grumble under his breath. "What the fuck is it now...." he added in to himself, trying not to grit his beak too hard as he walked up past the red panda and kept walking into the rest of the club.

This club had been his dream for a long time. It was a place where he could do just about anything he wanted to after all, finally able to live out all his dreams and desires to their fullest. Of course many others also seemed drawn to such a life as well, and what would a rocking club be without patrons? So he was more than happy to open his doors and let the most... interesting people in to fill up the club each night. And over the years he'd done a pretty good job at getting the place going. The club was always busy, everyone enjoyed themselves, and the energy in the place was through the roof on most nights. Even if things were a little slow like tonight there always seemed to be plenty of action going on in a few of the darker corners at the very least. The smell of cigarette smoke, pot smoke, body heat, dampness, and of course sex was almost choking in the air of the club if you weren't used to it. But that's one thing the avian loved about the whole experience. After all, for a demon like himself, there was no greater freedom than the freedom to have a good time.

Yes he was a demon. And no he didn't have a set of devil horns, tiny wings on his back, and a tiny red tail either. The horns only came out for special occasions, and that little red tail was no match for his big bushy tail feathers after all. But even without the stereotypical markings he really was a true demon - as true as they came, although no one passing him on the street would know unless they knew what to look for. And that was perfectly fine with him. It was sometimes more work than reward to let his secret slip on out, especially when not in the proper company. Of course some of the regulars to his club knew his secret, and a good bit of them were even demons themselves. No one threw parties like a demon after all, and they certainly had a reputation to gather together in certain... friendly establishments like this one. This was one of the places they could do it and enjoy themselves in whatever vices they craved. The rather popular Inferno club was known for being one of the best, always under the gaze and protection of the crow known as Ash. Living life to the fullest and enjoying the moment - there was nothing more demonic. And there didn't even need to be much blood, torment, and fire to really make it all work... unless that's what the patrons came for after all...

But most of them were simply happy to eat, drink, and be merry. Perhaps a little dancing, fucking, smoking... all that good stuff as well. This was a place where demons could enjoy themselves, but also mix in with the mortals to help both sides enjoy themselves even more. Perhaps the demons could even find a few new recruits along the way if they saw someone they liked... just like the fox the crow now had his eye on. It wasn't that hard to become a demon either. In fact it was surprisingly easy. A mortal's soul simply had to passed on, or be transferred to another place of existence outside of the world they lived in. Some might call it Hell, but others would simply call it another dimension, or plane of existence, or whatever. All it really took was a simple ceremony - the one time that the books and movies had kind of gotten it right to be honest. Candles, pentagrams, a little bit of blood, and whatever else the offering one had to give in terms of what they enjoyed to do. For the crow that was sex. Gay sex mostly. He loved it, he was addicted to it, and in his club he could get as much as his body could handle. After all he wasn't mortal anymore, and that certainly gave him an extra bit of leverage when it came to the extra fun stuff. And he certainly put his body to good use when he could, doing things he'd only dreamed of as a mortal and enjoying it more and more every day.

Demons didn't need to drink the blood of virgins or anything ridiculous to keep their powers up either. Their powers came from the dimension their souls were linked into. And the source of power was cultivated and tended to constantly by those less fortunate and responsible - the ones that had gone against the rules at one point in time. It was one thing to have power for sure, but with that power came the sometimes intense urge to abuse it as well. So that was the main trade-off. Being a demon meant having the power to do many things, but even then there were still rules to follow. Rules that were put in place a long time ago after a few wars had spiraled out of control between a few of the more popular planes of existances. And, for the most part, they were still followed to this very day, rather strictly at times.

That was probably the reason the polar bear was here. The polar bear, Martin, was an angel. Yes, the halo-wearing, white winged, lute playing kind of angel. As one might think angels and demons didn't usually get along, having quite different ideas of what to do with their existences and free time. But the bear really wasn't so bad to be quite honest. The crow had met with this bear before a few times in the past, and each time they'd been able to get business done without much incident. He was probably one the coolest angels out of all of them, and one of the few brave enough to come down into such a den of sin for sure. That being said he was still an angel, and the bird and bear didn't really have much in common besides a shared business interest. It never helped that news from the bear almost always meant more work for the bird either, sharply cutting into his enjoyment time for more important matters.

But it was part of the avian's duty to meet with the bear, and pretty much anyone who had some news of someone not following the rules. A while ago the avian had taken out a small 'loan' of energy from his dimension to build his club... to put things simply of course. It helped to move things along and persuade a few more earthly beings into getting things set up faster. Simple things like getting the building together, getting everything up to code and licence, all that long and boring stuff. It also helped with a few other-wordly permits as well, such as one to operate officially in the area he was in. Even Heaven and Hell had their own bit of paperwork to complete in such matters. It would've been near impossible to do without that influx of energy into the area, so the 'loan' really was a necessary evil. And the bird had to pay it back through his... service to his dimension and it's Lord. That service extended to many things of course, just about anything that his Lord or dimension required of him. But by far the most common was his duty as Hell's police officer... for lack of a better term.

To no one's surprise demons were kind of... not trusted to follow the rules all the time. Sometimes one could squeak by if the infraction was light enough, but when there were others watching it became near impossible. And that's what the angels seemed to spend all their free time doing, finding ways that demons had screwed with the rules laid out between them and all the dimensions. Of course there was a good reasoning behind it all, and a reason for both sides to take an interest. The angels wanted to make sure that society remained pure and had good thoughts, generally continuing to be upstanding and moral citizens. On the demonic side, despite what most might think, they didn't really like all the negative press of creatures doing things they weren't supposed to be doing.

Sure, there were some literally bad demons here and there, but most of the ranks just wanted to have a good time. That's what being a demon was about - hedonism at it's finest. But some did take pleasure in abusing their powers, and those were quickly sentenced to the terrible fates that were certainly well known in and around Hell. Various tortures, various hard labors, and everything that was written about to scare people into being proper moral beings certainly happened to those unfortunate enough to warrant them. But then again there were also priests who raped kids, so neither side was perfect by a long shot. Nevertheless, things had to be contained and maintained no matter who was doing the bad stuff. And when someone was caught doing something they weren't supposed to the sentencing was rather intense at times, especially on the demonic side. Punishments could range from a simple loss of powers to many, MANY years of slave labor providing the energy of the dimension. Hopefully the infraction this time didn't result in anything too severe as the avian wasn't a fan of ruining anyone's good time for a few hundred years after all. But, he still had a job to do, and as he continued to grit his beak along the way his eyes slowly began to search for his contact.

