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--Prologue: The Ritual of Summoning

The stench of sulfur was heavy in the air. The atmosphere rippled as though a volcanic channel flowed under the blighted corn. Desmond dropped the weathered book, his mouth agape. Blood rolled from his self-inflicted wounds. A series of hieroglyphs copied from the pages of the book marked his chest and arms, the one on his right arm crude compared to the immaculate, calligraphy-like slices on his left. Fortunately or perhaps unfortunately for Desmond, the Ritual of Summoning cared not about craftsmanship, only desire, and it took the blood he offered gratefully. Every crimson drop sucked into the earth, traveling much farther than the roots of the corn. It rolled all the way down to fire and suffering and marked him as The Summoner.

And behold, before The Summoner, there shall appear the chasm in the earth; and before The Summoner there shall arise the slave. The Marked One shall emerge and so shall The Summoner's will be done.

The dead corn flash-burned to create a perfect circle of blasted land three meters across. Its surface glowed with orange veins of magma like the sclera of a bloodshot eyeball. The heat was enormous. Desmond backed away from the circle as sweat rolled off of his brow.

A a crack like a colossal bone snapping marked the splitting of the earth. An alien howl rose from the newly-opened chasm from Their world and the fox realized that he had made a mistake. Something wrong was happening. Though he knew he could not possibly stop it, he cried out, "Enough! Stop! I take it all back!"

But the earth continued to yawn open within the perfectly blasted circle, and when the maw was deep enough, the cracking stopped. A column of red light glimmered from down below and the sight of it caused Desmond to quake, for this was a light mortals were not to see unless doomed to eternal suffering. He understood this without being told. Fear of this glow and the events transpiring now were as natural as a fear of the darkness to a child.

In the wake of a great roar which seemed to shake the world, the gap closed again. The shaft of red deepened until it was nearly opaque, and then Desmond saw him - the demon, the Marked One he had summoned forth from the bowels of Hell. As the light faded out, the maw was gone. In its place was the scorched but unbroken earth; a perfect circle of ash which would confuse the owner of the field come morning.

Lying atop the burned ground was Desmond's demon, but something was amiss. This was not a towering beast who would annihilate his enemies. The demon's form was that of a young, white goat with little horns and he was deeply asleep.

Desmond stared at the goat, whose form appeared no more than ten or eleven years old. The rigidity of awe gave way to a dejected slump of the shoulders. "This is my demon?" he asked no one. As he crept closer, the wounds screamed at him. He now thought it was foolish he had spilled so much blood for this. His demon, his so-called Marked One, was a little boy.

Desmond picked up the small demon. It huddled close to him, seeking warmth. Its small body shivered in the humid summer night.

--Kapricus, the Demon

The goat looked at his new master. This Summoner was a scrawny one. Kapricus had belonged to far more substantial mortals in the past. Warlords had summoned him to wreak havoc on armies and so he had appeared as a beastly phenom of war, a hulking monstrosity with a taste for blood. Academics had brought him forth and demanded from him unknowable knowledge which sent every last one of them raving to the lunatic asylums.

But this creature? This tiny, long-haired boy? Kapricus was offended by the notion of belonging to this thing. His current frame, that of a harmless child, was a reflection of his Summoner's power and desire. He hoped the fox's face would droop in shame when he learned this.

Kapricus nudged Desmond awake. The foxcoon stirred, and when his eyes opened he stared at his demon stupidly.

"Master," Kapricus said in a guarded tone. He bowed slightly. "You are my Summoner. I am your slave."

Desmond was foggy, first with sleep and then disbelief. He appeared as though he might lapse back into sleep. Had he done so, Kapricus would have smacked him awake.

But Desmond held onto his consciousness and sat up in bed. He looked the demon over, scrutinizing him. "I remember now. Last night." He touched the bandaged wounds on his body. Blood discolored the bandages but had not soaked through.

"Mmm," Kapricus murmured. "Allow me to speak freely to you, sir."

"Um. Yes."

The goat took in his surroundings with a quick glance around. Desmond lived in a small, somewhat cramped home isolated from others. The bedroom was filled with bookshelves lined with books from ancient tomes to modern pulp. The only sop to modernity was the gaming computer he had in the corner. Kapricus was briefly transfixed by its glowing red lights, but he quickly put eyes back on Desmond.

