Practical Guide to Summoning

I looked down at the markings on the concrete floor of my basement in down-town suburbia, they resembled a badly drawn pentagram drawn in white chalk with an inner circle consisting of a powder. Closer inspection would reveal that powder to be salt.

Ever a sucker, I have always had a religious bent, I have 'tried' them all and lost a lot of good money to some of the more charlatan ones. All of them left me feeling empty, none of them, even once you were a part of their 'inner group', felt real. I was almost done so far as this crap went, I was trying one last thing, something so old I had spent nearly five years of my life tracking down the half destroyed old book that had detailed these rites.

Pacing around barefoot, I lit the candles at the shakily penned pentagrams points, returning to the north side of the ring.

I started chanting, badly. I had paid someone a lot of money to give me a phonetic translation of this old language, I had spent weeks memorising every last syllable. It wasn't the translation or my memory that were bad though, my voice is not what you would call 'musical'.

It was then, for the first time in years of praying, singing and meditating that I felt something and it was pulling at me. Almost like breathing but from my entire body, I felt the twisted old words make me exhale something, it wasn't painful but it felt slightly draining. Excited at an indication that something might be working I continued and felt that exhalation increase.

The words were at their crescendo, the pulling at my bodies breath, my energy, almost causing me to pass out when a darkness filled the centre of the salt circle, growing steadily larger and larger until, at the edge of the ring of salt it stopped and with a clap of thunder evaporated, leaving a being standing within.

It looked a parody of mismatched animals, pieced together and given an upright form. From the goat like legs, leading to a body that resembled some kind of dog, tail and all, a bulls head topped it off, literally. It stood there, naked and proud, a large sheath hiding what twisted maleness it may contain just above a very large pair of testicles.

“A human summoner? After all these years. Its been what, a millennium or two since the last?” It said, voice slick and very human sounding even though it issued from the huge bulls maw. “Yes a reward for such work you must have done, in finding all the necessary law, in giving of your own essence to the spell, a small boon I will grant in the form of negotiation, when the time comes for such things of course.”

Then it looked around itself, taking in everything, finally ending its gaze at the floor around it.

Chuckling the beast said, “Normally, I would tear my way from such simple and badly prepared runes, but to breath the air of the mid world again, after so long, and more, to make sure you have incentive to summon again, I will avoid such unpleasantness.” I felt embarrassed at the work now, even I knew it was sloppy, I hadn't really thought anything would happen. “Now, on to business, where is your sacrifice?” I opened my mouth to respond but the demon cut back in, “I would suggest not, at the peril of having my good will toward you turn, that the goat tied up over there be such, it would be very bad form.”

I almost panicked then, the goat had been for just such a reason. The beast spoke again, “If no

suitable sacrifice to my needs is available, then perhaps you sought to bribe me further by offering yourself? Such a prize as to be the first demon to mate a new summoner would indeed have me look more favourably still.”

I realised then the trap the demons words had set for me, standing there as I was wearing just the ritual cloak. I opened my mouth and stuttered, “Uh, yeah... I mean, yes, I will be the sacrifice for this boon.”. I felt my blood run cold, I had just agreed that whatever would be negotiated would be carried out upon me. If this was a demon who enjoyed giving pain, as some I had read about, it would be a bad night indeed for me.

“Good, good. You realise the situation you are in, I see, and yet you still stand there. In the old times many a first summoner would run and reveal their lack of mettle under such circumstances.” The beast said, “Now, onto my second most favourite part of any summoning, the negotiation of terms. You have given me two boons this night, but I have already granted one, by not stepping from this flimsy protection and tearing you apart. So, in the interests of fair play and to encourage return... patronage, I offer, for half a night of rutting with me, under my full attentions, fifty years of further life, beyond the day your body would have ceased.”

I grinned, deals, haggling, negotiations, call it what you will, in this regard I was adept. My company had not been terribly good at what it did, but when deals came our way, they were always to my advantage, thus had I built my life.

“A hundred years, knowledge to increase my powers and you may not do any ongoing harm to me during the acts, for half a night.” I said, working the words through my mind before I said them.

The demon laughed riotously, “Smart little one, I would have done such nasty things to you before, things that would have left you whimpering, aching to summon me again to undo. But such an offer is, despite the matter of an outstanding boon, unconscionable. Sixty years, the knowledge you ask for, my forfeiture of ongoing harm to your person, for half a night.”

Grinning at the game, the ultimate game, the first time I had played where my very being was one of the play-chips, I said, “No, a full hundred years, the knowledge as stated, no lingering harm to myself and you will grant me at least one, new, power. For a full night, that is until dawn, with me to do as you will.”

The demon looked at me very seriously, “A fine offer, one most of demons would jump at. But I am not 'most demons'.” it said, wiggling its clawed digits in a parody of indicating quotation, “All you stated, exactly as is, but you will not be 'mine to do as I will', you will come to me and mate with me, to my satisfaction, until dawn, of your own free will and with your own intent.”

I shuddered, it was one thing to offer yourself with the expectation of being 'raped', you could always say later that you were forced. What the demon asked was for me to go to it and subject myself to its ministrations.

With clenched teeth, I managed, “Done, demon. With one last rider, that the extra years of life not age me.”. I had to keep reminding myself of what I would be getting, a hundred years of life, power and knowledge.

“Very well, that is most... agreeable.” The demon said.

All of a sudden a swelling of power poured from the beast, wrapping around the inside of the salt circle, eventually coalescing into a contract, in the old ancient language that the verses had been

scribed in, hovering in mid air. The only difference was, even though I could tell they were that old language, I could read them.

It detailed exactly what we had both agreed to.

“I agree to the terms of this contract with a mortal.” The demon said, using a claw to slice its pad, the blood, black as pitch, dripped down toward the floor but as it passed the height of the contract the drops leapt toward it, spreading darkness around all the words, making them more full.

Gulping, I reached down and picked up one of the nice sterilised knives I had at hand and, nicking my thumb, raised it up near the contract. The drop of bright red blood fell from my thumb, falling to spin and fly upwards, pouring my own essence around the words, now burning in mid air.

“Done then, sealed by our blood, we are both committed.” the beast stated.

The contract evaporated from mid air but with a tingle I could feel it now, knew it was now in effect.

I looked up at the beast as it suddenly started stepping forward, over the now benign salt consecrated pentagram. “You summoned me early in the night my prize, that is the only reason I agreed to the contract as stated, it will give me time to carry out what I will and for you to learn your place in things.”

A clawed paw leapt out, gripping the fabric of the cloak at the neck and ripping downward, destroying utterly the garment.

I saw now, its member was stirring, starting to push free of the tight sheath.

Stepping forward boldly, knowing that if I didn't I may be in breach of the agreement, I dropped to my knees at the beasts feet and leant forward. My left hand reached out and gently wrapped around the base of the exposed shaft and I began to rub my thumb up and down the underside of it.

“Mmm, warming to your task I see? Yes the power I grant will be great indeed I believe.” the demon said, rocking his hips slightly, causing my hand to work more of his member.

Quickly it grew and with a final sigh of resignation, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the end of it. Heat was the first thing I noticed, working my tongue around the girth in my mouth, it was damn hot, and strangely I could feel that heat seeping into me, making me want to do more.

Bringing my other hand up I began to rub his large testicles, even as I worked my head up and down now, working his length as far as I could into my mouth before pulling back. A large furred paw gripped the back of my head by my hair, urging me to maintain the speed and motion even as I worked the base of him with one hand.

Up and down, I felt the heat from him flowing into me faster, it left me aching and erect myself, but my contract was for his satisfaction, not my own.

After what felt like hours of the attention I felt his rod start to swell further, a prelude to the finale. Pulling hard at the paw on my head, I increased the pace, gripping slightly with my teeth on occasion. The paw released me and I heard the beast bellow loudly even as, with my hand still working his balls, I felt the pressure within him begin to feed down to his shaft, flaring it out further, having it almost fill my mouth before the load of his seed began to pour down into me.

I drank and guzzled as much as I could but there was too much and it leaked out the corners of my mouth, the lava hot juice pouring down my chin, hanging in ropey strands from there to drip down, one even landing on my own erection, causing me to cry out in pleasure.