The big bear was a hard one to miss, standing out like a sore thumb by the crowded bar near the entrance. Big, muscled, imposing... but with bright sparkling white fur shining against all the darkness and gloom of the club all around him. Despite his glow any simple mortal that got a good glance at him might have thought that he could even pass as a regular around the club, the bear certainly having that rough and gruff exterior that was common in this group of people after all. But the crow could tell even from far away that his aura was wrong... very wrong in fact. And most others could feel it too, giving the big bear a generous amount of space as he casually leaned up against the bar while looking off towards the rest of the club casually, trying his best not to mind the demonic energy surging and snapping all around him as he waited.

The bird just gave another little grit to his beak as his eyes made contact and he closed in on the large white bear in the distance. As much as he didn't like seeing the bear here, he knew he was a necessary evil. And on the rare occasion that the bird had something to report back to him he wanted to know that he'd be treated just as well when he went to see the large guy in his church. So with a merciful smile he quickly raised up a wing to catch the bear's attention and called out, "Hey Martin, over here! Let's go somewhere a bit more quiet."

The big bear gave a little shuffle of his feet as spotted the bird waving back at him, slowly pushing himself up and off the bar with a strong shove to being walking on over. It was rather easy for him to make his way through the crowd as most were more than happy to give him a rather wide berth, moving out of his way quickly, even with a little scrambling at times. And for those that couldn't quite feel his aura the sight of a gigantic white bear coming towards them certainly made them move out of the way just as easily. It only took a few large strides before the bear had the black bird in his dim shadow. The crow did his best to remain confident with such a large and strange creature gazing back down at him, the avian rising up onto his tippy toes and tilting his head back to shoot a little smile up at the mountain of flesh and white fur. "Come on big guy, this way to my office," the crow added before quickly spinning around and beginning to lead the bear towards the back of the club.

It was a quick walk as the crowds parted nicely for the large bear, the crow doing his best to try and lead the angelic creature as smoothly as possible through the throngs of various demons, trying not to let his holiness disturb too much of the club's own aura in the process - an aura he'd worked hard to put up and maintain all around the area. But the bear was behaving himself as usual, and as such the crow was too, making this quick as he slid into his private office and closed the door behind him and the large bear. "Take a seat," the avian said quickly, brushing off a few empty bottles of lube and whiskey from the chair in front of his desk and doing much the same to his own chair behind it before taking a seat himself.

The bear looked down at the mess and could no doubt feel all that demonic energy surging in the room, especially over the chairs where the bird was well known to get bent over and railed constantly. Trying his best not to let it bother him, and sucking in a deep restraining breath in order to keep his own senses at bay, the bear gave a small and comforting smile back down to the avian as he simply said out in his low, rumbling voice, "I think I'll stand, but thank you for the offer."

"Suit yourself," the avian added in quickly as leaned back into his well worn chair, kicking his feet up onto his desk with a little smile. "So, what brings you here big guy? Finally deciding to join the winning team for a change? I must admit you'd make one hell of a demon. Did you see the way some of the mortals looked at you out there? They're already eyeing you up..."

The bear, in his near infinite patience and understanding, only shot back a small smile as if to appease the bird in his joke. Then his face went a little serious as he softly began with, "Unfortunately you'll have to find another polar bear to be your partner for the night. I've come here with some rather disturbing information, needing to be taken care of as soon as possible."

The bird cracked a soft grin himself as he gave a little push against the back of his chair, springing back and forth gently while he said, "It's always such disturbing information, isn't it? Can't you ever come with some happy news for a change?"

"As much as I love your company and the welcoming feeling I get every time I enter your fine establishment..." the bear started, giving a little pause to let those words hang just a little, "I'm afraid we do have some serious matters to discuss this time... as well as every time it seems."

"Yeah yeah," the crow added back, springing back up to a full sitting position as he let his feet drop from his desk and land back down onto the floor. "So who is it this time, and what have they done?"

The bear took a deep breath and shifted his position just a bit as he tried not to touch anything in the room with his motion, knowing that everything would require many, many prayers to cleanse himself of afterwards. But finally he found as stable of a position as he could, taking another small breath to finally begin with, "Well, this morning I received two lovely ladies into my church that seemed rather frightened by what had happened to them the night before. I took them in and gave them some food and water as they hadn't slept all night, having been out at various locations around the city. I could feel the... demonic energy all over them, and instantly knew that they'd run into someone from your circle. I tried to discover just what the source of it was as quickly as I could, but each time I tried something pushed me back, leaving me unable to get any deeper without asking them for permission to go further. I could tell it was something different though - not just a normal demonic encounter. Something had taken root in them. Something that would require a rather complex blessing, if not a full on exorcism to remove. But before I acted on impulse I simply let them rest and recover, asking them more when they finally woke up this evening."

The bear took a little pause in his story as he thought back upon what they said, recalling it in his memory before speaking out once more. "They'd told me that they'd gone out to a few places, bars and clubs and such, but the one that had changed their night had been the one on 17th street. 'E1M1' if I remember correctly."

"That's Edgar's place," the crow quickly jutted on in, almost defensively. "That coyote's decent enough, I've known him for quite a while. Into some kinky shit, but he knows the rules. I doubt he had anything to do with them."

"Be that as it may," the bear continued on, giving a little stare down to the bird at the interruption, "It wasn't Edgar that they ran into there. I believe you know this certain rabbit rather well at this point...."

"Gah fuck," the crow bursted out quickly, gritting his beak and slamming a wing down onto the table in frustration. "Salem that fucktard. He's on thin ice already. If you've got something serious on him then he's going down... you can forget about him for a few hundred years until he works it all off."

The bear just gave a polite nod despite all the rough language flowing out of the avian's beak. "Yes, well, I just might. These two females met him in the club, and after a few drinks they both started to experience something strange. Something they couldn't explain. They thought that they'd been drugged at first, but the longer it persisted the more they knew it had to be something else. They don't quite remember the moment their feelings started to take shape, but at some point in the night they began to feel a bit more... free. Their inhibitions started to fall rather quickly, far faster than they would've with just alcohol alone. They remained conscious the whole time, and they remember agreeing to everything that happened to them, but they didn't know WHY they were agreeing, other than it seemed like the right thing to do. As the night went on they started to get involved with more and more things that neither of them would normally do. Both of them reported hearing a few voices in the process, voices that whispered things into their heads to change their minds when they were unsure of something. And soon they began to have visions as well - visions of an alternate paradise with them fully taking part in activities they would never normally do, enjoying themselves fully and laughing in their debauchery all the while..."

