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Two stories in one week. That's a lot for me! This is the second story in my Red Hot series. You'll notice it's free of italics. Well, there's a reason for that. When I do the Fur Affinity version of a story, I have to convert it into another format. That normally removes them. For this reason, I normally do the Fur Affinity version AFTER I post on SoFurry... But I forgot. Derp.

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"Man, I don't like this," Owen said as I shook off the top of the Ouija board box. I rolled my eyes and reached inside for the cheap plastic planchette and held it in front of his face.

"You really think this is going to do anything? Look at it. It's two cents of plastic with an magnifying glass in it." I tossed the placard on the small coffee table.

"If you don't think it's gonna work, why even mess with it?" The horse's small ears flickered nervously.

I sighed. "Because the power's out, I'm bored off my ass, and what the hell else are we going to do for the rest of the night?" Truth be told, I knew how I'd like to pass the time... But Owen was as straight as an arrow, and a virgin at that. A shame, too, because I'd love to break in that country stallion. Mmph! I pulled out my cigarette lighter, lit a candle, and put it on the windowsill.

"Robert says we're not supposed to-"

"Man, fuck the RA. I'm not sitting in the dark all night. Do you have any flashlights or anything like that?"

Owen shook his head. His chestnut mane bounced back and forth across his worried face. "No," he murmured. Instead of protesting further, he walked over to the door and locked it. I smiled. Maybe there was hope for him yet.

"It's only a small candle. If he comes by, I'll just blow it out and throw it out the window, OK? Now..." I walked across the room and sat in one of the plastic chairs by the low coffee table. I took the board out of the box, tossed it aside, and set everything up. "Come here. This takes at least two people to work."

He shuffled over and sat in the chair across from me. He still wasn't touching the placard or the board, but it was something. Progress. "Why do you even have this?"

I tapped my chest. "Because I'm a black cat,"

"Panther," he corrected.

I ignored him. "And like every black cat, I had a goth thing for a while. I just never got around to throwing it out, and my mom threw it in my bins when I was packing up for college, so..."

"You should get rid of it," Owen said. He looked down at the board, and when he did, his shirt collar slouched enough for the cross he wore to peek out from underneath. The gold plating glinted in the candle light.

"I should do a lot of things," I said, eyeing his chest a moment longer. "This thing was made in a factory. It probably says Milton Bradley or Parker Brothers or something on the side. Unless you think the Devil does board games..."

He threw up his hands, sighed, and placed them on the table. "Alright, alright," he said. "I'll do it. Just don't start asking it things that you shouldn't be asking." I grinned. Score one for the bad guys.

"Ok," I said. "Deal. Now, just... Do what I do." I set the planchette on the talking board and put my paws on my side. Owen hunched over the board and put his paws on the opposite end. Maybe this wasn't the best way to spend the night, but at least I was close to him in a dark, candlelit room. It could be worse.

"So... What do we do, Norman? We just ask it questions?"

"Not yet. First we've got to get it ready." I cleared my throat and put on my best spooky voice, which was something between 'Vincent Price' and 'Gypsy in a Stephen King movie'. "Spirits!" I began. "We invite you to come amongst us, and make yourselves heard." Owen fidgeted under the table, his leg shaking against mine. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Poor horsie!

"Ok," I said. "Now it's ready... You want to ask a question and see if anyone's there?"

His eyes wandered across the room, but his gaze eventually ended up on the plastic placard held between us. "I guess," he mumbled. "Uhm... Is anyone there?"

Silence. Well, that was expected. Talking boards didn't literally talk, but as we waited, it I became keenly aware of just how silent the dorm was. I couldn't remember things ever being so quiet before, not even during the last blackout. It was almost... Eerie.

The placard moved beneath my paws, gliding across the cardboard on it's felt-bottomed feet. The eye-hole piece came to rest over 'YES'. The magnifying glass distorted the word like a fisheye lens.

"Looks like we've got a friend," I said. I glanced at Owen, who looked right back at me, and I knew what he was thinking. Did Norman move the pointer? I hadn't. Well, maybe a little, but it was a group effort between me and him. It was the horse's subconscious working against him, not some mysterious spirit from the great beyond.

"What do we do now?" Owen asked.

"We ask some questions," I said. "Good questions. Nobody likes to be bored, not even spirits, so try to come up with something good."