I sat there panting, the release the touch of his fluids to my member had given me had eclipsed anything I had ever felt before in my life and I sat there, mouth still around him, trying to remember how to move properly.

“A good start little summoner, and it is with this gift of my seed that I will help free you of your constricting form. Know that with each addition of my seed to your body, I will re-make a part of you. I think we will begin with those legs, quite unsuitable for one of my summoners. I think something more noble, ahh yes, a lion.” with his final word a power radiated from him, pouring down his body, through his member still dripping its fluids down my neck and into me, resonating with the load he had pumped into my stomach finally coming to pour into my legs and groin.

I cried out, muffled though by his still quite erect member as the power changed me, even as it held me so I could not fight it.

At last he let me release his firmness, and I fell back, looking down at what the demon had done. My legs had been warped, covered in fur and now terminated at two very large paws. My groin too was furred, a large sheath wrapped around a large animalistic cock, all hovering above a large hanging pair of testicles.

“Yes, a good start I feel. Now, how would my little summoner like his master next?” it asked and with a sinking feeling, I knew I had no option but to continue to sate his lusts with my body and let it forge me anew exactly as it wished.

“Please...” I whimpered softly, “Just get it done.” I finished as I turned and raised my furry rump up in the air for him.

“Oh no no no, not like this. Maybe a hell hound would take you in such a position, cute as it is, but not I.”. Power flowed out from him then and I saw before me, from the plain concrete floor, a huge slab of stone push upward. It had runes carved all around it, runes that detailed exactly who had made this, what purpose it served and it had my named again and again. The thing that made me whine though, was the large binding cuffs set around the outer edge of it.

With resignation I climbed up to stand a little awkwardly on my new paws and padded over to the stone alter, laying forward on it, presenting my rear to the demon once more.

“Yes, now that is much more like it. Since I have not had to bind you, I give you a minor boon, this will not hurt... much.” it laughed as it paced up behind me.

I felt a paw press down on the small of my back, pinning me to the rock surface, then slowly, almost gently, I felt him press up against my tight rear, and begin to push in.

I whined and whimpered, expecting the member to cause a painful friction, but as the demon promised, it was a smooth sliding entrance he made, and continued to make. “You thought what I had given you before the full extent of my cock? No little kitten, I held myself back for you. But now, with your body more... ready, to receive my full length and girth, prepared by my seed, I will not hold back.”

He drew back slightly, teasingly and began to push forward again, deeper still. Further and further he thrust, before I finally felt his groin press against my tail bone, his huge balls against the insides of my legs.

He pulled back, leaving me gaping inside, an emptiness that craved to be filled. As he drew back further and further I started begging, “Please, please fill me again, I need it all..” I simpered again and again.

The beast obliged.

Grunting with the pressure, I felt my body once again filled by his huge prick, feeling it displace organs, pressing down on everything within my body from the inside. Only to be deprived of it once more.

He didn't go slow, he didn't wait for me to beg him to continue, he just took me at his own pace, and that pace left me gasping.

The wet slapping sounds as his hips met my thighs filled the room, setting a backdrop for my moaning cries and his grunts of exertion. Again and again I felt that monsters driving thrusts, working so much of my inner tract that it felt like he might emerge from my mouth if he went any deeper.

His thrusting began to become ragged, his pace more frantic even as I felt him swell to greater girth, surely about to split me in half. His paws reached down, gripping me by the shoulders and pulling me back hard onto his monstrous rod even as it flared wide and began to deposit its load deep within my body.

I screamed, there was no orgasm for me this time, but the feeling of all that white hot semen within caused an almost exquisite pressure that I couldn't hold back when it reached my voice.

His grunting accompanied his release until he eventually spoke again. “Your body this time I think, it is already accommodating, but it lacks something...” he seemed to ponder for a while, “Ahh yes, scales.”

Starting at his member, still unloading slowly, its seed swelling my insides, I felt the heat burn down and into me again, the power of his, changing me. My insides re-arranged, according to his will and I felt a curious pressure at my rear before my mind substituted, suddenly, 'tail' for the presence of the new feelings.

His paws now rubbed up and down my back. “Mmm, you feel good now, much better than all that skin.” he said, and I couldn't help but sigh in happiness at the feel of his paw running up and down my new hide, stimulating odd feelings as the scales were rubbed.

It was then, my whole body feeling electric, I gripped the slab with one muscled, scaled, talon and turned myself, feeling the huge length of him within twist, ripping a moan from my throat.

I lay on my back now, my thick, lizard like tail exiting down between his legs. Looking down at the creature, feeling lust rising in me again. I braced my paws against the edge of the alter and pushed forward as hard as I could, toppling the beast backwards as he let out a cry of shock.

As I landed on him, now laying on his back, I felt his member snug in deeper, pushed by my landing on his crotch. “Oh ho, what is this, you wish to ride me? Very well, you already have your

beast saddled, but know if the ride is not enjoyable, it will be a breach of contract...” he trailed off ominously but with a grin on his big bull muzzle.

Using the powerful leonine legs, I lifted myself forward and, with a sigh, slid back down again, burying him soundly back within me. I smiled, there were other benefits of this angle.

I continued slowly, working myself up and down him, dragging out his enjoyment as far as I could, knowing that I could at least maintain a little of my humanity if I could take him to dawn without his concluding his pleasure.

I was betrayed by my own body however, well, the new body he was forging for me. Even as I rode him, letting his long cock push back up into my depths, a heat started to build within me, a pleasure, a need.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was rocking harder and faster, building up that pleasure quickly as I felt my insides bloated by his displacing size.

Without warning I felt his big paw reach down and grasp my own member and begin pumping it, by the fourth I was lost, thrusting down and up as fast as I could before I felt my end arrive and my seed sprayed the demons paw, drawing a chuckle from the creature. “You lasted longer than I would have thought, and for that I will not take this as a breach, instead, I will merely move with the times.” he said, and began to shift as he finished his words, lifting me again to my hands and knees and twisting me around again so he had me, even as he denounced earlier, as though I was his bitch.

If I thought his driving thrusts before had been animalistic, I was wrong, he seemed to explode into movement, driving me so hard that I almost toppled with each hard thrust, moaning despite the roughness of it, my body now not only used to his size, but built to enjoy it.

Seeming to take an eternity, his pleasure none the less built, eventually brining him roaring and bellowing above me to spray and seed me once more, and this time, in my current position, I felt my belly swell out slightly with the volume of it.

“And thus, we have your head, I think, due to your current position, a hell hound would be indeed quite poetic.” he said above me. The power of him poured upward, causing me to cry out as it twisted my head and neck, drawing my face forward into a long muzzle full of sharp teeth, my howling cry terminating as the changes finished.

I stayed there a while, braced against his weight, filled with him still, suddenly wondering what the time was.

“You have served me quite well, even as I have serviced you, you have earned your rewards. The power I will grant you will, of course, be the ability to hide what you now, truly, are. You will find a new book over beside that old worn grimoire, with it you will no doubt learn many new tricks for the power you carry. Also, the hundred years is yours, as promised, you will not age one day in that time. And with that-” the demon had dismounted me toward the end of his speech, the feeling of his length drawing from me leaving me whining softly. As his words started to trail off, I could hold back no longer and turned and sprung, knocking the big beast once again to its back, looking down upon it with just one emotion, undisguised, painted across my new muzzle.

Lust.

With a grin I leaned in, engulfing his flaccid length within my throat, coiling the long tongue he had

gifted me with around his shaft, bringing it back to attention in the absolute minimum of time. “Oh my little pup.” was all he said, stretching his spine out backwards, lifting his groin so slightly, pushing a little further into me.

Working my head back and forth, keeping as much contact with his growing, burning pole, I brought a wondrous friction to him, hearing the demon scream in ecstasy. I didn't slow down, I didn't gag around him, I let him grow as much as he liked, filling my neck, pushing further and further into me. I know not how I breathed around him, merely content to exert myself for his pleasure, wanting to feel him empty into me once again.

It took time, but eventually the stimulation had the desired effect and I felt him flare wide, gripping my head and shoving forward hard almost making me gag. Suddenly my stomach felt full, no, past full, overwhelming. Pushing forward my sleek scaled belly bulged greatly.