"Master. You summoned me in the name of violence. You wish for me to kill those who torment you."

Desmond smiled sheepishly. "I-... yes."

"I shall not," the demon said. "Because it was not vengeance you truly summoned me for." He straddled Desmond in bed, looking closely at the foxcoon's souring face. "It was companionship you desired. It is why I am small and soft. I am not a murdering beast." Surprising himself, he kissed Desmond. His young, soft lips were lovely against Desmond's sticky black jowls. "And so I am here to give you companionship, sir. Will you accept it?"

"But they're-, they're so cruel to me," Desmond whined. "Are you sure you can't do that for me?"

"I cannot," Kapricus said firmly. "It is not vengeance you seek. You seek companionship. And-," he seemed disgusted by the word rolling off his tongue, "love. I provide what you need. Not what you claim to want."

Desmond's face twisted into an agonized scowl. Impotent tears sprouted from his eyes. "You can't do this to me. I summoned you to fucking kill people for me." He gripped Kapricus on his small shoulders. Soft fur and flesh met his fingers and immediately began to diffuse his useless hatred. But still he clung onto it, saying, "I command you to kill for me!"

"No. You do not truly wish for blood, sir." Kapricus touched the slender fox's breast. Fluffy white fur sluiced through his fingers and he felt a moment of envy concerning the foxcoon's coat. An image sprung into his mind as casually as a mortal might imagine sex with someone seen on the sidewalk. He pictured his small, white body enveloped in the bloody hide of his master as if he were a caveman wearing the pelt of a beast. It made him smile.

"Lie back," said the goat in a commanding tone. It came easily to a demon, even one with a child's vocal cords. "Allow me to serve you. I will give you something greater than blood and vengeance."

The bloodied fox eased back into his small bed, still sniffling indignantly. Kapricus clambered onto the bed and looked over him, mentally dissecting the piteous mortal. He could imagine all the uses for such a creature like a hunter plotting the best way to field dress a deer. But he would not disassemble the foxcoon. Even a demon as steeped in blood as Kapricus honored the sanctity of his summoning.

"Your penis," Kapricus said tonelessly, "is smaller than mine."

Desmond wiped away his tears and stared at the goat. "That's not-, no, that can't be." His eyes fell on the goat's penis. It appeared oversized on his young body, though not by much. It was plainly bigger than his own. "But you're a child," he whined.

Kapricus smiled. He had forgotten how seriously mortals took these matters. "A child who has a larger penis than you do. It's hardly a surprise you summoned me now. I, too, would feel inadequate."

The fox hissed, covered himself with his paws. "Can I put you back in the ground?"

Another, more intrigued smile crept up on Kapricus' face. He walked across the bed, stepping carefully around Desmond. His flaccid penis waggled between his thighs. "Sir! Are you unfamiliar with the Banishment?"

"I, um, didn't think I'd need to banish you."

"Oh, poor, poor master. You brought forth a demon not knowing just what doing so entailed, and given your desperation, I would assume you planned to die at my hands when your petty idea of vengeance was fulfilled. And so, you've no idea how to return me to my slumber in the place you mortals hope never to go." The goat shook his head. His luxurious ears bobbed much as his penis just had. "You mortals are such foolish creatures. Do you realize this?"

Desmond scooted towards the head of his bed. As he hit the wall, he bent himself into a seated position. "Are you going to murder me?" he asked in a tiny voice.

"No," the demon replied. He dropped to his knees and moved in on Desmond's personal space. It brought him great amusement how this effeminate creature cowered away from him as he was now. Men with blades had fled him in vain when he stood twelve feet high and feasted openly on the entrails of the dead and dying. "Stop cowering, master," he said. "You summoned me. I couldn't murder you any more than I could banish myself." And how I would love to do both!

Desmond slowly nodded. He uncurled himself, still keeping his back to the wall. "I believe you. I'm so sorry."

The goat nodded as well. "I am pleased you understand, master." He leaned down, putting his belly on the bed. "Allow me to smell you. This is my indulgence."

The fox said nothing but nodded. His expression bore lingering distrust.

Kapricus worked his short muzzle beneath Desmond's balls. Underneath them was a pocket of musk which was potent even on such a feminine creature. The demon boy inhaled this smell greedily and pushed in closer still. He followed the scent to its source, putting his nostrils in the winking bud of the fox's anus. Now he snuffled in excess, snorting up the musk of the fox with a deep, adult hunger that his youthful form suffered as powerfully as his bestial manifestations.