"Like what?" Owen asked. I paused. Hrm. An idea popped into my head, and I smirked at Owen. "How big is Owen's... Dick?" Owen went red beneath his chestnut fur and stared at me, too flustered to be angry. The placard moved across the board, little by little, and stopped on the 1. I looked at Owen ( who was getting redder by the second ) and for a moment, I was very disappointed... But then the placard moved again, and came to rest on 0. Ten. We stared at each other in awkward silence.

I had to ask. "Is it right?"

"I don't know!" Owen blurted out. His face was redder than the flame of the flickering candle. "It's not like I ever measured it!" I thought about offering to get a ruler and do it for him, but decided that would probably push him over the edge.

I chuckled and touched his forearm. "I'm sorry man, I'm just messing with you." He snorted and combed a wayward bang away from his blue eyes, then put his paw back on the planchette.

"Whatever," he mumbled. "My turn. Uhm... Will I find a wife at college?" I rolled my eyes at the question. I looked on as the placard moved, slowly yet surely gravitating toward 'NO'.

"Man, that is some cold shit," I said, amused by the dejection on his face. If the board was right, it wouldn't be for a lack of trying. The brown stallion beside me had a build typical of any horse. He was tall, broad in the shoulders, narrow at the waist, and he had the face of a shy country boy. I knew if he'd just loosen up a little he'd have girls ( and boys ) hanging off of both arms, but he was dead set on the whole 'marriage' and 'straight' thing. A damn shame.

"Alright, my go," I said. "Will anything exciting happen tonight?" The placard gave us our longest response yet. Letter by letter, it spelled out 'IF YOU WANT IT TO'. I glanced sidelong at Owen. Hell yes I want it, I thought, but I doubted that's what the board had in mind.

Owen shifted in his seat and stared down at the board. "What kind of spirits power these things?" He asked, looking at me.

I shrugged. "Whatever comes when you call. Ghosts that are hanging around. Spirits, you know. Spirits of the land. Angels, I guess..."

"Demons?" I rolled my eyes at Owen, then looked back down at the board. The placard had moved to 'YES' when neither of us were looking. I felt a little shiver run through Owen's leg where it touched mine. I caught a little chill myself. "Ok, this isn't funny anymore," Owen said as he stood up. He moved to take a step back from the table, but caught his leg on the chair and went down like a sack of bricks. He hit his head on the carpet with a loud 'whump!' that made the table bounce, and was out like a light.

"Oh shit!" I nearly knocked the coffee table over as I scrambled out of my seat and knelt on the floor beside him. I grimaced as I tilted his head up and felt it. There was a knot that was sure to get bigger over the next few hours, but I didn't feel any blood.

I leaned down to take a look at him. He was still breathing nice and steady. Good sign. "Owen?" I asked, chewing on my bottom lip. I gave his face a gentle pat. "Come on horsey, rise and shine." As if on cue, his eyes flicked open, but much too fast for someone that was coming to. He stared up at the ceiling, his eyes opened as far as they possibly could. "Owen?" I murmured.

When he looked at me, I knew that something was wrong. These weren't the eyes of the timid, polite horse that I knew. His blue eyes had gone blood red, and they locked on me with the intensity of a bull ready to charge. He grabbed the front of my shirt and flung me off of him with one good shove. He then sat up and tore the cross from around his neck.

"I'm going for a walk," he growled as he got to his feet. If he hadn't torn the cross off, I'd have let him walk right out the door... But that was just too damn weird for me to let go. I stood up and moved between him and the door, trying to get a look at his eyes. I wondered if they were really red or if I'd just imagined it, but it was hard to get a good look in the dim light.

"Owen, you just hit your heard. Maybe you should-"

"Maybe you should mind your own fucking business," he spat back. In all the time I'd known him, I'd never heard Owen curse. Not one time. He advanced on me, and I knew I had to do something. My mind scrambled. Was it really a demon? What did demons hate? I looked around the room and spotted the wooden cross Owen had mounted near the door, on the wall, above the head of his bed.

I grabbed it, ripped it off the hook and brandished it at him, waving it in his face. "The power of Christ compels you!" I blurted out. He hissed and held up his paws around his eyes, backing away, and I saw my opportunity. I held the cross between my teeth like a pirate's knife and pounced on him with all my might. I hit him hard and we both fell across my bed, with me straddling his waist.

