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Perfection. Faust grinned as he looked over everything, meticulously going over every minor detail before things could commence. He had picked the perfect hour and day based on what the Goetia recommended, he used silver powder to trace the pentagram and sigils on the floor. He chose the exact number of candles and even hand made his own incense. The only imperfection was that he was doing it in an abandoned church. The irony was sweet to him, but the cliche was bitter...

Faust caught a reflection of himself in the mirror. He wasn't anything special to behold. A young, white rabbit with irregular black splotches on his ears and on his short, stubby muzzle. His rail-thin form was obscured by a dark black robe, and his dull grey-blue eyes were hidden behind a mop of black hair and coke-bottle glasses.

He hated himself. He wished he were stronger, bigger, and more assertive, instead of some socially awkward dweeb who looked barely out of high school, despite being a college graduate. Faust took in a deep breath, ready to cry out "I'll show them, I'll show all of them!" Except that he didn't, it was already too cliche, he didn't need to turn into some kind of children's cartoon villain.

Yet he felt somehow vindicated. All the years of bullying, of derisive comments, of being put down by others would be tolerated no more. All his days of being the awkward nerd would be behind him.

He would show them...

In a few minutes he'd have a veritable army of demons at his command. Call him a nerd? Get torn apart by a hellhound. Mock and deride him for superficial reasons? He'd turn demons and devils against you in a heartbeat. The more Faust thought about it, the wider his smile grew. He giggled to himself, wringing his hands together as he grabbed the old musty Goetia and cracked it open.

As he flung open the ancient tome, there was a visible puff of dust, a heady, moldy musk wafting up from the vellum pages. He squinted as he looked over the worn and faded lettering, fingers tracing it as he intoned the words in his head, committing the ritual to memory before it officially begun. He slowly raised his paw upwards, the candles dimming some as he does so. The arcane words flowed from his mouth like wine from a decanter, his quiet and sheepish voice given purpose and power. His voice echoed across the old stone walls, creating an eerie chorus of Gothic-esque chanting that made it seem as if there were a half dozen of him, not a single supplicant.

As the ritual concludes, the candle flames suddenly shoot up into roaring infernos, cascading across the vaulted ceiling like waves crashing on a shoreline. No longer was the old church enshrouded in shadow, everything was laid bare in the sudden burst of light. The fires began to twist and bend downwards into the center of the silver pentagram, coming down in a twisting, writhing column of fire. The conflagration began to form into a roughly humanoid form, slowly working its way out of the column of fire, like a statue being hewn from a block of marble.

Faust cheered to himself, grinning and leaning forwards. "It's working!" he shouted, laughing as he pumped his fist into the air.

The fiery form began to take on more details, the figure eventually coming forth from it. Faust's heart raced in his chest as she looked up at him. The figure was a vixen, a damn beautiful one at that. In fact, she reminded him of a girl he had a crush on. She stood up and stretched out, exposing her nude body, covered in sleek orange fur with a white underbelly, marred only by black "socks" that went up her forearms and legs, imitating long opera gloves and knee-high socks. She looked up at Faust, brushing the long brunette hair from her face, revealing piercing, fiery red eyes that coruscated with the flames she just stepped from. A pair of leathery, bat like wings slowly unfurled from behind her, momentarily obscuring the flames and casting a flickering shadow of herself across the floor. She was naked as the day she was conjured, her perky pink nipples standing out on a pair of breasts that were certainly handfuls enough for the rabbit. Her womanhood present only as a pair of shining pink lips partially obscured by her fur. As she gazed up to her summoner, she looked...unimpressed.

No matter, she was nothing more than a pawn to Faust, the first of his demonic host. The rabbit watched as the flames began to die down, returning to flickering little tongues of fire. Faust's eyes flicked around the room, then he swiveled his head around, looking desperately around while the vixen idly twirled her hair around between a few fingers.

He didn't understand it. Faust spun to face the Succubus. "You! Where is the Legion I summoned?" he said, voice raising. "I summoned a Legion! I demand a Legion!" he yells, jumping up and down much like an impetuous child might do. "Not a single succubus!"

The vixen sighed and looked over at him, "No, honey you didn't summon a Legion."

Faust's face drained, eyes widening. He grabbed the tome and held it up to the vixen. "Yes I did! It said so right there!"

She didn't even give it a passing glance. "No, hon, you didn't." she said, pushing the tome down as the rabbit looked over it in fear.

"T-then...what did I summon?" he asked, looking back at the faded ink.

"Something to create a Legion."

Faust slammed the book shut and set it on a podium, stepping up to the vixen Succubus. "Alright then." He says, pursing his lips, "Make my Legion." He demands, folding his arms over his chest in the way a scorned lover or petulant child might.

She rolled her eyes. "Out what? Dust? Garbage? Out of thin air?" she huffs. If she had a wad of gum, she'd be twirling a string of it between her fingers while giving the rabbit perhaps the most annoyed look she could give him. The latter one she pulled off just well.

Faust fumed in his futility, this was going nowhere, fast. The rabbit shook out of pure rage, he paced around, vindictively stamping his feet and muttering curses the entire time. In his haste and rage, he kicked his foot out, marring the once perfectly drawn silver sigil on the ground...