While the crow did like a good story, this was one he'd heard more than a few times before. So with a little roll of his wing to speed things along the bird was quick to say, "Yeah yeah, get on with it. What did you find when you blessed them, and how bad was it?"

The bear seemed a little annoyed once again that the avian couldn't simply wait and hear out his story, but after another passing glance down into the avian's fiery eyes the large bear slowly said back, "Well, it required quite a bit of time, and quite a few supplies, but eventually I was able to dig down deep into their souls. There was a demon's mark on both of them clear as day. A rather vicious one as well. It was a slippery little mark, doing it's best to hide and run, but in the end I managed to free both of the young ladies from their bondage."

The avian couldn't help but giggle a little bit at that as he leaned on forwards, adding in with a quick smirk, "You said bondage...." The bear shot him a stern glare once more, but the avian just kept on going. "Don't worry, I've already locked down the memory of you saying it to me in that deep, sexy voice of yours. Mmmmph, it shoots a shiver down to my tail feathers each time I think about it..."

The bear finally lost his cool at those words as his holy energy started to make him glow right around the edges. He was quick to push back the demonic energy all around him, leading to a heavy shimmering white glow enveloping most of the room with the snarling bear right in the middle of it. With a heavy stare he shot his glance down at the avian angrily and nearly shouted, "Can you please stay on topic? We are dealing with serious matters, and I'd appreciate it if you showed a little respect!"

That strong shout, plus the uneasy feelings of the bear's holy aura now all around the room, made the avian shut his beak quickly and freeze up in his teasing. He snapped up to attention behind his desk as his wings shot in front of him to help balance himself against the old wood of his desk. With a little stuttering hesitation the bird slowly began to lean over his desk just a bit to softly say, "Alright alright, relax big guy... I was making a joke..."

"It's not funny..." the bear added with a grunt as he slowly pulled his aura back towards himself, keeping just a little bubble around him in the hostile environment to make sure he stayed safe from all the alternate energy around him. But gently his voice and posture began to relax once more as he took a few deep breaths. Once he was ready to speak again the bear gently added back, "So, as I was saying, I freed them. The marks quickly manifested into wraiths and fled off out of my church of course, but I made sure to get a good look at them as they did."

"Let me guess," the avian said back, still interrupting the bear with his normal cockiness but holding it back just a few notches this time. "They took the shape of Salem, didn't they?"

The bear just nodded slowly and confidently as he crossed his paws over his chest as he said, "Sure did. I'm... familiar with that rabbit by this point. I'd vow on my own Lord that it was him, no question in my mind. And this wouldn't be the first time that he used such a mark to help him erase the free will of its wearers either. It was slightly more advanced and hidden this time, as if he'd learned something new, but in the end there were plenty of similarities to his previous efforts. But you and I both know just how serious the crime of free will corruption is..."

"We do," the avian said back with a little sigh, "But that dumbass Salem will learn... In a few hundred years time..." The bird took a little pause as he thought things through, actually having met the rabbit before a few times in his travels... when he wasn't busy apprehending him for something that is. He was a relatively new demon and was still learning the basics of the codes. But that was little excuse for breaking the rules. Nor was the fact that his mentor, and the one who anointed him into being a demon, wasn't exactly the best influence on him either. He was busy doing 400 years labor right now as well, and it seemed the rabbit would be joining him before long.

"I assume you sent in the proper report in to your side already?" the avian gently asked back after a moment, shifting a bit in his seat as he knew tonight was going to be dangerous. A demon facing hard labor for many years wasn't exactly going to go easily after all. And although there was little one demon could do to really HURT another, much less unbind their souls and 'kill' them, that didn't mean that one couldn't make the other have a very bad time of it.

The bear just softly nodded to the avian's question, reaching into his pants pocket to slowly pull out a folded up piece of paper. The bear gently began to unfold it before walking up towards the avian's desk, careful of what he stepped on or in, to lay it down in front of him. "It's already authorized and everything," he added with a soft and rather proud smile, looking at least slightly pleased that his hard work was all but done. Or maybe he was just happy that another corrupting and disrupting demon was finally getting sent down to the depths of Hell where he belonged - it was hard to tell.

The bird gently grabbed onto the paper and gave it a quick read, skimming it over as he made sure everything was in order. "Heh, you always ruin my night, you know that?" the avian said back, taking the small piece of paper and slowly opening a drawer on his desk to put it into. With a quick slam closed that paper shot straight down to Hell, into the waiting paws of whoever was unlucky enough to be stuck doing paperwork as their punishment. And before the crow could even add, "I had a nice pool winning streak going until you showed up..." the capture 'warrant' for the rabbit slowly materialized on his desk in front of him.

"I'm always happy to see you too," the bear added with a soft and innocent smile on the surface, although deep down the crow knew just how he felt. And the feeling was certainly mutual.

"Come on..." the avian added, just giving a quick look over the document to make sure everything was in line before standing back up. "I'll see you out. Wouldn't want to be rude to such a nice guest after all, would I?"

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There wasn't much to do to prepare for the capture to be honest. The bird already had all the necessary tools inside of him for the most part. A piece of chalk to draw the transportation circle and pentagram was all he really needed, as well as his trusty little side-arm in it's usual holster. It was an ancient flintlock pistol that he'd picked up a while ago and that he'd carried ever since. It might have been ancient but it still got the job done, and he liked the little flair it had nowadays to it. He loaded the one shot pistol with a rather special shot, the only shot he'd need, and packed up his chalk up in a little pouch to hang off his belt. With that all taken care of the bird was free to say his goodbyes to those in his club for the night, letting them all know that he'd be back the following day to defend his pool streak.

It wasn't hard to find the rabbit. The avian knew where he was anyway, but even without that information it was easy enough to dig into the local demon auras to pinpoint his location with a little spell or two. And the bird had gotten pretty good at it through the years, centering in on him without so much as a disturbing flicker in the rabbit's own aura to let him know something was up. He was still in the E1M1 club just as the bird expected, so he figured that he'd pay him a little visit and have a small chat tonight. There was no reason for him to wait with such a serious warrant out for him after all.

On his way over he gave his coyote friend Edgar a call to let him know of the situation, getting a few curses over the phone for his troubles as the coyote learned of the news and took it rather hard. But those curses weren't directed at him, there were more directed at Salem and his idiocy. No club owner wanted to have one of their patrons running afoul of the well established laws, especially inside their own club after all. The bird let him know that things were going to be fine as long as there weren't any problems bringing Salem in. And after a little bit of a chat they came up with a plan to apprehend him nice and quietly. The bird would hide in the alleyway out back while Edgar would get someone to tell Salem that someone was waiting for him out there - perhaps one of the girls from last night. When he made his way out to come get them the bird would strike, making sure to keep things out of view of everyone else and make the capture as quick and painless as he could. Once everyone was satisfied with the plan the bird hung up, only texting the coyote once more after getting into position behind the club's rear door. E1M1 shone brightly above it as the avian's eyes locked onto that sign, waiting and watching for movement as he got to work setting up a few things. E1M1.... demons certainly had quite the sense of humor sometimes...