“Well well well, such a good little pup deserves a reward beyond those promised, I have not felt a release such as that in neigh on an aeon. Very well, with the last giving of seed, I give you two last changes, ones you will come to enjoy greatly.”

His power poured into me, pooling at my back and at my groin. Pulling back from him, feeling the power change me even beyond the creature I was now, I looked down. My penis had changed, at first the leonine changes had corrupted it, made it into an oversized parody of a cats shaft, but now...

It was huge, the like of a horses, even as I looked my clawed limbs were drawn down to it, and when they touched it I fell to my knees in rapture.

“That was one of my gifts, the one you would find the most immediate use for, the other is more... Well lets just say you may eventually enjoy it almost as much.” he said, stalking back to the circle before a small crack of thunder heralded his departure.

Dragging my arms back from my groin reluctantly, I reached around to my back, encountering resistance and feeling that which my brain classified, to my absolute astonishment, as wings.

I stood there a moment, dumbstruck, before I walked back over to the book, seeing the newly bound tomb beside it.

Opening the addition, I read the first page, hand written in that ancient language that now flowed so easily through my mind.

To my little pup

I hope you like your presents, I am sure in the next hundred years you will find many uses and applications for both.

Don't be a stranger, call me any time you need something, even if its just to fill time.

It was signed with his name, completely unprintable without the ability to write in that old tongue.

I stood there and said thoughtfully, “Hrmm, wonder if I he will be doing anything tomorrow night...”, and grinned, folding the book closed under my arm.

Spreading the Word

I scratched my arm, the need was coming back, I had felt it for an hour now, I was shit out of money and needed a score badly, but I stilled myself, if I moved I wouldn't be able to catch anyone.

A shadow passed the end of the alley way and paused, angling down my direction, I gripped the knife tighter in readiness.

This wasn't the first time I would shake someone down for the money for a hit, and if my life continued like this, it wouldn't be the last.

The stranger walked past me, not even twitching as I stood and moved quickly behind them.

“Gimme your fucking wallet or I cut you!” I said, not having to reach as hard for 'the voice' any more, the need burning in my head and veins supplying all the roughness and incentive it needed to pour from my anger.

Quickly he turned, too quickly for me to follow. Suddenly the knife was out of my hand and in his as another of his hands reached out and gripped my throat. Leaning in close to me, but just to the side of my face he whispered, softly, “It hurts doesn't it? You need your fix badly? Do a job for me, one night, and I will give you enough cash to have your mind buried in white powder for a week. Keep working and you will be set for life.”.

The voice was full of promise, offering what I dearly wanted. My lips dry I managed, “One nights work? What I gotta do?”.

“Oh, nothing too hard, I am sure. Lets just say, that if after tonight you don't like the job, you can quit, no questions asked and you get your full payment.” his voice was like honey.

The burning in my arms, like insects under the skin, forcing me to agree, after all if I didn't who knows when the next person might come along with a full wallet. “Yeah, ok.” I said, the dryness spreading down my throat now.

He led me to his car, looked really expensive, “That a beamer?” I asked, trying to make some conversation, anything to get my mind off the need.

He laughed, “Oh no, I wouldn't be caught dead driving one of those. Hop in the back, there's a mini bar in there, help yourself.”. He went around to the drivers side and climbed in. The last moment I had to back out, I thought, 'just run, you can always find a dealer with a hard-on who will give you a line for a little help', but that was an if not a job in my lap, as this was. I opened the door and climbed in.

Leather, lots of leather, the inside of the car was amazing. I saw the mini bar set into the rear middle seat, ran my hand over the door and opened it, lifting out an unmarked bottle of brown-gold liquid. Lifting the lid I smelled it, scotch, my hands moved in a blur, grabbing a glass pouring and lifting the heady drink to my lips in one fluid move. Strong, hot, good... it flowed down my parched throat, spreading warmth to every part of me.

“You like the forty three? It was a good year in Scotland.” his voice came from the front.

My mind, freed slightly from the screaming need by the whiskey, did some maths. “This is over

sixty years old?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“Of course, as I said, it was a very good year.” he repeated, and his confirmation prompted me to carefully put the bottle back. If this guy had the sort of money to stock his cars mini bar with thousands of dollars of alcohol, I dreaded to think how much this job would mean to him.

My mind soothed partially, I noticed an odd twanging scent to the air, I couldn't place it, but it was there, and without a fuddled mind, I could sense it. I took another sip from the glass, and the repeat performance left me sighing in contentment, this stuff was good with a capitol G.

It felt like no time at all before he pulled the car into a driveway and approached a reasonably normal looking house and drove into the opening garage.

I was about to climb out when I noticed the man caressing the steering while softly, the whole front of the thing looked amazing, “What, what kind of car is this?” I stammered a little.

He chuckled a little, “Tell you what, if you work hard enough, in a years time I will let you drive my Bently ok?” he said offhanded.

Assuming that to be the brand, one I had never heard before, I nodded and climbed out.

“Left door, the work I have for you is downstairs.” He said. I was suddenly worried, people this rich didn't just 'hire' scum like me for no reason. We were nobodies, we could be disposed of without people going looking for us.

I don't know why, I preceded down the stairs into the dim room, lit only by the light from the garage behind me.

Suddenly the whole room lit up in light, “There you are, just go over and wait on a seat, this shouldn't take long to get started.” the man said from behind me, even as my mind registered the slight 'click' of a lock being set. I began to feel a little more fear.

The room had a concrete floor and was sparse, except for a large slab or stone or rock at the far end sporting cuffs and restraints around the edge. “What do I have to do?” I asked, if he responded I didn't hear, my whole awareness was stolen suddenly, I was staring, jaw open, at the large precisely drawn pentagram circle on the floor, candles set at the junctures of the lines.

The man caught my attention as he clicked his fingers loudly and I saw with a start the candles flare to life.

Backing away from him mouth open, unable to scream for the fear it might draw his attention, I heard him start to chant.

The words sounded odd, yet they slowly flowed together, seeming to echo slightly, impossibly, harmonising with themselves.

Louder and louder he grew, I could feel a shimmering in the air getting hotter, stronger, when all of a sudden a thunder crack sounded and It was there.

Standing easily six and a half feet tall, the demon, and that's what something very core to my being identified it as, consisted of a mix match of animal parts. The head of a bull, body of a dog and the legs of a goat, it stood menacing, imposing its darkness on everything in the room.

“My little pup.” it began, “You have called me back, and I see you have been improving your skills, these runes could almost hold me.”. It laughed then, a burning dull chuckle. You could almost imagine it making the same sound as it tore something apart.

“What is it this time? More power? Further forbidden knowledge?” It queried, all seriousness again.

“Great master, I begged you here tonight to consecrate a new disciple, the first I have found who may be useful to us.” with a rising terror, I realised he was referring to me.

The demon looked down at him, disdain evident in its look. “You bring me a drug addled boy who can't think straight enough to know when to run from you? Is this a sick joke my little pup?” he bellowed down at the man, and I suddenly saw the clothing on the man fade into a mist, along with his human features. There, cowering before the demon, was another mismatch of beasts, a lions legs supported the body of some kind of lizard topped by the head of a wolf, but its fur was fiery red and led in a huge mane down the things back halting just before a large pair of leathery wings that were fanned out behind him now, shaking, just above a long lizard tail. The once-man didn't radiate the same malevolence as the beast from the Pit did however.

“Master!” he simpered, “Look closer, he bears the power, the first I have found in over a year, surely something can be done about the body and mind as long as the power burns?”.

The demon fell back, a thoughtful look passing over it, “True my pup, true. Very well, he will be sacrifice tonight. But beware, if he fails his duties, it will be up to you to finish the job my pet.” it spoke, and the man-creature practically whined just outside the pentagram, abasing itself repeatedly.

“Half a night great one, half a night for fifty years on its life and the power to hide itself. No lasting harm to either of us. That is all I ask.” the man said, in charge of his faculties once more.

The demon didn't speak, simply wove what I can only describe as raw power into the air, writhing and twisting, before it cut its paw and let a few drops of its dark dark blood spin into the writhing mass, staining it. The man mirrored the gesture.

It looked up at him then turned briefly to glance at me, before uttering, “Done then, sealed by our blood, we are both committed. As is your sacrifice.”.