He was too busy grumbling indignities to himself to notice the vixen succubus smiling broadly at the trespass against the sigil. The rabbit spun on his heels, turning to face away from her. She took advantage of his inattention, stepping free of her gilded cage and approaching Faust while his back was turned. And when he turned to look at the Succubus, it was too late.

She launched herself at him like, well, like a fox out of Hell. Her wings snapped backwards, the air giving a slight popping sound as she propelled herself forwards, slamming into the rabbit and knocking him to the ground. He wings folded forwards, pinning Faust's arms to the ground under the claws that tipped them. She straddled his hips, grinning viciously down at him, yet despite this, her hands gently moved down his chest, rubbing softly.

"You don't get to waste my time like this-" She said, hands gripping tightly into the robe the rabbit was dressed in. She spread her arms apart, tearing it open at his chest. The rabbit was smaller, nothing too exciting to see. Much like his face, his otherwise pristine snow white fur was marred by a little fluff of black between what would have been his pectorals. "-Summoner." She hissed. The succubus leaned forwards suckling hard against his neck while her hips gyrated on his.

Faust attempted to protest, or possibly even banish her, but he didn't have the chance to intone a single thing. The hickeys she was giving him sucked the breath from his throat, causing anything he was attempting to say to come out in a series of squeaks and moans. He gritted his teeth as she withdrew from him, a string of saliva connecting her muzzle to his neck.

The Succubus stuck one of her nails under the rip she just made, pulling downwards to widen it further. "I came here to make you a Legion, and I am going to give you just what you asked for." She said, licking her chops as she reached his belly button. She leaned up planting a deep kiss on Faust's lips, pushing her tongue into his muzzle with only the barest minimum of protestations from him.

She reached further down, pulling the robe apart so it exposed most of the rabbit's body. From the chest downwards, he was still a little snowball, but a treasure trail of black fur that widened out into some neatly trimmed pubic fluff. Faust may have been shaking his head, but where his brain said no, his body said yes. Standing free from his robes was his manhood, an erect pink Leaning Tower of Piza that was a modest seven inches (give or take a little) that tilted slightly back towards his body. Just below that a pair of golfball sized testes stuffed into a tight, black fuzzy bag.

"You asked for a Legion..." she whispered, reaching a paw between his legs to grab his shaft, gripping it tight in her hands. Faust yelped softly at this, obviously not used to a female's touch in such intimate places. "I will gladly give you your Legion." She finished, raising her hips up, womanhood hovering just over the tip of his manhood. Faust attempted to say something, but his voice caught in his throat when she dipped her pelvis down. In one swift, wet motion she had him hilted, their hips meeting in unison, teasing him by gyrating her hips about.

Faust was reduced to a moaning mess, but a more experienced creature like the Succubus kept her composure. She even chuckled a bit, throwing her head backwards in a fit of ecstatic laughter. "A virgin? Oh you poor boy, that makes this so much better." She says, drawing her hips upwards raising herself off of his manhood. Until just the tip remained in her lustful depths.

"W-was..." Faust stammered out. He couldn't lie to himself, he enjoyed this unexpected turn of events.

"A minor detail," the Succubus muttered, dropping her pelvis back down, her womanhood swallowing his dick back into her with a slight wet squelch. Faust gasped sharply, hips bucking upwards in lustful need. "Soon overlooked." The Succubus laughed again, her hands combing through his chest fur.

She continued to slowly bounce up and down on his cock. Faust had to admit it, the more the succubus rode him, the more he came to enjoy himself. In a way, she sensed that he was no longer going to try and do anything outlandish, so she pulled her wings back, letting his arms free. The rabbit reached up and grabbed her hips, helping her move up and down on his bunny cock. The Succubus leaned forwards, wrapping her arms around him and rolling the two of them over so Faust was on top. "Go on, big boy." She said, panting softly, "Show me what you got!"

Faust seems a bit out of his element at this turn of events. However, he was a guy, he's watched pornos before, and he has a rough idea of how this thing is supposed to work. Faust arches his back away from her, drawing his pelvis back before slowly slipping it back in. The Succubus shudders some, letting out a sultry moan as the rabbit tenderly fucks her.

"Come on...harder. Get mean, get rough!" She says, reaching behind his head and grabbing him by the scruff of his neck. "It's not like a little thing like you is going to break me." She says with a grin and playful snarl. Faust lets out a soft grunt of affirmation. Placing his hands just above her shoulders, the rabbit suddenly drives it home, ramming his cock into her as far as it could go and with all the force he could muster! The Succubus lets out a bit of a yelp, stroking her hands along his chest and abdomen while the summoner more vigorously fucks the summoned.

Faust, however, didn't really have enough experience to keep up with what the Succubus was doing to him, such was the plight of having been a virgin before this! He had fleeting thoughts of if he was performing well, at least, well enough to her satisfaction. These idle thoughts were answered by the carnal moans escaping her delicately tapered muzzle. At least he was doing something right tonight. At one point, however, he lost himself in the motions, his dick popping free of her, the last hump he gave grinding messily against her wet snatch, leaving a thick trail of precum and vaginal fluid that matted her pubic fur when Faust pulled away.