It didn't take long after his text before the back door suddenly creeped open. The bird had been shielding his aura with a little spell ever since he'd basically left his own club, so he was pretty sure the rabbit had no clue who was out there or what he was walking into... if he was even paying attention to any other auras with the lure of an easy female playmate on his mind. The light brown colored rabbit gently peeked his head out the door to start, his long ears at attention and leading the way with a curious twitch. He called out one, and then another female name as his head turned slowly back and forth, searching for them in the near darkness. But when they didn't respond he gently creeped out the rest of the way onto that little back door stoop, letting the door slam closed behind him.

The rabbit was a decently tall and lanky guy, with his ears adding a good eight inches or more to his already tall frame. He had light tan fur across most of his body, with his chest and belly having the typical creamy white furred section that was commonly seen in a lot of rabbits. He was more of a twink than anything in body type to be honest, perhaps even a little girly as his slender limbs gave way to a set of powerful hopping hips and thighs. It certainly came off that way as he gingerly bent out over the railing to the stairs and stoop, looking in both directions once again with a little flamboyant flair to his ears and back feet. But when he didn't see either of the females from last night it looked as if he would simply turn around and go back inside. The bird couldn't let him do that. He had other plans after all. Before the rabbit could turn and reach his paw out to that door handle the crow did his best to pull up a mimic of a female's voice, shooting it down the alleyway towards the far corner past him.

"Hey Salem, over here," he shouted out as best as he could, although he wasn't sure if that voice sounded anything like either one of the ladies from last night to be honest. But it seemed to do the trick as the rabbit's ears perked on up and he spun around, scanning the distance with a renewed interest.

"Hey.... Monica... is that you?" he asked curiously, taking a few slow steps down the stairs again while letting his momentum carried him down the alleyway... passing the hidden bird who was trying hard not to chuckle at how easy this all was so far. Along with his hidden aura the bird's visual presence was rather easily cloaked as well. He had been simply leaning up against the alleyway wall in some shadows, completely hidden from view by a simple spell as he casually watched the rabbit slowly slide right on past him without even the slightest twitch.

"Over here..." the avian called out again in a similar female voice, making it quieter and leaving it to bounce off the alleyway walls to give the effect that it was farther away than before. The trick worked as the rabbit fell for it completely, stepping up his pace towards the end of the alleyway as his ears twitched and tried to home in on the sound. With an excited turn he slowly looked around the corner and saw... nothing. Nothing but the empty street that the alleyway led to off in the distance. Only it wasn't the ACTUAL empty street he was seeing in front of him. It was a street the bird had projected there for the rabbit to see.

In fact the bird had erected an entire isolated zone around the alleyway with some of his demonic energy as he got himself into position. The two demons were now separated from everyone else and their plane of reality, with the only portal between the two zones being the door the rabbit had just unknowingly stepped through. Anyone else who ventured into the alleyway wouldn't see the two demons at all. They'd simply see the alleyway as it was supposed to be, and nothing could be done on either side to effect anything on the other either. It was a rather low-energy plain of existence they were both in now, but nevertheless it was separated from the mortal world in a strong, secure bubble of energy. That left the bird in control of what the rabbit saw and was able to do, which was just what he wanted it to be.

After seeing nothing of interest down towards the street the rabbit gave off a heavy sigh and slowly began to turn around. It was at that point that the crow suddenly dropped all his shielding, leaving himself exposed although still in the shadows of the artificial alleyway. It was hard to tell what hit the rabbit first - the bird's visual presence or the bird's demonic aura. But regardless the rabbit knew something was wrong the instant he turned around. The avian watched with a strong smirk as the rabbit suddenly shot up to attention, ears and limbs standing on end as he let out an obvious gasp and shiver. That was the bird's cue to slowly take a step forwards into the dull lighting and finally show himself off completely, although his black feathers still made him little more than a shadow.

"I've been called many things in my time," the crow said back with a solid smirk, playing it cool and casual as he looked back over towards the scared stiff rabbit, "But Monica hasn't been one of them... until today I suppose."

It was almost comical to watch, but in an instant the rabbit knew everything. He knew who the crow was. He knew what he was here for. And he knew just what was going to happen to him. All of that flooded over his face in a few quick flashes as the rabbit let out another heavy, scared gasp - his eyes starting to scan the area for any means of escape as the most primal part of his prey-programed brain took hold. But then, as if he'd gotten some kind of boost of confidence from the depths of Hell itself, his expression quickly began to soften as the rabbit tried to play it off as cooly as the raven had. "Ash...." he added in suddenly with a slightly shaky, but quickly stabilizing voice. "Funny to see you here and all. You looking for Edgar? He's inside somewhere..."

"Oh no," the avian started with a gentle lick to his beak edge, slowly reaching down into his belt holster for his pistol. He wrapped his wingtips around it before pulling it out slowly and steadily, giving it a little spin around one of his wingtips before pointing it harmlessly at the ground for now. "I came here for you big boy..."

"Me?" the rabbit added with a little subtle shiver, but slowly began to take a step forwards as he brushed it off rather quickly. "Now now, I don't know what you've heard, but I can assure you that it has nothing to do with me."

"Well," the bird added in softly, reaching into his pocket with his free wingtips to slowly pull out that folded up slip of paper, the 'arrest warrant' straight from the depths of Hell. "This paper tells me different actually..."

"Psh," the rabbit started rather quickly, taking a few more steps forwards as he suddenly grabbed that piece of paper out of the avian's wing with a fast yank. The bird could've easily pulled away and saved the document, but he decided to let the rabbit grab it as he wished. It was his 'arrest warrant' after all, and he had every right to see what he was charged with. The rabbit took a quick glance over the piece of paper before quickly crumpling it up and tossing it over into the dumpster next to him. "You seem like a sensible bird. Why don't we talk for a bit, see if we can't work things out..."

The avian kept his cool the whole time of course, barely twitching a feather as the tall rabbit crumpled up the warrant and tossed it away. It was only a copy, it was no big deal after all. But the avian was curious to see just where this was going as he stared back up at the large bunny with a soft little smile. He was confident he could handle anything the rabbit threw at him after all. The rabbit's aura and power was weak from his previous infractions, and the bird... well... he was feeling pretty good right about now. He could certainly end this any time and just send the rabbit spiraling into the depths of Hell, but... who's to say he couldn't have a little fun with him first? He did get pulled away from his pool games, so at least he could toy with the rabbit for a while to get his fill of entertainment.