He grabbed at my shirt and tried to throw me off, but I held down with one paw while searching with the other, reciting a mumbled mash-up of whatever short prayers and nonsense came into my mind. Where the hell did I- Handcuffs!

"Get the fuck off of me!" He yelled as he thrashed beneath me. I slapped a cuff around one of his arms and fought it up and back. My arms quivered as I struggled against him with everything I had. I was no weakling, but Owen was a strong guy, and I knew I wouldn't be able to overpower him for long. With one last, desperate burst of strength, I fed the cuff's chain around the metal frame of my bed and locked his other paw in the other cuff.

I took the cross out of my mouth and stared down at him. "That wasn't cool, man. Are you fucking with me?" I said. He thrashed against his bonds, then looked up at me and smiled a sinister smile. I saw the eyes behind his tousled mane. They were blood red.

"You should let me go before things get really bad for you," he said.

"You're the one in cuffs," I pointed out.

"And how long do you think that's going to last?" He rattled his cuffs against the frame. They seemed to be holding for now, but if he was a real demon... Well, shit. He'd get out of them sooner or later, wouldn't he? "As soon as I get out of these things, I'm going to beat your faggot ass black and blue."

Now I really believed that someone else was at the wheel, or Owen was having some kind of episode. He would have never called me that, and though he was a pretty devout guy, he'd never once judged me for what I was. He was a Christian, not an asshole.

"Are all demons assholes, or just you?" He laughed and bucked beneath my hips. He almost threw me off, but he settled down when I pushed the cross back into his face. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Hell's full of bigots."

"Fuck you," he spat. "I'm a demon, not a degenerate. When I get these things off, I'll-" I'd had enough. I grabbed the nearest dirty t-shirt and stuffed it into his muzzle. He glared up at me with indignant rage while I sat and stared at him, weighing the options on my mind. He didn't like the cross... But it didn't seem to hurt him. Were my prayers doing anything? Were they even prayers?

I thought about getting off of him to Google for demon stuff, but I didn't think I had that kind of time. The handcuffs were cheapies for bedroom play, not police issue! They wouldn't hold up for long. I needed to act, and fast, but the only thing I knew for sure was that- Oh.

I eyed the demon-possessed horse that I had bound to my bed. I reached down and took the shirt out of his mouth, and I looked him in the eyes. "You're going to leave my friend right now, or I'm going to make you regret it."

He laughed in my face. "And how are you going to do that, sodomite? You can't hurt me, not while I'm in Owen's body. Are you going to exorcise me? I'd like to see you try."

I smiled thinly and shifted my hips a bit, so that my rump slid down around 'Owen's' thighs. I stared the demon down as I reached between my friend's legs and popped open his fly. His face faltered as I slid down the zipper on his jeans and dipped my paw into his white briefs, my warm palm pressed against the horse's virgin meat.

"Don't you know?" I whispered as I wrapped my paw around his cock. "Faggots love exorcise." I looked down as I tugged his cock out of his briefs. The Ouija board was right. Ten inches of fat, floppy horse cock spilled out across Owen's tummy, and it was getting hard in a hurry. The demon inside of Owen might not have liked what was happening, but Owen was a virgin, and that made his body sensitive and damn quick to respond.

He squirmed as my paw rubbed and stroked until I was holding one rock hard piece of throbbing horse meat. I'd been dreaming of this moment for a long time, but I never imagined it'd happen like this! I slid my paw up until I felt the bell curve of his soft flare, then down. I shivered as I felt my fingers passing over his thick medial ring, and I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have it inside me.

"Must be lonely in Hell for you to get this hard," I teased.

"I'm going to burn you alive," the demon threatened, rattling his cuffs. I grabbed hold of Owen's jeans and briefs then tugged, but it was way too hard to strip him with one hand while holding the cross in the other. Sorry Owen, I thought as I unsheathed my claws. I shredded his denim and the cotton briefs beneath, tearing them from his body. I'd like to say I felt conflicted about doing it, but it was hard not to be thrilled about ripping the clothes off a straight boy.