The Succubus kept him from returning to what he was doing. Instead, she folded her wings tightly against her back and rolled to her side, teasingly pushing her soft, plush rump into his thighs. She lifted a leg up, inviting Faust in once more. The rabbit grabbed her, hooking an arm just under her kneecap and used his free paw to guide himself into her. Once again, the rabbit took her slow and sensual. An act that the Succubus grew tired of rather quickly.

"Harder!" she demanded, panting softly as the rabbit paused in his pumping motions. "I'm not some cheap blow up doll, you're not going to break me." She remembered how incensed the rabbit got at his failure to literally summon a Legion of Hell, and decided she'd use his quick temper and feelings of inadequacy against him. "Little guy like you, probably couldn't if you tried." She said, flashing a devilish grin over her shoulder at him.

The rabbit saw red, maybe it was passion, or possibly anger; at this point, did it even really matter? Faust growled, as well as rabbits can growl, and suddenly pulled his hips back.

Oh, was going to show her!

He suddenly slammed his hips forwards as hard as he could, using the Succubus' own body as leverage to pull her back down onto him. Twenty-something years of mocking and jeering from his peers released itself in a single, brutal and animalistic act of hate-fucking. The Succubus' breasts predictably bounced up and down, driven by the shockwaves as his cock drilled into her pussy. His claws scratched over her form as he grabbed onto whatever he could: breasts, ass, thighs, it didn't matter, if it was in his desperate reach he groped at it, leaving the occasional rivulet of blood from the scratches.

It was his turn to take the reins in this relationship. Grabbing her about the waist he swept his legs under him and pulled himself up to his knees, the Succubus going face down and ass-up. Her long, bushy tail wrapped around his neck, draping over his shoulders like a fluffy orange, white and black boa. He may have been small, he may not have been the strongest, but he had gravity to his advantage now, and used to propel his penis into her womanhood with unmatched fury. At one point, such was the power behind the thrust that he actually forced her head against the floor. Not that she minded, any. She asked for it rough, and was glad that the little rabbit was at least living up to her expectations.

But all that anger wasn't the only thing the rabbit had bottled up, nor was it the only thing slowly boiling its way to the surface, heated by the warmth of their two bodies and stoked by the flames of passion (and probably a bit of Hellfire to boot). Faust's breath came and went in heaving gasps, and was suddenly caught in his throat by a certain feeling spreading through him.

The sensation of tingling electricity radiated outwards from his groin, shivering up his spine and spreading along his entire, thin body. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging himself close to her as their fur grinds together in his passionate thrusts. Faust's grunts and moans became half-coherent stammers as he continued to thrust into the Succubus. The rabbit finally uttered out a little "F-fuck..." as he drove it home, drilling as far into the Succubus as possible. He felt her cervix give way, allowing the tip of his throbbing bunny cock to pierce into her deeper.

Faust held on for as long as he could, but the Succubus held on for even less time. Whether through her certain demonic senses or through the pleasure she was actually getting from Faust, the demon's orgasm washed over her body, rippling through her like a tidal wave of sensual pleasure. Her tight cunny gripped down on Faust, the inner muscles tugging at his manhood, urging him onwards.

It was too much for him to handle. Faust let out a crying moan, arching his back and grinding his hips forwards, taking in a jerky breath as he came. Pent up, virginal seed spilled into the Succubus, released in steaming, thick jets that coated the insides of the demoness. Faust twitched uneasily, crumpling atop her as he rode the last waves of his orgasm, the very last bits of his semen dripping down in heavy globs into her uterus.

The Succubus grinned and clenched her internal muscles, giving his dick a tight, post-coital squeeze. The action caused the rabbit to gasp and groan, the hyper-sensitive endowment twitching in protest at being disturbed as he rested. "So, do you remember why you conjured me, summoner?" she asks, giving her hips a light buck backwards.

The rabbit groaned some and struggled to regain his thoughts from its sex-addled state. "Unh...I think..." he stammered out, breath still coming out as soft pants. "Wait! Yes! Demon, give me my Legion!" he demanded, in spite of his exhaustion. The vile temptress had managed to divert his attention from his original goals! And the rabbit was, at this point, slightly incensed.

The Succubus grabbed one of his arms about the wrist. Guiding his hand down to her belly, placing it just below the navel. "Perhaps you will have your Legion, summoner, in due time, of course." She said, grinning as she turned to face him.

Faust's ears perked up and then dropped, his mind a maelstrom of emotions. He was angry at being tricked, confused at what was going on, and when the realization of what exactly she had forced him into doing made him a cavalcade of angry, ecstatic, and panicked. He didn't realize that his wording would be interpreted in such a way. Breeding like rabbits? That was the only possibility. He was terrified at the prospect of being shackled to this infernal Succubus and her (well, their) demonic offspring for who knows how long, perverting the bond between summoner and summoned, binder and bound. He took in a deep breath, taking a quick moment to steady his mind before uttering a single quick phrase.

"Oh...fuck..."

Perhaps, maybe he should have been a bit more specific with his conjuring...