The avian cracked a small smile at the rabbit's sudden cockiness. If he was going down at least he was going down swinging it seemed. And the bird played along for a little bit, seeming a little tentative and unsure of what to do now that his 'warrant' had gone. He did his best to act a little shocked at the brash crumpling and tossing of his very important piece of paper. The bird shifted in his positioning just a bit and slumping as if a little air had been let out of him - his authority being taken away from him and thrown in the dumpster along with that paper while his gun hung low and weakly at his side. With a soft little voice, shaking just a bit as the bird started to play it up, he gently looked up a little unsure into the rabbit's eyes and said, "I don't think that's quite how it works..."

The rabbit was quick to seize on the opportunity as a wide grin grew across his face. Confidence started to build up inside of him that this might work as he leaned in closer, angling his head and ears down towards the bird's beak to hide him almost completely in the large lapine's shadow. "Oh, trust me..." the rabbit added, his breathing getting rather heavy as he slowly licked his lips and stared down at the much smaller bird, "I know what you like, and I'd be happy to work out some terms...."

Before the bird could respond with anything else there was a sudden gurgling noise behind him. Out of the darkness from a nearby corner of alleyway shot an inky black tendril whipping right for his wing. With a decently hard smack it ran into it the butt of his gun with surprising precision, sending his old weapon flying through the air and eventually clanking down against the cold pavement of the alleyway floor. Just as quickly as it appeared the tendril shifted course and started to wrap around his wing as well, quickly being joined by another out of the darkness for his other wing before the avian could so much as squirm out of the way. Both tendrils worked fast and wrapped up the bird's wings in a firm, almost painful grip - looping them in many coils to make sure the avian couldn't escape their hold. And once they had the squirming bird tightly in their grip they gave a firm pull back towards the darkness behind him, making the avian slide back a few steps towards their origin point. Before long two more tendrils started to spill on out from the darkness behind him, wrapping around his ankles to make sure that he wasn't going anywhere no matter how hard he struggled. And once those were secure a few more started to wiggle free from the darkness as well, shooting towards the bird to bind up the rest of his body. The rabbit's eyes were glowing a heavy deep read at this point, focusing in on the tendrils and controlling their every move as they slowly wrapped up and secured the poor bird in their grasp. Before long the avian found himself bound up rather tightly with little room to squirm and move, slowly feeling himself being raised up into the air as a dozen or so inky black and purple wisps of energy began to support him and hold him in place.

The rabbit's eyes continued to glow a deep and ever darkening red as he called up the last vestiges of his demonic energy, grinning widely at the scene in front of him. The bird squirmed a bit, fighting back against the tendrils even though he could've easily broken out of them with a few simple words and actions if he wanted to. But at the moment all the avian was... curious, giving out a little grunt as he slowly said back, "You shouldn't have done that...."

"Oh, relax you little slut..." the rabbit added with a grin, his glowing eyes only getting brighter as his body began to change and morph right in front of the bird. Soon all that girliness in him was quick to fade away as his chest and arms began to fill in and push out against his skin, puffing his frame up with a few good layers of muscle underneath the light brown fur. The rest of his body was quick to follow as the rabbit grew larger and larger, muscles and frame pushing out in all directions to become a rather imposing mountain of a man before too long. He even shot up in height, becoming even taller than he normally was while his voice began to drop nice and deep as well. "Mmmm, like what you see so far?" he added back as his shirt literally ripped off his body during his transformation, falling into shreds at his feet while his pants did more or less the same, split apart at the seams with the force of his large and powerful growing legs.

The bird was a little surprised to be honest, and his hesitation showed it as his squirming stopped for just a moment to watch the rabbit grow rather big and buff right in front of him. But before too long the avian did his best to hide a gentle grin, instead adding in a few more tougher squirms against his bindings while he opened his beak to say, "This isn't.... You can't..."

The bird had the rabbit eating out of his wing now as the monster male in front of him took a slow step forwards, laying one of his large paws down on the avian's belly and quickly curling his fingers around the waistline to the avian's jeans. With a quick and powerful jolt the rabbit yanked down against the waistband, leaving the tendrils to try and hold the crow in place as his pants while each tugged back and forth. With a few more firm tugs the avian's pants began to rip, tear, and were finally pulled to pieces all around his hips and ass. It was a little uncomfortable to endure for sure, but with the rabbit's new found strength and power the the avian stood no chance of resisting. With only a few more beastial tears and growls his pants had been turned into strips of fabric falling down towards the ground below him, the avian only able to give out a few heated squirms and grunts in the process.

Once he was free of that outer garment the rabbit commanded the tendrils around the avian's legs to slowly raise them up a bit higher towards the sky, leaving the bird leaning back with a small nervous shiver and squawk. The rabbit made quick work of those tight underwear as well with a few quick slashes of his new formed and sharp claws, leaving the fabric to fall to shreds rather quickly and meet up with those former jeans right underneath the avian's suspended frame.

With everything gone only bare black feathers stared back at the grinning super rabbit now. Bare black feathers and, deep in between them somewhere, the avian's cock slit and his well worn pucker as well. And that pucker was just what the rabbit was after as another tendril shot on up from the avian's now suspended shadow, aiming itself right between the bird's upturned legs. With a sudden bulging and little squirt it began to shoot out a steady stream of a slick, goopy substance straight onto the bound avian's tail feathers and ass crack. The bird gasped suddenly as his back arched a bit at the sensation, the rather warm lube splashing over his tail feathers and ass cheeks as the tendril's aim was a bit off at first. But soon the mess dripping through his feathers was of little concern as the avian gasped out even harder when the still squirting tendril found it's mark and suddenly pushed into his warm hole with a heavy wet squelch. It continued to spread its slickness deep inside the bird with a few heavy and rhythmic pumps as the tendril wiggled in deeper, sliding inside that well worn passageway inch by inch to make sure not a single spot was missed all throughout.

"Mmmmph, you shouldn't... be doing this..." the bird added, doing his best to add some fake strain and fear into his voice. "This isn't... going to look good for you... later..."