"This-, this is your indulgence?" Desmond asked, unable to stop himself from smirking. "Well... uh, help yourself, I guess."

The demon's penis grew fat with blood as he glut his sinuses with mixed vulpine musk. His soft hands palmed his new master's thighs. Perhaps it was the fill of musk making him think so fondly, but his opinion on the mortal sweetened. The thighs were taut and feminine, buttocks round and plump. His anal musk left something to be desired but Kapricus supposed that was the price of advancements in hygiene.

He ran his hands up Desmond's smooth belly. The fox was even less defined than he, a demon cursed with the body of a little boy. It was revolting in a way. Kapricus could hardly wait for the fox to die his natural death so that his soul would rightly burn. He would be among the first to torment the misguided creature, and he relished in the idea that Desmond laying eyes upon his true form would break even the mind of his everlasting spiritual self.

Kapricus licked the pucker of Desmond's anus. He pressed upon it with his tongue and coaxed it to wink and therefore exude just a little bit more of its musk. The goat inhaled greedily and remained there a few moments longer, lingering in the humidity and smell of his master.

The boy straightened himself out, putting himself on his knees. His head swam with musk however dilute his discerning tastes found it. "Your scent is pleasant, for a mortal," said Kapricus, pausing before adding the qualifier. The flesh of his penis throbbed before him like a divining rod pointing to just what it wanted. Desmond eyed it with clear envy.

The demon, smiling, stroked his shaft in a lazy hand. "Your gaze betrays you, sir. You wish for this, do you not?"

Desmond's ears splayed. "Can you read my thoughts?"

"In a sense. I am quite able to pry at emotions. Find weaknesses." A white finger touched the head of Desmond's flaccid penis. In its present state, it looked like a sleeping caterpillar of some sort. "Emotions, of course, are tied to thoughts and intents. Desires." He licked his short fangs, smiled with all the charm of a rattlesnake. "You enjoy this."

"What? What specifically?" Desmond sharply asked. His cheeks had begun to redden and his cock to stiffen.

"Being smaller than I am. Being inferior to," a titter now, "a little boy. I have begun to think that may be the true reason for my present body. Only a child could bring you pleasure."

Desmond flinched. "That's not true," he hissed.

"Master, we are alone. Only you and I. Are you a pederast, master? I am a demon, after all. If small children are what gratifies you, we would've met one way or another!" He cackled witch-like laughter.

Desmond sputtered and whined, but ultimately said nothing. He looked away at the posters on his wall. Kapricus followed his gaze to a poster of a muscular fox in a loincloth and said, "Hm, him. Oh yes, he's definitely going to Hell."

The foxcoon mumbled something under his breath. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them seemingly for comfort. "I'm-, I'm kinda rethinking this. This is too... I don't know."

"It vexes you to have your desires laid bare, doesn't it?" the goat said, smile thin and cute on his young face. "How difficult it must be to have your boyloving tendencies dragged out of you like a rotten tooth! But now it is out in the open, and the satisfaction can begin." He leaned in close to Desmond and kissed him on the lips. Immediately Desmond kissed back, albeit with only a shallow smooch.

"Now I give you a choice, master," said the demon goat. Soft, white fingers stroked Desmond's genitals with the subtlety of flower petals in a breeze. "Either I shall have you, or you shall have me. I know that whatever is chosen, you will enjoy it. Choose!"

Desmond squinted. Kapricus must have seen it for the accusatory look it was because he abruptly squeezed the mortal's scrotum to the threshold of pain. After Desmond uttered a cry and quickly uncurled, paws going to the goat's wrist, Kapricus smiled. He said, "You enjoy this as well." The pressure worsened and despite his boyish size, he could not be removed by Desmond's adult strength. "What a strange mortal you are, but far from the first to take pleasure from pain. Perhaps I could satisfy you by simply by doing this?"

The foxcoon's erection wilted and his pulse accelerated. He pulled on Kapricus' wrist with hopeless desperation. "Let-, let go, please, please let go of me," he said in almost inaudible words. Pain choked him, pushing the breath out of his lungs. "Please let go."