The coalesced power disappeared and without ceremony the demon strode out of the circle, straight toward me.

“Please no, I beg...” I whimpered as the thing came close, reached down and gripped my by the back of my neck.

“You may beg all you wish, but if what you beg is not something I am prepared to give, save your breath, mortal.” it snarled, lowering its arm and dragging me toward the alter.

It lifted me up and held me over the stone, attaching the restraints that held me, arms down and slightly bent, legs straddling the stone, body slightly raised from the top. I had a sudden realisation that it wasn't here to spill my blood, it was here for something more carnal.

Releasing my neck and letting me slump into the restraints, it then gripped my clothes at the neck and tore backwards, ripping my shirt and sweatshirt from me in one tear. Going back to my waist it repeated the action for my pants, leaving me mostly naked, shreds of clothing around my arms and

at the ankles the only remnants of what I was wearing.

It pressed its maleness against my puckered, tight, rear. Pausing before what I knew was coming, it leaned forward and spoke, “Little pet, I smell fear for your life, I smell the drugs path in your body, but one thing I don't smell is the tang of one who fears what you no doubt know is to come, do you then know what this touch would mean? What would happen if I pushed forward now, without dampening down either of us first?”.

I gasped, I knew all too well, some men found pleasure in such things, these men sometimes sold drugs, sometimes offered them for trade.

“Please.” I said, “Please don't do it dry. Anything, I will do anything...” I whimpered, trailing away.

Its touch left my rear and I heard its clopping feet come around to the front of the alter. I opened eyes I hadn't realised I was screwing shut and looked up. It was huge, easily a foot long, tapered down to a point but for the most part, fat and very wide.

I looked up further, saw the big bull features looking down at me, “Go on then, if you would have it without pain I offer you the chance for such relief”. I looked back at the huge rod and slowly leant forward in the restraints and opened my mouth around it.

Hot, so hot, but dry. I worked at making more saliva and worked my tongue over the length within my mouth. I felt the heat slowly seeping into me and, with that warmth, found myself starting to enjoy the task. The demon, for his part, seemed appreciative, grunting happily above me.

Deeper and deeper I worked it in my mouth, but it was just too large to be able to work it into my throat. It was nice and wet, well lubricated with my saliva and its own pre-come when the beast pulled it from my maw.

“This should do. You have done well little pet.” it rumbled in satisfaction, and with a shock I realised I felt proud to hear that note in its voice.

The pressure started at my rear again, I knew the size of the thing it wanted to put in me, I knew the beast that was doing the wanting, but for all my reservations I couldn't stop myself from needing to be filled by it right then and there. I leaned backwards, as far as the bindings would allow, even as it pushed forward, spreading my tail hole wide and eliciting first gasps of surprise followed by sighs of fulfilment as it probed deeper and deeper.

Before I could feel its hips meet my rear I felt the presence within move out, sliding backwards and leaving an emptiness behind. I whined softly, needing it back in me, more, I realised, than I had ever needed that damned drug in my veins.

Gently but firmly it began its descent again, pushing past the point it had first reached, diving further and further, making me cry out again and again, sure each time that it had reached the end of my passages, but each time it kept going until I eventually felt its balls press against my legs, its crotch resting against the skin around my flared anus.

I felt its paws then, gripping my hips as it pulled back, eliciting more sounds of aching need from me, only to be reversed and fill me again. Back and forth it worked, its pace a constant fluid action, never ceasing movement, even at the apex of each stroke.

I whined after what felt like hours of this, my body craving stimulation itself, but deep down,

somewhere within me, I knew it was not my place. This was for my Masters enjoyment, and his alone.

Wrapped in a warmth I though would cause me to explode, the pleasure within derived not from any stimulation of my own aching member, but from the knowledge that my Master was having his own needs filled, and further filled by me.

I was aching, my whole body alight with heat when I felt the beasts member start to swell larger, bringing further urgency to my cries.

Suddenly he dug his claws into my flanks sharply, piercing the skin and pulled back on me hard, forcing all of himself into me as he swelled further and I felt a pressure start to build within.

Grunting with effort, his seed still spilling into my passage, the beast spoke, “A good pet, I think with this one mating though, you will be complete as my pet's pet, his own little puppy.”. Power flowed down him, pouring along his rigid shaft, still spouting juices within me, pouring down into my body and into every molecule of me.

He then, without any warning, pulled backward completely free of me, and I felt a wetness splatter my back. It felt wet for a fraction of a second then it felt like fire, burning into my skin and deeper, I screamed myself horse as it burnt me as I had never been burnt before, and then, with my body twitching, changed, I felt the burn turn to pleasure.

A pressure on my back, the masters paw, it stroked down and down, eventually touching the place where his seed had sprayed and the burning pleasure turned explosive and I felt an orgasm pour through me, voiding the contents of my own balls all over the alter.

Left panting, whining, whimpering, I realised there was something in front of me, between my eyes. Dark red fur came into focus as I almost went cross eyed to see my new muzzle. The words of the beast from earlier rang true in my mind, I was now a beast myself.

Panting, struggling against my new nature, I could do nothing but watch as the demon as it walked over to the man-beast, “Your new pet has slaked my need once, but the deal was half a night, it is not yet close to that hour. Your forfeiture is required.” it told him.

I watched then, as the man lowered himself, licking at his wolfish jaws and wrapped his lips around the demons erect pole. Feeling myself grow hard at the sight of them, rutting, I found my mouth watering, aching to have myself filled, either way.

Deeper and deeper I saw the monster thrust into his maw, I could see the bulge in his throat as it worked its way down him and as I watched I saw the demon grip him by the mane and roar its lust, the power that radiated from the release making me ache for stimulation, rock hard and ready.

“Very well my pup, you have your pet, powers and life as promised. Make sure you bring me a better sacrifice next time, maybe a few at a time. Yes, that would do nicely.” it said, turning its back on my new Master, its seed still trailing from his mouth and along the floor as it walked back to the circle before vanishing with another crack of thunder.

“Well.” the man said with a sigh, finally recovered enough from his servicing the demon, “You have pleased my Master and me too pet, lets get you... what's wrong?” he asked, genuine concern evident in his voice.

“Please.” I said, straining to put what I wanted into that one word.

“Oh my pet, he did nothing for you then?” he said, and I sighed with relief, he understood.

Coming up behind me, positioning his own member at my rear he eased into the well lubricated channel, grunting and pushing deep. “Ugh, thank you, ugh, Master.” I said when I could, the feeling of him within me growing, swelling, pushing deeper almost overwhelming, my need almost fulfilled.

Suddenly, without warning, I felt a clawed hand wrap tightly around my own straining rod. I whined loudly as he began pumping back and forth at me, even while he thrust in and out. The whole world stopped and it was just him within me, surrounding me and me with so much pleasure suddenly releasing.

I felt him painting my insides even as I unloaded a second time onto the alter, surcease from my bodies needs and, to my amazement, the need for that damn drug now evident, I thought clearly for what was the first time in years.

“My Master, thank you.” I said, my heart pouring into the words.

After a few more moments he pulled from me and reached around, unlocking the restraints.

“Come my pet, we have your training to see to. You will not be merely a toy, you have the power, you will learn, you will grow.” he said, turning and walking up the stairs that didn't lead to the garage.

I padded after him, somehow knowing I could walk easily on either all fours or upright, feeling the power within me, like my master, to be able to hide my real form with illusion. I panted, “Yes Master” and continued padding behind him.

Pride of the Neighbourhood

I got changed that afternoon into a tight pair of denim shorts that hid so very little, opting for a bikini top that, while it hid somewhat more, showed off a whole swathe, and with a laugh and a six pack of beer headed out to tend my lawn.

My house was set back a long way from the road in a small suburb, it was quiet, but only by day.

Starting the rusty old mower I opened a beer and began pushing the grunting, screaming machine around my lawn. It was a hot summers day and all too soon I was into my third and about half done with the lawn.

I decided to take a break and sat on the edge of my porch, still in the sun but taking long pulls of my beer.