"Oh birdy," the rabbit added back with a wide grin, gently pressing a large, strong paw down against the avian's chest as his other was busy freeing his own cock from what remained of his own pants. And man was it ever massive as the avian caught sight, and soon a feel of it as the head began to rub up against his hips and ass cheeks. It would certainly put most horses to shame as the foot and a half monster of a cock throbbed to life, leaving a little indentation against his wet rump feathers as the rabbit casually grinded against him to tease the bird a little bit. "I'm sure you'll be squawking in a different tone when I'm done with you..." the rabbit added with a wide grin, those still glowing eyes focusing down onto the bird's frame as he started to lean over him a bit more. And with those words the tendril pumping the bird full of that slick liquid slurped back out with a heavy and wet pop. That left the gently open hole free to drool out a good bit of it's recently deposited lube in the aftermath, leading to a small stream down the bird's tail feathers that fed the ever-growing puddle of slop underneath him. But before too much of it could leak back out of that well used hole the rabbit took a quick step forwards and began to grind his cock tip against that warm feathery opening. With a firm drive and push of his hips, and with his other paw wrapping around the base of his cock to help direct it and hold that monster steady, the rabbit grinded away nice and hard against the crow's slick and eager rump. There was some resistance at first, but with all the raw power the rabbit had there was no stopping the surge of cock from shooting straight past that pucker and into the avian's warm depths with another set of firm, focused grinds.

The bird cried out heavily as his insides were forced to open up around something so massive with one sudden push. He was used to big cocks without a doubt, but the rabbit certainly intended to push the bird as far as he could go with the behemoth he'd concocted to fuck him with. And without bringing up some demonic magic of his own to help with that insertion the bird was certainly left squirming out in pain and for mercy, his ass burning hotly as the monster cock was forced deeper and deeper with a few heavy grunts from the studly rabbit over him.

"Mmmph, didn't expect you to be so.... tight slut..." the rabbit growled out as he roughly drove more of his cock inside the small bird. He pushed until there was no more ground to be gained, and only then did he slowly slide a bit of that cock back out, sending a good surge of the leaking lubrication dripping down to the ground. But it wasn't long before the large rabbit drove his cock right back in again to see if he could get any deeper, slamming into the poor squirming bird over and over again with a few heavy caws and squawks ringing in the alleyway each time.

The avian had nothing to say in return of course, leaving his beak free and open to shout out in heavy gasps and strained caws while at the same time trying to get a lungful of air with each hard slam against him. That cock was quickly forcing its way deep inside of him as his insides opened up rather easily once they knew what was coming. But that also meant that his lungs had less and less room to expand and breathe in the process. Not to mention each deep shot shoved right against his diaphragm, making sure to compress his lungs even more in a reflexive gasp as the poor bird was drilled into with little mercy while the rabbit tried to fit his entire massive member inside.

The bunny almost seemed to enjoy himself as he steadily started to adopt a quick pace once he felt the avian's ass giving in more and more. His body was eager to keep the energy high, sliding his cock in nearly all the way with each thrust as his powerful hips began to show off their natural skill and design. Back and forth his whole body shook as the rabbit's powerful legs and midsection certainly made sure to show themselves off proudly, leaving his cock slamming into the avian's warm insides over and over again in a quickly rising heat of passion. It was rough, it was intense, and it was only getting worse as the rabbit got his footing and began to lean over that squirming avian all the more. His extra large paws gripped around the small bird's midsection just above his hips, almost able to wrap completely around that slender feather-crushed frame to hold the bird firmly and steadily while his hips thundered along. It was doubtful that the tendrils, being as slender as they were, could hold up to the entire breeding force that the rabbit had to offer. But his paws did the job rather well, seating the avian in place as those massive and powerful legs of his ramped up faster and harder, making sure that the avian would be able to feel the effects of this fuck for days to come.

The avian was no stranger to getting fucked, but this bunny was turning out to be quite the intense incubus. He was quite the challenge for even the most advanced sexual partner to take, especially in this form as he gave the avian little mercy. But the bird was always up for the challenge, feeling the tendrils pull him nice and tight as the rabbit strained in his thinking, only craving to rut harder and faster into that dark black mass of feathers dangling at hip height below him. And the avian was surprisingly alright with that. It'd been quite a while since he'd felt someone with so much power... so much energy... so much purpose in his thrusts. The rabbit's life was on the line for sure, and the avian could feel it surging through him with each heavy hip and ball smacking thrust that ran straight into his exposed ass cheeks. The best sex had a purpose. It had a reason for happening. It had something to prove. And this was the epitome of that for sure - the rabbit fucking for his soul's freedom and laying it all on the line for that. And so the rabbit was determined to give it his all, driving deep into the avian's guts in order to keep him squawking and cawing for all the world to hear.

"Mmmm, you like that bitch?" the rabbit asked back quickly, squeezing the avian's ribcage and hips almost painfully as the rabbit's heavy hips were on auto-pilot now, slamming and slapping into the avian's ass while the rabbits heavy swaying orbs met up with the avian's own lube dripping tail feathers again and again. The bird could've responded back with any sort of reply most likely, but instead of even trying he simply leaned back a little more, giving his hips a little wiggle and his ass a little squeeze against the constantly pummeling cock ramming deep into him. It might not have been what he came here for, but he was certainly going to do his best to enjoy it as the bird shivered and shook from the power of the breeding. His mind, while not completely lost of focus, was certainly relaxed a good bit, moaning along with each heavy and deep slurp that the rabbit's cock made into his belly. And even his own cock was erect and hard against his belly feathers all the while, slapping and bouncing around each time the rabbit slammed on home and shook the bird to the core. His moans were rather loud and true now that his body had gotten accustomed to the rabbit's relentless pace and fury. But that didn't mean he didn't still caw on out with a squirm of pain on occasion, the sensation shooting through him and spiking the pleasure with just the kind of roughness the avian needed to really get off.

Overall the rabbit actually wasn't that bad of a fuck as far as the bird was concerned. Once his well trained ass had opened up nice and deep, and his belly was left bulging to make room for that gigantic cock, the bird actually began to enjoy it. Truthfully enjoy it, not just moaning to make the rabbit push even harder and tire himself out either. His slender feathery body had taken quite a lot of abuse in the past, and it was taking this hard, primal fuck surprisingly well. So much so that the avian had to fluff out his feathers a bit to letting some of the sweat drip from them, building up a good bit of body heat all during the action as both males pushed harder and faster for the ever increasing pleasure to fill their heads completely.

The bird wasn't normally one to stay completely still during sex either. He was busy working his own hips in time with those primal thrusts all the while, grinding back happily and even moaning deeply as the large rabbit kept up his strong and brutal pace. Demonic energy was surging strongly through both of them as they partook in their rather carnal pleasure, making both males pant hard and even drool at all the effort they were putting in. Anything worth doing was worth working for, so neither one seemed to be ready to slow down quite yet as the sloppy sounds of wet demonic sex filled that small alleyway bubble. In fact, the rabbit was looking to take it up to yet another level, having one more trick up his sleeve to make sure that the bird would be on his side.