"You're going to have to get free first, you prick." I tore the clothes away from his hips and thighs, the important parts. I'd have loved to see everything, but that would have to wait until later! I thought about getting down on the floor between his legs, but I knew I didn't want to be anywhere near an angry horse's hooves. Instead, I flipped my body around so that I was straddling his chest. I tucked the cross into the back of my waistband and shoved my ass into his face for good measure.

He snapped at my tail, but missed. I scooted forward a little more, away from his muzzle, then I grabbed Owen's horse cock in both paws and gave it a good, hard squeeze. The demon growled beneath me and thrashed, but I was able to keep him down and relatively still... For now. I had to work fast. I was running out of time.

I began jacking Owen's dick as fast as I could, holding it dead in the center. I didn't know what Owen liked, but I knew most of the horses I'd slept with loved a lot of action on their medial ring. I spit on his cock just to make it extra slick. A little lube meant I could jerk him harder, faster. I beat his dick like a whore with a quota to fill, my paws tugging at the fleshy ridge in the center of his cock with each furious stroke. Just when I was starting to wonder if I was having any effect at all, I saw the first bead of white cream well up on the flat tip of his prick. Jackpot!

I lunged down and dragged my rough tongue across the broad head, dipping the tip of my tongue into his slit. The demon shuddered beneath me. I swallowed it and then devoured the head of his prick just like I'd always fantasized. I knew I had to keep up the momentum, I couldn't give him any time to rest or pull any tricks.

I crammed Owen's virgin cock down my muzzle like my life hung in the balance. Depending on what the demon was planning for his revenge, it sure felt like it might! I didn't stop until my lips were halfway down his cock and pressed up against up against his medial ring, my paws wrapped around his base.

"You'll... Never... Be rid of me, I'll drag you and your friend to Hell!" The demon shouted. I lifted my mouth up to his flare, then plunged it right back down again, fucking my short black muzzle with Owen's dick. He screeched a litany of curses as I bobbed my lips up and down his length. I made sure to drag my tongue on every upstroke, and I gave him a good hard suck every time my lips wrapped around his flare. My throat was painfully raw in a matter of minutes, but I didn't care, not even as the tears began to well up in the corners of my eyes.

Owen's flare was what ultimately did me in. It got too big and too wide to force down my throat anymore. I was forced to pull my muzzle off his dick before it ended up wedged inside me. I sputtered and coughed as his cock fell from my lips and I wiped my watering eyes. I cursed myself. I was so close! I was sure if I made the demon cum that he'd be forced from my friend's body, but even after all that he was still inside Owen. Maybe I needed a new plan...

"What's wrong? Too much meat for you?" The demon let loose a barking laugh and glowered at my back. "There's nothing you can do. This body is mine."

"No!" I wheeled on him and threw the cross on the bed beside his face. The demon hissed and looked away, jerking at his restraints. Desperate times called for desperate measures! I reached down with one claw and cut the strings on my sweatpants. They went slack and slid down my hips, exposing my achingly hard cock. I couldn't help it. Demon be damned, this was my biggest fantasy come true!

"What are you doing?" The demon growled. I ignored him as I reached into my pillowcase and grabbed the hidden bottle of lube I kept tucked away inside. I popped the cap with my thumb claw and squeezed a fat glob of the stuff into my paw. I was going to need a lot of it for what I was about to do. He laughed at me. "You think you can take that horse flare?"

I met his eyes and grabbed my cock, smearing the cold, gooey stuff up and down my entire length. "It isn't for your cock."

His eyes went wide. "Don't you fucking dare!" The demon bellowed as I grabbed his hips with both my paws. I growled and summoned up every ounce of strength I had to flip him over onto his hands and knees, forcing his ass up into the air. I pounced on him before he could roll over and wedged my legs between his. I threw his tail up and over his ass, then grabbed my cock and pointed it right at his virgin asshole.

My demon-possessed friend bounced around beneath me, trying desperately to throw me off his back, but there wasn't a whole lot he could do with his arms tied down. I had him right where I wanted him. I pressed my lubed up cock right against his pucker and leaned in, pushing just enough for him to feel the pressure.

"Last chance," I breathed in his ear.

"Fuck you!" He shouted.

I smiled and nosed his mane out of the way so I could nibble the side of his neck. "Ok," I whispered. I grabbed a handful of his rump and held it good and tight as I shifted my hips. Owen was a tight piece of ass, but with his bottom held high in the air, it was only a matter of time until my cock was inside him. I pushed harder and harder, my paw holding my shaft right on target.