Yeah, only by day. At night this little 'patch of heaven' became my own personal game of checkers. I thought suddenly of Mr Howard and his family behind me. He was a well paid accountant who, according to his wife, kept coming home late because of the extra work he did, his wife didn't know he slunk down two houses to the single mother of three, Ms Stotts. He however most certainly didn't know that I would climb his back fence and, with the help of Ms Stotts eldest daughter, a bit of a prodigy of mine, make sure that Mrs Howard never felt lonely.

And that was Thursdays...

Grinning, taking a swig, rubbing my crotch a bit, was when it hit my leg.

A single piece of paper blew against my calf muscle and almost seemed stuck there by static. Picking it off my limb and jumping up to sit in the shade, I read it.

Always thought there was a little more to life?

THERE IS.

Call ####-###-###-####

To order your copy of a book that will change your life!

Intrigued I reached into the pocket of my shorts for my mobile. After a few seconds of ringing someone answered, “Address please.” the voice asked with a slight growling tone to it, but none the less I felt almost compelled and complied with the request.

It was later that evening, having finished my lawn, and Mr Hastings from three doors down, I thought it odd they didn't ask for money.

Two week later I got a call from the post office telling me a parcel had arrived at my home and I had to pick it up because no one was there to sign for it.

On my way home from work I swung by and grabbed it, opening it in the car I was so intrigued.

“New age grimoire.” I read the title. I flipped it open and a handwritten note fell out with instructions on it about where to start, what to try.

With a giggle I realised it was some sort of satanic ritual thing, sounded like fun.

I got home and checked off the list of thing, candles, salt, chalk... heck I had all this stuff laying around, I could give it a spin tonight!

Waiting till after dark, as the instructions said, I drew the circle and pattern on my back gazebo, and quite well I must say, my skills as an architect paying off.

Circle complete and candles burning on the warm summers night I decided I would do this nude, as I believed all good satanic rituals should be. Besides, the neighbours might see me, I thought with a grin.

Standing naked and proud, I began reading the phonetic-spelt line. I started saying it, over and over. I began to feel a little silly when something in the words 'clicked' and I felt a pulling out from me, flowing with the words as I spoke them. Almost startled at this but feeling daring, I continued, feeling more and more of me drawn out until with a thunderclap, a large dark being appeared in the circle.

“Ahh, the fliers are starting to work, he is such a good pet.” the... thing, in front of me said.

It stood huge, hulking, the legs of a goat, the body of a wolf or dog and the head of a bull, complete with a huge ring through the nostrils.

“Female? I have never before in my existence seen a female with the power...” it seemed speechless for a moment but soon regained its composure, “None the less, it seems so, and one who can at least follow directions. Miss I must say your skills with chalk are superb.” I blushed a bit at the words, not sure why, but praise from this thing made me feel a little warmer.

“Thank.. uh thank you great one.” I said a little shakily, trying to read from the book to find out what I was supposed to do next.

“Miss, why don't you just put the book down and I will lead you through the usual summoning procedure?” it said and I nodded mutely at it, “Very good, now normally, the first thing to establish would be what you bring in tithe to me, however I can see you are quite alone so under the circumstances it must of course be you.” wait, tithe? What did it mean?

Seeming to read my mind it continued, “A tithe or, sacrifice, as the old words call it, is merely your bargaining chip in a barter for power, knowledge and a bit of fun on my part. Usually, once the sacrifice is chosen you would make the first offer for what you want against what you are willing to let me do. You may begin this...” it said and I was at a loss.

I looked down to the book at my feet, wanting to pick it up, needing to, I was so out of my depth here. What should I ask for?

“A hint, and it will cost you a little later for me to say this, but I would highly recommend asking for your life to be extended, with no change to your age of course, as well as knowledge to extend your dark arts.” it said smoothly.

“Uh, yeah, ok...” I said, “Um, five hundred years of extra life, knowledge to make me the greatest in the world and, oh yeah, not to age for that time.” I said, pulling the wording, figuratively, out of my arse.

“Oh that is a nice one, how about twenty years of extra life, age locked of course, and I can give you at least the same book I gave to my first acolyte. For your part... half the remainder of the evening.” it replied.

Realising of course I may have been a little high with my first demand, I replied, “A hundred years of age locked life and I want more knowledge than your first acolyte. For half the night.” I said.

“Your getting the hang of this pretty quickly.” said the demon. “None the less, fifty years age locked, as much knowledge as your mind can soak up but I will need the whole night for such a deed.”

I froze, it was a very 'deer in headlights' moment, “What exactly can you do to me during that time?” I asked it.

“Smart girl, very smart, I would have been free to do anything, including torture you to within an inch of your life, very well. Fourty years of life, age locked. As much knowledge as you can take for half the night and I will do no physical harm to you.” it answered.

I thought about it, all the things it could do. I looked down a bit and saw its member, pushing loose from its dog-like sheath. My pulse quickened, “Ok, as you spoke it, sounds reasonable.”

As soon as it smiled I realised I had fucked something up, but not yet sure quite what. “Excellent, now I will make the contract and we can get started.” it said just before a massive pouring of heat and raw power flowed from it, searing the very air between us.

Hovering there was a transparent mass of words that with a start I realised I could read. The demon cut its paw and leaked blood, dark blood, that leapt at the words, filling them in darkly. “You must do the same my dear, add blood to the contract.” it said. Leaning down I picked up the knife the instructions had said I would need and sliced my finger, watching the redness swell and drip from it, curling in a gravity defying arc up and into the contract.

“Done then.” the demon said as the contract evaporated. “I must say, you are the first summoner I have ever met who would bring me into being in the open air for anyone to see what we will be doing. Also, because you have offered yourself up to me I am honour bound to grant you a boon, in addition to the ones stipulated. This will be an extra power I will grant at the end of the contracted period. Now...” it stepped out of the ring of salt and toward me.

Its member grew and I realised what would be the best way to keep it busy for half the night. With a grin I knelt down in front of the thing and ran my tongue from the furry base of its sheath right up to its dark, leaking, tip.

It said nothing, just grunted, so I continued.

Leaning forward and, to my surprise, starting to warm to my task, I started applying more and more licks to its exposed surface even as my hands cupped and massaged its huge balls hanging just below.

Bringing it into my mouth for the first time I was almost knocked back by the heat it radiated, it wasn't burning hot, but it was just below uncomfortable. Of course its hot, its from hell you idiot, I thought, continuing none the less.

Working my lips down over as much of it as I could I felt myself growing used to the heat, almost like my own temperature was rising to match it, and with a sigh I began working it as deep into my mouth as I could.

Rocking my head back and forth, tongue trailing down and around the long tapered rod, I felt it start to swell further.

“You are quite good at this, the best I have found in a long time. Yes, you will be a special one...” it sighed, gripping at my hair to control my movements.

I relaxed my neck muscles, letting the creature use me as it pleased, working my unresisting head up and down his shaft, faster and faster until with a choking gasp I felt him swell further again and begin to spray seed down into my throat.

I worked to swallow, and I must say with the practice I have had, I didn't spill a drop.

Gasping around him but still unable to pull back due to his hold I heard him say, “As my seed fills you, so shall you become more. Take my first gift, I think something soft, agreeable but aggressive at the same time... ahh a skunk.” as it spoke the last word I felt a heat pass down its length in my mouth, burning into my belly and further down, working at my groin and lower. My legs gave way and I would have toppled had he not been holding me up. I felt a pressure at my rear and realised I had gotten, as the creature stated, the lower body of a large skunk. Reaching down to feel my new, soft fur I felt something odd at my groin, there, just above my feminine slit was a sheath, hanging heavily, separated from my folds by a pair of hanging testicles.

I gasped as just then the demon released me to walk away, and let me drop to my new limbs.

“Over here, NOW pet.” it said, demanding my obedience, and with a soft sight I rose and walked over to it.

A tearing sound from deep within the ground sounded and out of my perfect rear lawn a low stone dais appeared.

It was ringed around its edge with that same scrawling script as the contract. Words flared out at me, my name, sexual descriptions... I was inflamed and hot just from looking at it. I knew exactly what he wanted from me and with a spring in my step that was only partly from the new muscles in my legs I padded over and lay down on my back, bringing those new legs up and holding them just before my shoulders with one arm, working fingers down into my folds with the other.