"Mmmmph, you like that bitch?" he asked again, still not getting much of a response from the bird other than his hot moans and little grunting crow caws. But that didn't seem to phase him as the rabbit looked down at that cock between the bird's bouncing legs and smirked heavily. "I guess you are... just don't wanna admit it, huh?" he added through his heavy gasps as the rabbit leaned down a bit more, his chest almost over the avian's own now as he gave a few deep grinding thrusts, slowing down his brutal pace just a bit in order to gather up a little more energy to save for later. "Well, I'm gonna make you cum... and cum hard... that's a promise..." the rabbit added in his deep, sexy, grumbling voice, smirking down almost right against the avian's beak before he shot back up again and got a new grasp on the bird's midsection to balance his thrusts.

Just as his thrusting started to pick up to a blistering pace once again something began to creep out of the shadows, gently squirming it's way up to the bird's frame and soon enough beginning to slither down over it. It was another tendril, but this one was a bit thicker... gently inching it's way over towards the bird's cock as the avian gave a heavy gasp at the first wet touch against it. But it didn't take long for that tendril to slowly open up, becoming almost hollow as it slipped up and over the tip of the avian's tapered and hard shaft. With a little grind it slowly began sliding down along that hot and needy flesh, giving it a few tight squeezes as it enveloped inch after inch in it's slick tightness. That left the avian squawking a whole new set of squawks, squirming hard against the already taught pulling tendrils around him as he felt the newcomer start to squeeze and rub over his usually neglected and forgotten cock. He added in a few more heavy gasps as the bird bucked up against the continued pressure, squeezing tightly against the rabbit's firm cock as he gave a few more shivering twists and turns in the rabbit's grasp. "Ah fuck..." the avian finally called on out, the new tendril breaking his concentration and focus of being quiet as it drew his voice out of him... along with a lot of extra moans as the tendril slid down all the way to his base and even began to invade his cock slit just a bit.

"Mmmm, finally the slut speaks..." the rabbit added, grinning heavily as he laid down a few hard and brutal pumps into that ass, watching the bird's cock squirm thoroughly in its new dark prison. "It's a shame you don't have time to say much more though.... Got a friend to introduce you too..." And with those words the bird could see something materializing behind him out of the corner of his eye. A black shadow slowly began creeping out of the darkness as he turned his head back and upside down to get a good look. There waiting for him was a near replica of the rabbit currently between his legs, although dark black and purple as he glimmered all over like the tendril material. In fact he WAS tendril material, the rabbit pulling out all the stops to make sure the bird was thoroughly pleased by the look of it. And before the avian could let out more than a sudden gasp or two that new vision behind him the replica bunny's cock suddenly sprung forwards out of that black tendril groin, slapping the avian in the face with a hard and wet thwack against his beak.

"Open up and say 'ahhhh'," the rabbit added with a wide smirk, drilling the crow nice and hard as he slowly lead both himself and the tendrils back a step to allow that new cock to slide against, over, and soon into that open bird beak in front of it. The avian let out a hard gargle at the first shove, feeling his jaw pushed open rather wide as that shaft surged on in with as much finesse as the rabbit had shown his rump... not much. Luckily the crow's throat was just about as well trained as his rump, so that cock found little resistance despite a few firm gags and gurgles from the bird around it. Before long the tendril bunny's balls were grinding right down into the crow's eye sockets, both real and fake cocks fully inside of him from either direction as the avian was left spit roasted... all while his cock continued to get massaged and sucked off as the pleasure surged through his body.

It was a lot to handle for sure, and for most it would be far too much. But the avian kept his focus and calm through many years of practice, simply gurgling and moaning all around that new cock as it pushed in nice and deep just like the one in his rump. It wasn't long before both cocks got into a rhythm with their thrusting either, almost locking in step to skewer the bunny nice and full with each deep drive they made. Although the one down his throat had to give the poor dripping bird a little time to breathe on occasion, holding back for just one little thrust cycle before quickly joining in on the next one once the bird's lungs were full once again.

Although the showing was rather impressive, especially now with the bird being spit roasted in between both studly rabbits, the rabbit was running critically low on energy at this point. He was exhausting his last reserves to pull up that tendril copy to really hammer in on the moaning, drooling bird, giving him everything he had in the tank in order to try and change his mind. And that dwindling energy was no secret to the avian either, both in the rabbit's aura and in the speed of his thrusts. So, figuring he'd be a good sport and go out on a high note, the avian didn't really hold himself back all too much. He was certainly enjoying himself, although things were a little more intense than he was used to. But that was a welcomed change, simply making him focus a little bit more on his technique instead of just purely on his pleasure. But still there was plenty of pleasure there to get him off, and the avian was happy to use all of it that he could get. And finally, with a few needy humps up into that tendril still slurping away at his own cock, he let the rabbit know he was getting close.

"Oh? About to... cum?" the rabbit added in, now straining a good bit to keep his hips pumping firmly and heavily against that ass and beak. Using every little bit of motion he had available in his neck the bird gave a little nod of his head, shooting up a thumbs up from his bound wings just in case that failed to get the rabbit's attention and give him his answer. That was the news the bunny wanted to hear as he was finally ready to enjoy the big finish as well, pumping hard from either end as he worked towards his own orgasm with a renewed spirit.

It didn't take the rabbit long, having held back for a good bit now in order to make sure the bird got what he wanted. With a few more heavy pumps he began to grunt nice and hard himself, the rabbit more grinding into that ass and throat than thrusting now as both him and his double almost mirrored each other - the rabbit too low on energy to conduct any independent motion. And after a few of those heavy grinds there came the warm creamy reward that both parties had been waiting for, the rabbit nearly roaring out with the release of energy as his orgasm hit him not once, but twice.

The cock in the avian's ass stayed nice and deep, letting the hot fluid pump deep inside with a good few heavy splurts over and over again - the rabbit draining what seemed like a whole weeks worth of seed deep into the avian for his final heavy push. On the other hand the cock in the avian's throat gave him an initial splurt or two deep down against his stomach, but soon began to slide all the way back out and soon slap down onto the avian's face, chest, and body, letting that equally powerful load spray out and coat the bird's black feathers and T-shirt with a few hot streaks and globs of white, shining cum.