Kapricus snorted a sound of contempt as he released. "That is simply pathetic. Not ten seconds you lasted, and you were enjoying it!" A grin curled up his mouth. He shoved the mortal onto his back and scooted up between his thighs. "I shall choose for you. I believe you enjoy being fucked. I understand sodomy to be popular with men in this era." He clicked his tongue. "Some things never change, do they?"

The goat rubbed his tumid shaft along Desmond's taint, smearing the precum on the glans from Desmond's anus to his scrotum as if applying lipstick. "We'll have none of that lubrication. My master loves his pain! I'll have him dry!" The small demon erupted again into his cackling laughter.

Desmond flinched at the sound and expressed horror at the notion of dry sex. "No, not like that, not like that!" cried the fox, thrashing against Kapricus. The goat held him easily by the knees, his grasp one of iron.

A long, irreverent groan passed Kapricus' lips. He let the head of his cock kiss up to Desmond's anus but did not push it in. "You mortals are all the same. You never have any idea what you truly want. Fine, I shall lubricate you if it will keep you from making such a pathetic display of yourself."

Desmond's instinct was to defend himself. He opened his mouth, closed it wisely. Kapricus cracked a tight grin. "What is it? Please, sir, do speak."

"Never mind," said Desmond, eyes pleading for the space to backpedal. "Really."

"Oh, no, no, no. You see," the goat fingered Desmond's small penis, noting with glee how similar in size it was to his digits, "I was not inviting you to speak. It was a command."

The fox looked toward the wall, thinking just briefly that this was absurd and he would wake up any second now. He would wake up alone and hateful and that sounded just fine to him.

Kapricus laid over him. The goat's body was firm and hot. His fur was soft as down. But his sudden grip on Desmond's snout and neck were both fierce, and his gaze was hateful. "Will you tell me now?" He squeezed Desmond's neck and pinched blood up into his head like squeezing the juice out of a fruit. Desmond's paws lunged for the goat's neck in reply and the sheer boldness of the counterattack delighted Kapricus. He shrieked laughter, sounding childlike in his giddiness. His hand wrenched on Desmond's throat, its counterpart taking a fistful of blonde hair. Desmond's grip strengthened, and then began to taper off. The unimpressive nub of his penis throbbed into Kapricus' pelvis.

"Letting go already?" said the demon, his disappointment unvarnished. He released the foxcoon, told him, "I thought you might finally put up a fight. Such wasted potential. I would have let you strangle me to oblivion if you had the nerve to do it." He listened to Desmond pant and whine, his interest in the fox's aborted words long passed. Gently he kissed his mortal master, then straightened up. He rolled Desmond onto his stomach and pried apart the cheeks of his ass.

"A worthless creature you may be, but what a fine anus on you," Kapricus growled, dipping his head low. His ears dangled on Desmond's cheeks before his snout touched the crack. For the second time he put his nostrils into his mortal master's anus and drew a deep snort from the ring. The most subtle nuances of anal musk were laid bare to the demon's refined nose. As the first hit wore thin, he sucked off another, and a wave of euphoria passed through his body as if he were an addict getting his fix. A dreamy smile spread wide across his snout and his spear-tipped tail swished slowly in the cool air of the bedroom. Ropes of precum drooled from his shaft. He took another hit and shuddered, shooting a wad of precum now.

"Why-, why are you sniffing me so much?" Desmond asked, baffled. There was a hint of fear in his voice. Kapricus liked that.

"Because," Kapricus sniffed lightly and sighed, feeling that the spell was now broken, "as pitiful as you are, your scent is exemplary. This summoning was not a total loss, it seems." Now he pulled himself up, slotting his penis between the cheeks of Desmond's ass. Pulsing, uncut demon meat throbbed in the hot cleft, pre rolling through the crack like a dribble of honey. Kapricus straightened himself again, putting his cock in with intent to impale the mortal. His glans kissed again against Desmond's anus, and then he pressed slowly inward.

The low hiss of pain from his mortal titillated his craving for dominance. His soft paws squeezed Desmond's shoulders and he cooed into a splayed ear, "You may be my master, but you are my toy, Desmond." The blunt spear of his shaft slipped deeper into Desmond, gouging open anal walls with a minimum of lubricant. As his hips fell on Desmond's bottom, he sighed with pleasure both physical and emotional. The foxcoon whined and squirmed below the demon's young body. "And what a tight toy you are. Even with my diminished form, you still grip me so tightly! Your anus is good for more than simply smelling."