“Well, aren't you just the most obliging little thing, very well, I will make sure you enjoy this for such an act of wantonness.” it said, swaggering over to me.

I looked down to see him position himself behind me and with a smile I leaned back and looked up into the star-lit sky.

The feel of him, pausing not one second to let me adjust myself, as he pushed into my rear passage made me cry out both startled and, due to the previous lubrication and the juices pouring down from my female cavern, needy.

He drew back after a short way only to thrust back, deeper. Again and again he worked, as I felt my insides shift around to accommodate him, driving ever deeper until I swore I could feel him moving behind my breasts.

“Yes, very wanton.” he commented and I felt myself warm at the compliment and, lowering my legs down to grip the edge of the alter, began to push myself back against him on every return thrust.

My own rod, erect now for the first time, ached and dimly in my mind I realised that the wording of the contract hadn't forbidden me from getting off, something that seemed odd to me to think about, but with a happy moan I wrapped one hand around my long red length and began pumping.

Timed with his thrusts my hand was a blur of motion and I felt myself rising that wonderful wave of heat and pleasure quickly.

Suddenly the big demons paws came down and gripped my sides, claws digging into flesh as he drove harder and harder, flaring wide inside, only to bellow loudly and explode within me.

The feeling of fullness, of having every last drop of him burn my back passage and not leak out caused me to whimper and moan through my own orgasm, spraying my seed all over my chest, some even landing on my chin, which I licked up eagerly.

“And so, with this gift of seed, you have the form of a lion, a most virile of creatures!” it said with a flourish. Again, with the animal named, the heat and power burnt into my muscles, twisting me from the hips upward, I cried out again and again, still impaled on the demons length, unable to gain relief from the pressure within that was changing me.

The waves of change passed, ceased and I was left floating. “Ah, perfection.” the demon said softly, clearly happy with its work. “Alas my dear, the middle of the evening has come and I have only just been done with you. You have your years of life, you have as much knowledge as you can take. You will also have some other gifts, a time such as this shall be remembered for the rest of this ones long existence.” very gently that big bulls mouth came down, kissed me softly on my new leonine muzzle and walked off, whistling a bright, happy tune.

I lay there I don't know how long, his seed slowly draining from my rear.

Things felt very different now, I could smell so much. All my conquests around me, their needs starting to pull at me, causing me to roll off the side of the alter to all fours, and lift my nose to the air.

Absently one of my paws ran down my body, taking stock.

My lovely breasts were gone, reduced to a broad, muscle packed chest, fur covered and feeling just 'right'. Further down the skunks rod had changed, it was still erect, the need I smelt in the air making it grow heavy, and although it felt similar to how it had before the lion change, I could feel sharp pricks against my pad as I ran my paw down its bone reinforced length.

Down further I felt my large balls, hanging heavy and ready. Below that... nothing.

Sighing, I didn't feel too much loss, the demon had given me so much, a little loss could be expected.

“Mary are you there?” a young feminine voice called as it had just vaulted over my rear fence.

It was Felicity Stotts, nineteen years of perfect female, and I felt something within me growl, “Mine!”

Leaping I landed just beside her and knocked her backwards, a power the demon hinted at reached out from me then, instinctively, driving the girl into a heated need to match my own.

Pushing her down again, I ripped away at her clothes with my claws, baring as much of her as I could as quickly as I could.

I worked my tongue into her, around her, making her cry out over and over. I worked again and again, smothering her juices downwards, around her tight puckered rear.

Growling with need I nuzzled her around until she got the idea and braced on her hands and knees.

Mounting her quickly, I thrust home in her tight bung hole, feeling the moisture I had added sooth the depths even as my spines inflamed them again.

Rutting hard, my jaws wrapped around her neck, I took her again and again, never once letting up, using her tight rear until she just lay there whimpering in the need my power brought forth in her.

At last, light breaking softly on the horizon, I lifted clear of the girl and staggered back to my house.

What had the demon done to me? I couldn't even think straight I had been so horny.

Opening the back door I noticed the books, dozens of them, all over the floor of my kitchen.

Purring softly I began collecting them and stacking them. I would need some new bookshelves.

New Employment Opportunities

I was out jogging, another day of trying to find work behind me, I was almost to the end of the street and ready to turn back when movement in the corner of my eye drew my attention.

As my head turned to look at what resembled a large dog that appeared to be on fire, I felt darkness close around me even as my legs faltered.

Waking slowly, looking around I appeared to be inside a huge room that smelt of earth. It was as I turned my head though that I noticed a weight at my neck, reaching up I felt a thick metal collar with a chain attached.

Taking in more detail, I noticed there were others like me, chained to a ring on the wall. Further out in the room I saw a bunch of what I can only describe as beasts arguing around a very ordinary looking man.

“The master won't like this, he will want to take them.” one, a big male half skunk half lion said.

The boss, or what I assumed to be the boss due to its immense wings, growled, “We have all these sacrifices for him, it will have to do, we can't have this one changed, its just too risky.”

“On your head then.” the half lion said, turning to what looked like a huge intricate marked circle with a pentagram around it.

They all turned then, positioning themselves around the circle, and began chanting.

After a while their chants grew louder and more insistent before all of a sudden a clap of thunder sounded and a demon appeared in the circle, I am not sure how I knew it was it just felt true, broadcasting malevolence and displeasure at his summoning.

“Ahh, all my strong pets together, a strong chant, well drawn circle... its good to have such devoted children. What is it you wish of your master this night?” It asked from its huge bull head.

“Master, we ask for fifty years of life unchanged, but not for us, for this new disciple.” the winged creature said to the monster, bowing low and gesturing to the human.

The demon smiled broadly, “For such a trivial request I would ask no more than half a night with them.”

I saw the beasts around the circle all glare at their boss now, he raised his voice, “Master, that can not be, we need this one to remain human to travel to other continents and be our voice in spreading your word. He would not be able to do this if he was a beast.”

The demon seemed to swell, rage and anger boiling from it before all of a sudden it stopped and asked, “What then, little pup, would you trade me instead of this ones purity?”

“We have collected a group of humans, new chattel for your own pleasure.” with a start I saw the boss gesture at where we were chained up.

Piercing eyes turned our way, the demon appraising our worth, “Very well, you have your contract.” it said and as I watched, it cut itself, the blood pouring into twisted runes that floated in the air, the

human walked up and repeated the procedure.

“It is done and agreed, you have your years weak little pet, spend them well before you enter my pit.” it stated, chortling at the rhyme.

Stepping from the circle, apparently freed at the conclusion of its contract negotiation, it paced toward us.

We all pulled back as far as the chains would let us, trying to avoid the monsters touch, it grabbed blindly at a chain, breaking it from the ring and pulling the attached person, a blond guy, along with it.

Unceremoniously it grabbed him by the head and plunged its now erect, dog like member into his mouth. I sat stunned by the event, watching as the man tried in vain to pull away from the violent fucking the beast was giving his face. It grunted and snarled, taking its pleasure wildly from the man, not caring for his thoughts on the matter one bit.

Within moments it began to push even more violently into him and I watched as it began to release into his mouth and throat, its seed pouring into him and out of him, down his chin to drip onto his clothes.

I saw as the seed began to burn through his clothes even as the beast said, “With my seed I will make you anew, with no powers you shall be but a dog for my pups, little more than an animal.” as it said 'dog' the man began whimpering and we all watched in horror as his body twisted, ripping his clothes, as he became a slightly larger than normal German Shepherd dog.

The winged creature stalked up then, taking the chain, still attached to the collar around the poor dogs neck, to drag it away.

There were three of us left now, and as I watched I saw the demon stalk back toward us, about to reach out for another chain.

Realisation hit home then, it wasn't going to stop, it was going to take us all, one at a time, and do whatever it wished with us. I made a choice then, if I was going to go down that path, I would do it my own way, not grovelling at its feet.

Stepping forward, chain in my hand, I reached out and handed it the length of metal, “I'll be next.” I said, not quite believing my own voice.

“Oh, a worm that has a backbone, this I must applaud.” it took the chain and snapped it from the wall, letting the links drop from its big paw.

Head held up, I paced over to the rock dais to the side, stripped out of my running shorts and bent myself forward over the stone.