Both sensations made the avian moan all the harder as that tendril only doubled its efforts to get him off, the bird certainly not new to being cummed in and on. He loved it, he loved it nearly more than anything, and as those heavy dual loads began to hit him almost in unison the avian finally let loose with his own, watching it get sucked up and into the tendril with a few heavy bucks and squirms from the bird as he let it go. But it didn't go to waste - that load quickly surging through the tendril and back into the bunny copy still standing over his beak. From there his own load shot back onto him, adding to the mess already dripping through his feathers as all three cocks slowly drooled out their final last drops from the powerful orgasms they all experienced.

Things happened quickly in the afterglow as the rabbit was on critical energy reserves for sure, and the avian's mind was still spinning from his own rather intense orgasm. Neither rabbit stayed too hard for too long. The tendril version quickly began to shrink back to its original form once it had finished depositing its load, sliding back into the shadows with a quiet slurp afterwards. That was the case with the other tendrils as well, all of them quickly starting to curl up and fade as the bird was lowered back down to the ground, landing with a wet splurt in the puddle of cum and lube beneath him. The real rabbit's own cock was quick to slurp out of him with a wet pop as he descended, leaving his ass gaped wide open, drooling back out nearly everything the bunny had just deposited into him. The bird was too tired to really care though, giving a few heavy gasps and groans to the sudden pulling out and draining of his insides. Once firmly on the ground the crow was quickly surrounded by all the cum that leaked out of him and had dripped off his feathers, as well as the extra lube that had been used earlier on his ass. The tendrils gave a few final wiggles as they faded off completely into the shadows, leaving the rabbit to gently start to shrink and turn back into his normal form as well.

"Well," the rabbit said first, still panting rather firmly and giving a soft shiver as his soul was running on near empty, needing to take a few days to rest and recharge after that one for sure. "It's been a pleasure... doing business with you..." he added with a smirk, gently wiping off the sweat on his brow with a paw and flicking it down onto the ground afterwards. "I'm sure you can come up with something to make that little thing go away, can't ya? I can promise you another fucking like that one if you do of course... Maybe even more once I get a little energy back..."

Although the offer was tempting for sure, the avian knew what he had to do. Slowly he began to raise his head off the ground, also still panting heavily as nearly all of his feathers were stuck together from the heavy dose of cum all around and over him. He shot the rabbit a soft smile, and just as he was about to open his beak and say something he suddenly pointed his wingtips in the rabbit's direction. With a quick little wink he sent out a spell, a bolt of energy, a fireball, or whatever one might have called it, making it surge through the air quickly towards the now slender, spent, and defenseless rabbit. It hit him hard in the chest and dropped him like a stone onto his back, paralyzed and frozen as just about every hair on his body was stuck in place... at least from the shoulders down.

The avian smirked at his handiwork as he gently took his time getting up and stretching, wiping away some of the excess cum and lube from his hips, face, and now ruined shirt. The rabbit in the meantime tried to squirm and break out of the trance, but was only able to contort his face in a few rather funny positions as the bird watched, cracking a small chuckle at the scene as he stretched himself out a bit more.

"Ah, you fucker..." the rabbit said as nastily as he could, that sweet little cocky exterior gone now that he'd been beaten rather firmly and completely. "After all that you're still going to turn me in?"

The bird just slowly nodded as he took a step forwards, forgetting about his pants and underwear for now as he just searched their remnants for his holster and the little pouch of chalk. It was hard to find in all the mess, but the bird took his time and slowly dug around until he'd found it, leaving the rabbit cursing him and throwing all sorts of obscenities over his way for his trouble. "It's my job," the avian finally said back after clearing his throat from some lingering cum and spit, slowly giving a little cough and tapping on his chest with a wing. Realizing just how much of a mess his chest and shirt had become he was quick to sigh and pull off his shirt with a slow, careful motion, discarding it to the side and leaving himself standing naked there with only the holster in one wing and the chalk in the other. With a victorious grin he slowly began to walk over to the now paralyzed rabbit and gently bent down on one knee, drawing that teleporting pentagram that would save him loads of energy on his transportation spell.

The rabbit knew he was beat, but that didn't stop his lips from flapping and squealing back out, threatening to do this and that to the bird when he got free again... stuff the avian had heard plenty in his time. But after many years of soul draining labor like the rabbit was facing there was little chance he'd even remember what happened here today... or have the courage to risk having to do it all again just for a little vengeance. So the avian just worked casually and silently as the rabbit further tired himself out, finally running out of rude things to say as he stopped for a moment to slowly catch his breath. The rabbit was actually quiet for a bit as the avian finished up the pentagram, although before the bird could put the finishing touches to it the rabbit calmly opened up his lips to say, "Hey, come to think of it, how DID you paralyze me without your gun? I thought that's what the bullet was in there for..."

"Oh that?" the avian finally added with a sudden response, taking one last look at the teleportation rune before stepping away to go find his gun. It was just a little scratched from the slap out of his wing earlier, but it wasn't anything he couldn't buff out as he gave the barrel a cleaning blow of his breath and a little rub with one of the clean parts of his wing. "Eh, it's just for show..." he added with a grin, sliding it back into the holster and making sure it was secure as he strapped it back around his hips. "I always just cast the spell anyway. There's not even a ball in there..." he added with yet another smirk, pulling one last trick on the rabbit as the avian had shown him up yet again. While the rabbit gasped a bit in surprise at that news the avian began to focus on the pentagram in front of him, slowly watching it being to glow around the still resisting rabbit.

"So... you could've... frozen me at any time?" the rabbit added in, although starting to give a few more wiggles of his cheeks in desperation as the pentagram continued to glow all around him.

"Yup," the bird added back with a soft wink, watching the rabbit's face twist a bit in a strange almost back-stabbed manner at the news once more. "You know, in all fairness that was a pretty good fuck. Look me up when you get back, in 400 years or so... I'm going to want a round two after all that time..."

"Fuck you..." were the rabbit's last faded words to the bird, leaving the avian smirking a good bit as the rabbit suddenly disappeared into a little puff of smoke, leaving just an empty bit of ground where he and the chalk outline once were. That let the bird finally ready give out a heavy sigh of relief as he stared off into the empty space of his little secluded zone, wondering just what was happening in the real alleyway and if it was safe to come back yet. He took a small look around him before doing anything else though, giving another wipe down over his feathers with his wings to get any more remaining cum off him before summoning up a new set of clothes... which instantly stuck to him despite his best efforts to get most of the cock slop off him. He was going to need a shower for sure... but then again, it wasn't every day he could come back to his club covered in cum. Most times he was lucky enough to get his coating inside after all. Such was the benefit of being a demon. A lovely, lovely benefit.