When my head finally popped him open and sank into his virgin ass, I was just as surprised as the demon was. One moment I was pushing against his taut little hole, and the next I was three inches into the hottest piece of ass I'd ever had wrapped around my dick. He cursed in Latin and thrashed, his cuffs rattling as I stuffed myself in straight to the hilt. My hips slammed into his with a loud wet slap, my balls bouncing against him.

The combination of the demon's constant struggling and Owen's virgin hole clamping down around me made the pleasure almost unbearable... Almost. Each time he tried to buck me off his ass, I sank in a little deeper, a little harder than before. I slipped a paw beneath him and grabbed hold of his cock. I found his flare swollen, dripping, and ready to pop.

"You gonna leave after you cum," I breathed in his ear. "Or are you waiting to feel what it's like to have someone empty their nuts in your ass?" I waited for him to try and speak, and when he did, I slapped his ass as hard as I could. The sting of my paw made his already tight asshole seize up around my cock in a delightful way.

The demon was all out of threats, but that didn't mean he was done struggling. He grunted and growled as he tried to pull free of his cuffs. I was surprised they'd held up this long, but I knew they wouldn't last much longer. When I glanced up and saw the cheap metal link in the center starting to give, I knew I had end things fast.

I bit down hard on the back of Owen's neck, grabbing hold of what little scruff the horse had. He whinnied as I gave it a good, hard tug and bucked my hips at the same time. His dick jerked in my paw as I thrusted into him. He started leaking like a sieve, covering my fingers in a stream of sticky pre. I squeezed his cock forcefully and pounded it with my fist, focusing on his top half. I jerked hard whenever my palm hit his medial ring, and then up when I touched his swollen flare.

I pounded his ass ruthlessly, hitting him with the fast and furious style of fucking I normally reserved for foxes. Each time I slammed home in the horse's ass, I gave it a good hard slap with my free paw, my claws raking across his bottom like a pair of spurs. He whinnied and jerked forward every time, thrusting his cock into my paw.

I heard a sharp metal 'snap!' as the handcuffs finally broke in half, followed by a grotesquely loud, bestial snarl that no normal horse could ever make. The flickering candle on the windowsill went out, and a cold breeze rattled the plastic blinds. I thought for sure the demon was about to spin around and smear me across the wall, but then I felt it. The demon had hit his breaking point. Owen's cock jumped in my paw as a torrent of horse cum rocketed from his body, drenching his tummy, my paw, and my bed.

The sensation of his body seizing up and spasming around my dick was just too much to take. I squeezed my eyes shut and yowled around the scruff I held in my teeth. I gave it one more tug as I hilted myself inside Owen's sweet little horse ass, and then I came. My tail whipped around me as I pumped a hot load of panther cum deep inside him, flooding his insides with warm, wet heat.

I fell across his back as the strength ran from my body, and apparently, he was out of it too. We tumbled down together onto my cum-splattered bedspread and laid in a messy, panting heap, my dick still wedged inside Owen's bottom. I let go of his scruff absentmindedly and laid my head on the back of his shoulder. I was sure I was going to die as soon as the demon caught his breath, but at least I'd die happy.

"Norman?" My ears flickered. That wasn't the demon's voice, that was Owen! I leaned up a little bit to look over his shoulder, meeting his eye.

"Yeah buddy? Are you ok?"

He looked at me, but wouldn't hold my gaze for very long. He swallowed and nodded, then looked away, flushed and panting. "I'm... Ok, just a little sore," he murmured. "What... What happened?"

"You don't remember?" I asked. I felt a pang of guilt, but Owen looked back at me and shook his head.

"No no! I remember, I was... Watching, I just don't know what happened."

I laid my head on his shoulder and kissed the spot where it met the back of his neck. "I don't either..." I murmured. I'd seen what had happened, just as Owen had, but I sure as hell didn't want to admit it to myself, or anyone else.

"Hey Norman?" Owen looked back at me and met my eyes. "Do you think... Uhm... Maybe next time I could be the one on top?" I laughed and wrapped my arms around him, then leaned down and nuzzled his cheek.

"Only if you buy me a new pair of handcuffs, stud."