“A willing sacrifice, my little one you display so much courage I am tempted to make something of you...” it said, and I felt the slight vibrations through the ground as its goat-like legs brought it up behind me.

It rubbed itself against my exposed rear, I could feel the hot seed still present from its last release smear around my entrance, setting the nerves on fire. I held my breath the moment it began to push, relentlessly, into me, but could not hold back the cry as it delved deeper and deeper.

Pausing, it leaned forward, close to my back, “Yes little pet, ask me, no, beg me to take you.” I felt its breath, hot and heavy on my neck.

Feeling its heat within my passage, swelling me in ways my body had never felt before I opened my mouth, “Please, please don't stop. Fill me...” I said, need and desire tainting my words, the heat inside me spreading into my body, making me want this more than I could want my next breath.

“Good pet, very good. I will be kind.” it said, leaning back, leaving me aching and needing its swelling, its heat, back inside me.

“Fill me, please...” I said again, achingly.

It laughed and drove into me, driving breath and thought from me as I pushed back into its hard thrust, wanting as much of it within me as I could.

Again and again it drew back, leaving me whining and whimpering for its return, only to have myself silenced as it did so, brining more of the heated fire into my depths.

I felt the beast start to become erratic with its movements, still thrusting deeply but not pulling back anywhere near as far, it leaned forward over me again, “You have been a good pet, good indeed. A reward you shall receive.”

I cried out in awe as I felt it thrust deep one more time only to flare its member wide as a feeling of fullness poured into me, its seed fired deep into my body, burning every nerve with pleasure.

“With this gift of my seed, you, little pet, will change. I have never taken a non summoner in this way, I have no notion of how to give you power, the only outlet left for my thanks is to make you an avatar of myself. We shall be linked, no matter our locations, you will be my will on this plane.” with that my body caught fire.

Swelling and burning, my muscles gave like tallow to the heat that moulded me anew, bringing fur to my hide and reshaping my bones. I felt my body grow, gaining several times my old weight in muscle mass, adjusting me to a new, four legged posture, I panted as the last parts of the ritual were done.

“My pet your body is wrought, but our minds still need to be sealed, do you think you cou-” he began, but I silenced him, turning and pouncing on him, knocking him down and wrapping my muzzle around his huge length, not quite so huge now due to my new size. “Ahh, pet.” was all he managed around his lust.

Working my tongue around him, his tip pushing into the back of my throat, I began bobbing my head back and forth, building friction. Going faster and faster I felt him pass further and further into my neck, his impossibly long member driving deeper with each moment.

I built a growl, letting the sound vibrate my throat and neck, adding more sensation to the tight hugging passage, “By the Dark Lord my pet, don't stop.” I took his words for the command it was and redoubled my effort, feeling him begin to swell further before, gripping my mane of fur in his claws he pulled me down onto him, my chin pressed tight against his huge balls.

His hot jets of semen sprayed down my neck, completely unable to resist his load being pumped into me now even if I wanted to. He intoned, “As my seed enters this vessel, it will become my

familiar on this plane.” I felt his mind touch mine, it was dark, malevolent, full of all the things he wanted to do to everything that moved in this reality and all the things he would do to the rest until they moved.

I lost control then and sprayed my own seed, involuntarily onto the ground, my body contracting around the orgasm even as my mind felt his presence slide a collar around me conciousness, deep within my mind.

And at that moment, I stretched out my imagined neck, and welcomed his domination with every fibre of my being.

Slowly I backed up from him, letting his long meat pour from my mouth. I lay down on the ground, eyes raised to him, feeling his amusement at my act of submission, needless as it was now, with the amount of control he could exert over me. “Amazing little pet, you have shown me just what a mortal may be capable of, regardless of their power. Come, share with me this nights bounty!”

With a grin I raised back up and stalked to the remaining two humans chained to the wall. I waited for my master to chose his, then gripped the chain of the other with my teeth and cut right through it. “Two choices.” I said, “One will be pain the other merely discomfort, chose.”

I stood there and watched as the human realised their predicament and slowly began slide under me to tentatively touch and lick at my aching rod.

Sighing as they engulfed it with their mouth I restrained myself from thrusting into them, letting them do what they will and, feeling their body warm to a similar temperature as my own now was, I felt them increase their efforts.

The need I felt cutting through me was eclipsed by the needs of my Master and, despite my offering of the choice to the human, I found myself caught up and needing more.

Pulling back from them I growled low, “On your knees, slave.” I said.

To my satisfaction, they did, removing their pants in the process. Pacing over the top of them, my belly fur pressing down into their back, I pushed forward, again and again, missing my mark each time. I was about to growl when the human reached his hand back and gripped my length, guiding its well lubricated tip to his entrance.

With a sigh I leaned forward, felt their tight clutching rear embrace my tool, wrapping it in warmth once more. As I began thrusting though the man kept moving around, unable to brace against my strength. I reached down with my mouth and closed my teeth around his neck, rumbling a warm reassurance to him as I began humping forward again into the now secured body underneath me.

His cries and the cries of the other male my master had were music, they were cries of need, cries of pleasure, their bodies tainted by our heat, made to need us more than they needed to live.

Nearing my release I felt myself begin to swell further within the man, his encouraging moans bringing me to my peak as I howled and growled fiercely, filling him with my seed, feeling a second pleasure as my master had his own needs ultimately fulfilled.

“With mine and my avatars seed, I do make you both anew, pets for my pets you shall be, no more than dogs.” my master said and with the final word I felt a power flow through me, his power.

The man below and around me cried out, twisting and changing, I drew back and free of him as he finished the change to nothing more than another dog.

Similarly relieved my master came over to me, picking up the chain to my collar. “My pup, my greatest creation, this chain is mine and mine alone to hold, you will wear a collar, but know you answer to none save me. Keep my concerns safe here pet.” he told me, snapping the chain off from my collar and dragging it behind him as he walked back to the circle and disappeared.

“Well then, a new minion for the order!” the winged summoner proclaimed looking at me with calculating eyes.

I leapt, landing on top of him, teeth at his throat, gripping tightly, growling low.

Drawing back after a moment, “I am not your or any other mortals minion. I am His and He is the only one who has claim to my leash.” I glared around the circle of mortals.

A hellhound, the pet of this one in my claws, a gift to him by my Master.

Various other, lesser, creatures, looks of shock on their muzzles at what I was doing.

Only one looked on with a smile, half cat half skunk, my master advised me, deep within my thoughts, 'he was a most wondrous find, composed of every single virtue I myself embody, he would be a good pet for your to foster my shining one.'

Walking casually off the winged summoner, I paced over to the one my master had pointed out, “You, we are leaving here, these wretches will find my Lords disapproval of their treatment of me a harsh lesson to learn. Come!” I ordered and made for the entrance.

Laughing the half skunk half lion paced after me, unable to keep a moment of its mirth in check. I liked this one.

Judging a Book

“And so I would like to hire you Doctor Frizard, I have a large private library of tomes and need them put in order and categorised.” the woman in front of me said. She was dressed in a smart business suit that spoke of money and power, but her voice, everything about her, didn't fit. I would say I smelt a rat, but it wasn't rodentine, it was more muskalid. Perhaps she was just eccentric enough to have a pet skunk, that would certainly fit a rich grown-up-kid who just doesn't know where to spend the money they have.

“You do understand I am more than just a librarian Ms Howarth, if all you want is your books arranged I could suggest some of my students but-” I was saying just as she cut in.

“With all due respect to your students, I need more than a librarian, I need someone who will cross reference these things. Most of these are the only copies of the books left in the world, it would be a shame to have them sit in musty boxes for the rest of their days. And please, call me Mary” she said.

“Well, Mary, your collection certainly intrigues me. I tell you what, I will come out and have a brief look over the tomes and see if they are worth the time, if they are you can back pay me, if not, well, no harm done right?” I offered.

Her face lit up in a sunny smile, “That would be most agreeable Doctor.” she finished, making her own way out.

Her business card was on the table still.

Mary HowarthPublic Relations and Human Resources

The New Potential, pty ltd

On the day I had agreed to attend to her collection I dialled the number on the back.

“The New Potential, how may we serve?” a perky sounding receptionist said from the other end.

I mumbled a little, “This is Doctor Frizard, I have an appointment today and I bel-” I started and was cut off by the efficient receptionist.