"I don't like this," Desmond feebly said. He wept into his pillow, leaving smears of teardrops in its fabric.

"Yes, you do," Kapricus flatly countered. Then his hips began to move, bouncing with the firmness of an experienced sodomite but the exuberance of his child's form. A smile spread wide across his snout. His balls, which dangled quite low for the age of his current form, swung against Desmond's tighter scrotum like a fleshy pendulum. "You enjoy this, or else I wouldn't be doing it. I'm sure if I were to reach under you, I'd find that acorn-sized penis simply_throbbing,_ now wouldn't I?"

"Fuck you," the fox hissed.

Kapricus riotously giggled. "Fuck me? Later, master. Maybe you could-," the boy shuddered, his member squeezed by the anal walls of his master in an especially pleasant way, "you could use one of your fingers. They're all bigger."

Desmond buried his face in the pillow and cried out, thinking wildly that this was not just impossible - it was insulting. If he were being raped by an eight-foot-tall abomination on goat legs with a thirst for mortal meat, that would have been no bruise to his ego. But Kapricus was a child. Was this all he rated?

The demon nuzzled into the mortal's nape, kissing through the hair laying across the back of Desmond's neck. He sweetly shushed his master and said even while he bounced on the fox's ass, "Don't be upset, sir. You're making me feel very good. Why, the only way I could feel happier is if I had your lifeless trunk hung from the ceiling." Flesh and muscle tensed suddenly around his penis. A moan and a thick squirt of precum both were milked from him. Grinning wide, Kapricus said, "But I wouldn't do such a thing to you!"

"Please don't," Desmond bleated. "Fuck, I'll do anything, don't kill me."

Kapricus planted smooches all along the back of Desmond's neck. His hips bounced and ground against the prostrate foxcoon. A production of precum unexpected of his size lessened the friction of the anal sex, though pain still outweighed Desmond's pleasure. Kapricus was already skirting his climax; centuries without a mortal body to abuse sexually had taken away much of the endurance he enjoyed as a demon. And some of it has to do with this damned child body.

The goat demon cooed as he gave the last of his bounces. His scrotum pulled taut and his shaft pulsed with heat and power, seeming to breathe inside of Desmond with each beat of his heart. He hunkered down against his mortal, panting into the long blonde hair of his current summoner. Quietly and with the utmost love and respect, he said, "You make a fine vessel for my seed, Desmond."

The demon's climax was sudden and potent. He gasped, pressing firmly into the foxcoon. The flesh of his shaft throbbed harder and fatter than before, and then it began to spit long ropes of hot semen into Desmond's bowel. A deep moan escaped the goat and Desmond surprisingly mirrored it, but lamely. Kapricus nuzzled Desmond's neck, bit on an ear, gave it a tug with his fanged teeth. "Good. Excellent, in fact," he purred. His tail whipped in the air like a viper snapping at threats.

Kapricus rolled off of the mortal moments later. His cock flopped semi-flaccid out of Desmond's ass crack and slung some of the slop of cum and precum streaked along its shaft against the wall. Desmond yelped when Kapricus callously pulled it free. The goat, ignoring the cry, ran his soft hand slid down Desmond's flank as though the fox were his pet.

"I feel very relieved," Kapricus sighed. His hand reached Desmond's bottom and squeezed a cheek. "Was that good for you too, sir?"

"I guess so." Desmond turned his head the other way and laid it back down on the pillow.

The demon smiled. "Revenge. What a silly thing to ask for. Revenge is fleeting, master. Do you know what you feel when you've enacted your revenge?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Nothing. It is an empty feeling." The goat sat up, stretched, yawned. Then he put a paw back on Desmond's ass and pulled that cheek aside, exposing the fox's creamed, swollen anus. "This, however, leaves you quite full!" he said, and laughed.

Desmond pulled away from Kapricus with a whine. He moved to the edge of the bed and got up. Conscious of his messy behind, he kept his cheeks clenched. "I don't care if it leaves me feeling empty, it's why I summoned you. Why won't you do what I say?"

Kapricus took Desmond's vacated place. He lounged, arms folded his behind his head. Body odor wafted from his armpits. "I told you that already. Revenge isn't truly what you want."

"And having my ass raped by a fucking-," he gestured at the goat, not wanting to say child, "that's what I really wanted?"

The demon tilted his head, feigning puzzlement. His smile was coy. "Of course, sir. You like little boys." He giggled. The form was growing on him. "Look at how hard you are right now! So very turgid!" He reached out to tweak Desmond's small erection but the fox backpedaled. Kapricus did not mind this. He noted the cum streaking its way down the fox's inner leg. "Don't be so upset, sir. It's not an easy thing to have your revolting sexuality laid bare, but here I am. You should make the best of your situation."

Desmond stared at Kapricus, face flushing from humiliation and hatred. The goat drew his knees up to his chest and made himself available, his balls tight above the run of his taint and the visible, pink pucker of his anus. "Partake of me, master. Smell me. Taste me. Even put that small penis inside me, if you wish. As small as I am, I might actually feel it." As if the offer were not explicit enough, his tail doubled around and its spade tip pointed at his sweat-shiny anus. "I promise you, sir," he said softly, "one sniff is all you need. Simply put your nostrils in it and inhale. Your troubles will melt away."

The fox's eyes fixed on the goat's behind. He touched himself without seeming to realize it. "I'm not a-, a sniffing kind of person," he weakly said.

"You aren't?" Kapricus asked. His gaze lanced Desmond and the fox knew what was coming. Somehow he felt that the goat had looked into his memories, finding them as clear as a blue sky. He knew at once that the goat could peer into him, that earlier talk of restrictions on his powers were falsehoods. "Then that farm you visited - those horses you liked so much, you did not enjoy smelling them like I'm now inviting you to smell me? My mistake." His grin dared the fox to defend himself.

Desmond silently moved back onto the bed. He avoided the goat's eyes, knowing he couldn't handle that scrutiny without breaking. He came closer to the demon's up-ended behind and caught a whiff of dense demon musk on the air. That dilute taste made him shiver. He suddenly pressed his nose into the ring and sucked a greedy hit off the ring. Obscene musk not fit for a mortal filled his sinuses, lancing his brain with pheromones. One sniff was all it took, indeed. Desmond gripped the goat's hips and he snorted and snuffled the pink ring. Sweat oozed through the goat's ass crack, smearing on Desmond's nose like a glaze. The pucker's winks seemed to smooch Desmond's nostrils. The musk was more concentrated and foul than any of the horses he had smelled. Its potency was that of a drug, its addictive potential even greater.

Kapricus giggled. Desmond's nose tickled. He had total control of the mortal now and his submission was willing. That was the best kind. Kapricus kept his legs banded together with an arm, but petted the fox with his free hand. "You see, sir? Isn't it wonderful?"

"Yes. Yeah," Desmond said, his voice so slow and peaceful that he sounded like someone doing an exaggerated impression of a stoner. "It's so good. Really good." The sniffing never stopped. He was greedy for Kapricus. His tiny cock throbbed varicose and fat, spitting wads of precum into the fabric of the sheets. The aphrodisiac properties of the demon's musk had him fit to pop from sniffing alone. Kapricus was surprised he hadn't cum yet.

A titter came from the goat. He rubbed all through Desmond's hair with his soft hand. "Put your tongue to work, sir. You'll like that almost as much as the sniffing. I don't think you'll even need to stop sniffing!"

The fox thought this was a fine idea. Kapricus suddenly seemed like he was full of those. Why had he regretted summoning the demon? His behind ached, but it felt good in a perverse way. Cum dribbled down his ass crack and that felt pretty good too. He wanted to give Kapricus the same, but to pull his face away from the demon's ass seemed like a profanity. His tongue dragged once against the goat's anus, pushing on the pink ring, opening it somewhat by dragging on its edge. A whiff more of the goat's musk wafted into Desmond's nose, sending a shiver up his spine. Another squirt of precum shot from his shaft and he pursed his thighs tightly together, feeling as if it might keep him from cumming where he knelt.

Desmond ate Kapricus as greedily as he smelled the goat. Long strokes of his tongue loosened more musk to devour with his hungry nostrils and the earthy, salty-sweaty flavor of a demon's anus spread across his taste buds with the acquired wondrousness of a delicacy.

The noises of the demon's pleasure were soft and feminine, suiting the age of his form. He let his legs drift apart, keeping them parted but putting down his feet. His scrotum, heavy with sweat and stinking of body odor, came down on the top of Desmond's snout. He paw rubbed his flaccid penis in languid movements. He cooed to his mortal master, "That feels wonderful, sir. Your love for my young ass is as pleasurable as it is morally and hygienically revolting. I suppose it's fitting that you summoned a demon. I understand that a love of small boys is highly frowned upon by mortals."

Kapricus' words did not hurt Desmond. He was not steeled against them, but just accepted them. The powerful smell of the demon's taint and the musky bud of his asshole left Desmond spellbound. Although he was vaguely aware that his will had been supplanted by some form of hormonal control, he was incapable of minding. He pulled his tongue up through the crevasse of the goat's ass crack, slathering slobber over pink flesh with only a peach's fuzz of white fur growing on it. His tongue dragged across the winking, wrinkled pucker his nose loved so much. Then his tongue smeared the last of its saliva on the underside of Kapricus' balls, trading drool for sweat and the reek of body odor. Kapricus had begun to stink of his most beastly forms despite his innocent appearance.

"How long has it been since I've been the submissive," Kapricus said with a mixture of nostalgia and revulsion. "Enter me now!" He braced his feet on Desmond's shoulders and thrust the foxcoon back, nearly punting him off the bed. Then he spread his legs wide, holding each at the knee in its respective hand. "Enter me with that sad little phallus of yours, and let me be bred for the first time in centuries, sir!"

Obedience had become second nature to Desmond. He clambered desperately over the demon goat, his face a mask of puppy-like earnestness. He craved Kapricus' approval like a child with a complex. The tense rod of his penis touched the goat's anus and in it went with a push of his hips, gliding inward on a coating of saliva and precum. The goat's anal passage squeezed down with the tightness and suddenness of a clenching fist. Desmond's foreskin retracted immediately and his bare glans intimately rubbed the anal flesh of the demon boy. A hapless grimace spread across the fox's face and he bleated to his demon, "I'm-, oh please, I'm so sorry."

Desmond's cum gushed into Kapricus in what seemed to the goat like a torrent. Voluminous ropes smeared prematurely across the walls of the demon's anal cavity. The foxcoon's penis, inoffensive in size, gave Kapricus pleasure with its overwrought throbs. The goat could nearly feel the texture of the veins and he fantasized about the mortal's penis throbbing so savagely, the blood pressure within its elastic chambers so severe, that the entire phallus might burst like a zit.

"Not one complete thrust," Kapricus said, the revulsion in his voice as unsubtle as a slap. And it caused Desmond to flinch back, ears pinned against his skull and eyes threatening to cry. The demon noted the fox's hurt expression and was in no mood to deal with fragile mortal emotions. "Shh, it's fine. It's all right," he said in as saccharine a voice he could manage. His white hands stroked Desmond's muzzle, rubbing his cheeks, stroking his hair. "Shh. You did the best you possibly could." Absolutely pathetic, thought Kapricus with unmitigated vitriol. I choose to be the submissive and this creature barely lasts a second!

The longer Kapricus thought about this slight, the more it stoked his boundless capability for hatred and cruelty. It was with a fraction of his anger, still enough that he could be quite the clever trickster, that he clung onto Desmond and threw his weight to the side, rolling Desmond over and putting himself on top. The foxcoon's penis was still buried inside of him, its too-tender flesh still throbbing. Kapricus chalked it up to his lingering musk that the mortal's erection had not waned. Desmond's misfortune was the demon's gain.

Kapricus began bouncing on Desmond's lap. With just his first bounce, Desmond hissed and pawed at his wrists, his slim chest, his neck. Anything to make him heel. "Stop, oh, stop, it's too-! It's sensitive!"

"Unhand me, mortal," Kapricus snapped, his voice boyish but his tone the authoritative rumble of a great demon. "Touch me again without permission and I shall break each of your fingers!" His youthful hips slammed down into the foxcoon's lap again and again. Oversensitive flesh tingled with wretched sensations of mock pleasure. He watched, face split in a grin, as Desmond writhed and whimpered and pawed at the bed. His paws gripped into the sheets, wisely keeping away from the demon goat. Although Kapricus did not truly wish to mutilate and break Desmond, what was a little white lie between summoner and demon?

"Yes, yes," grunted Kapricus, his own small, but larger cock throbbing with life. Fat wads of precum shot across Desmond's belly, sloughed off as his member bounced with the sharp rises and falls of his body. His prehensile tail lashed around the mortal's scrotum and cinched tight like a drawstring on a satchel. The testes within the sack were forced to the ends of their delicate tubes and the fox erupted with a shrill scream which Kapricus savored like candy. He uttered a low laugh and his bouncing quickened. The foxcoon's penile flesh throbbed plump and purple within Kapricus. Its size was pathetic but the pain was sublime.

"Masturbate me, Desmond," commanded the goat, his voice softer than its earlier dominance. It was a cadence which nevertheless demanded respect. Desmond complied with trembling paws. Pain left his features strained, his eyes wet with tears, and his handjob was subpar. But Kapricus was pleased with the suffering he inflicted on Desmond. He was going to climax again.

"Oh, please, please, no more," Desmond blubbered, kicking the bed and curling his toes. He seemed to be taking his frustration out on the demon's penis. He yanked roughly on the boymeat, tugging back on the foreskin forcefully. Kapricus was too durable to injure. His body took pleasure from the desperate masturbation. "Please-!"

"Silence!" Kapricus demanded, and in petty revenge tightened the noose on Desmond's balls. The fox's gonads pulsated massively much like his overstimulated penis did. Desmond thrashed against the bed and screamed.

"It's going to fall off!" he yowled.

"No it isn't, but if you don't silence your whinging fucking mouth," Kapricus' tail wrenched down ever more and the pain crossed the threshold into exquisite, white-hot agony, "I will personally castrate you and force-feed you your own genitals, you simpering, foolish fox!"

At last Kapricus felt the full strength of his previous forms. Though still a beautiful little boy, he momentarily tapped into the pure hatred which had made him a demon in the first place. The hatred ran parallel to his pleasure, both coursing together like a pair of dueling rivers, and now they joined as tributaries to the body of his climax. His anal walls squeezed down with excruciating consequences for Desmond. In a similar tensing, his tail gripped the connective tissues of Desmond's scrotum until the flesh went numb and the testes became completely choked of blood. In this moment where the foxcoon squealed and sobbed and relentlessly begged for mercy like a damned soul in the fires of Hell, Kapricus erupted into climax and let loose a braying groan. Semen slopped across the fox's chest, hitting his face like the spit of a contemptuous torturer. Kapricus worried not at all for the foxcoon or his agony. It was all about the demon for that one fine moment. Then, gradually, afterglow began to take hold. Kapricus loosened his grip, his tail voluntarily and anus less so. Desmond's balls began to pulse with life again - and unbearable pain. His penis finally softened. Like his balls, its flesh was bruised and overtaxed. It would be weeks before he would have an erection which was not painful.

The demon boy lifted himself slowly off of Desmond's loins. The flaccid penis of the fox exited him easily. An easy smile punctuated by judging eyes crested on the goat's short snout.

"You're not injured. Not permanently, sir. Stop crying, because I promise you this." He leaned close to his supposed master's sniveling face and kissed his lips. He liked the smell of his own ass on Desmond's muzzle. "When you burn in Hell, and you shall, this... fun little distraction of ours? It will seem like paradise with the gift of hindsight."

Desmond trembled. "I want to undo-, I want all of this to be undone. I'm sorry I ever summoned you. I'll start going to church, I'll never-."

"You cannot undo what has been done, sir," Kapricus said with a giggle. He licked up the side of Desmond's snout, wicking away a strand of semen he had placed there. "You've damned yourself for sure. All you can do now is hope you're some use to me when you're dumped into Hell with the rest of the profligates." He chuckled. "My drive for pleasure is hardly unusual. I believe a whore like you can ingratiate himself to many demons, yes."

The fox lay in silence and Kapricus lay atop him, eyes closed, body momentarily satiated. Eventually Desmond asked, "Kapricus, do you want me to send you back?"

The goat considered. "No. We've only just begun to explore the limits of your endurance, sir. I need to prepare you. The rest of my kind will hardly be as loving as I am. Now, sir, we should rest. It's been quite a night."

Although Desmond thought sleep would be impossible with the knowledge he now possessed of his future and fate, it came easily. Exhaustion and fear dragged him under. Kapricus listened while his summoner slept. They had so many pleasures left to explore, and all of eternity to explore them.