“Oh the book doctor for Mary's little task, yes if you could just come on over to the main compound at” she called out an address that I forgot as soon as she said, luckily I had been writing it down.

I thanked her and hung up, making my way out to the car I grabbed my GPS, this was not a part of town I was familiar with.

Following the little units directions I found myself in the suburbs, new and near new houses all over the place. Smack dab in the middle of it though, taking up a full block, was The New Potential compound, the most prominent building that reached past the eighteen foot high fence was a very lovely looking apartment building, unusual simply because such things never got approval to be built in these areas.

Going around to the main gate I was admitted after giving my name and was issued a visitor pass.

When I entered the front door I heard the voice of the very perky receptionist, nattering away, but something about her made my eyes and ears ache. Eventually I had her attention and she pointed me toward a door.

Stuck to the door was a note:

Doctor,

Please excuse my absence, but when needs must. I will be back in a few hours, if you find the task agreeable we shall speak then. Inside is a modest library waiting to be read and catalogued.

Whether you chose to go ahead with the task or not, you have my gratitude for at least taking an interest.

The books should be attended to in the order I have noted.

Mary

I took the note down and opened the door. Inside was indeed a nice library that could hold what would amount to a few thousand books.

And there in the middle of the floor area, stacked in boxes, were indeed, thousands of books, the first box of which had little sticky noted numbers on them.

Closing the door behind me I walked to the prominent box and lifted out the first book, realising at once that the title was not written in English. As I looked at it though, the words almost seemed to twist, making sense. 'Practical Daemonology' was the title and opening the stiff bound tomb I saw there was no author listed, it just went straight into the details. I began to read it, my mind making all sorts of excuses and pushing aside the fact that up till then, I could only read English.

“Ahh Doctor.” a female voice said from the door, startling me from my reading. Lifting my head, my neck sore I saw Ms Howarth walking into the room, “I am guessing by your continued presence that you find these books interesting?” she asked.

Truth be told I was absolutely engrossed in them, I had studied such things as an undergrad but had never found anything this detailed. “If they are all to the quality of this one I would actually be very interested in doing this job, I would even consider waiving my fee if you would allow me to take notes and write a paper about this.” I said, feeling my eyes being drawn back the page I had just left.

“Oh come now, I wouldn't dream of it. Of course you can take as many notes as you wish, and still have your payment, but I would ask you not to release your notes until you have finished.” she told me and I felt myself nodding.

“That sounds amenable.” I agreed.

She stood up from the slightly seated position she had assumed on a table, “Excellent, let Felicity at

reception know if you need anything, she is authorised to handle most things. Now I must excuse myself, my day is not done yet and by the way, good Doctor, you keep glancing down at that book, neither is yours.” she said with the half smile any person in any field gets when looking at a long Friday afternoon of work.

I didn't hear her leave, my nose was already back in the book, it really was fascinating stuff.

-

After the first two books had been read, catalogued and referenced I got an idea, put it forward to the always happy Felicity who told me, “Mary said you could have whatever you want, just get me an invoice and I will get you a cheque.” startling me, no organisation could possibly operate like this, I was an outside contractor wanting to order thousands of dollars of equipment and they just agreed...

Before the week was out a computer with a rapid book scanning system was installed and ready to work and before the next week was done I had the whole lot on the computer.

Turning that off, I set about just getting them on the shelves and within a few more days was done there.

Going back to the computer I began reading and cataloguing, a task made difficult because the program that was used couldn't translate them.

By the fifth book I was getting quite a pile of notes going, cross referencing the titles, the chapters and even the names, some of which had to be abbreviated due to the limitations of the software.

Mary came in just as I closed the file on book six, “Hard at work I see, glad to know our investment is being well looked after.” she surprised me by saying, eager as I was to get the next book up.

“Of course.” I told her, making the effort to turn away from the screen and the next page of text, “These really are quite fascinating, and to think there are over two thousand of these here? All about summoning daemons and using this magic they can grant you.”

Her only reply was a smile and a nod.

I sighed, I had been thinking about this for a while, but I decided to put it on the table and see what she thought, “Its going to be a bigger task than I thought, this may take many years, it would become my life’s work...” I trailed off.

“You came highly recommended and I see those recommendations were correct, you seem to understand the extent of what I have asked you to do. You can continue to draw a wage for as long as you work here, on this. If you need an assistant we can provide one, unless you have someone in mind, who will likewise be paid for their time. Doctor Frizard, would you like to work for the company?” she said, answering the main question I had about this.

“Like to? Like to? You hand me the most amazing discovery of occult books in generations, tell me you will pay me to work on it... would I like to?” I stepped up and reached for her hand, shaking it, “Of course I would like to.” I grinned like an idiot, no more being cooped up teaching students whose only thought is how to pass so they can get their useless degree. Of course there had been exceptions from the rule, Stacy, she had actually enjoyed this particular type of literature as well, “Mary,” I began, now very mindful of the fact she did not like being addressed by her last name, “I

do have someone in mind for an assistant, would you mind if I approached them? To feel out the waters so to speak.”

“That would be fine, in fact...” she drew a book from her jacket and handed it to me, “give them that, she will love it.” she handed me a book, a copy of the first one I had picked up and I nodded.

Heading out to my car later, book under my arm, I suddenly felt there was something about the conversation I had missed. Going over and over it in my mind yielded nothing however so I let it rest, if somewhat fitfully, and concentrated on driving home.

-

The next day I came to work a little late, I had contacted my former student about her interest in 'a book', which I then dropped off to her. Settling down I continued working.

Not a week later a very excited Stacy called me, “That book its... its amazing!” she told me.

I smiled, she really had liked the occult, “What are you doing with yourself now?” I asked, trying to work out if I could impose.

“Ugh, I am flipping burgers two days a week and working at the library the other three, why?” she replied.

I couldn't help but laugh inside, “Well I have a job you might be interested in.” I began but was cut off by someone yelling at her that 'your break is over, get back to work'.

“Is it to do with that book?” she asked, but before I could answer she continued, “Because if it is, the answer is yes.”

“I haven't told you where it is, what it is, or how much it pays.” I told her and waited for an answer. When none immediately came I tried again, “Stacy?” I asked a bit louder.

“Yeah, sorry.” she said, “Look, are you serious Doctor Frizard?” she asked me.

“Yes, its a paying job, full time work, we would be cataloguing and referencing about three thousand books in a private library.” I said and realised, by the muted sounds, that the phone had left her ear again.

“Fuck you, fuck this job, fuck your fucking burgers, I quit!” I heard her yell quite clearly. “Sorry about that, just freeing up my schedule.” she said, phone once again pressed to her head, “So where am I driving to, the rest of the day suddenly seems rather open.”

I gave her the address, laughing as I hung up the phone.

Heading out to the front desk, I told the still oddly disturbing Felicity that Stacy would be arriving soon. Even as I was telling her she pressed a button and was notifying the front gate security to let the girl in.

Not ten minutes passed before the door creaked open and Stacy came in, eyes wide at all the books, the one I had been allowed to lend her held slackly in her hand.

“All this? You mean we have to read and sort ALL THIS?” she said, her voice rising in pitch and

volume with each word.

I laughed, “Yup, we are getting paid, and paid well I might add, for a literary students wet dream.” I confirmed for her.

“How many of them? How many do we have to do?” she begged, already picking up a book at random, flicking through it.

Grinning, “I have done nine so far, the time to sort them is increasing with each book, due to adding new entries. The first few, I was able to pretty much make new references for everything I found, now, I have to cross check, link up, and-” I began explaining, but stopped at her rapturous look, “Yes, we have about three thousand books to sort, this will take, at my current rough estimate, about twenty years or so.” I finished for her.

“Show me how you are doing it.” she told me, and I complied.

Working together meant about a thirty percent speed increase, it would be more but to keep things perfect we each read the others book and double checked their work.

Within a month we had close to twenty books done and linked. You could for instance search on a particular daemons name and find out all the information on it, its preferences, its dislikes. Stacy had been an amazing help for this, having studied computer programming as an elective, she worked on a simple interface that would let a user find everything they needed in seconds.

Which of course was good, Mary had asked us to give a presentation of our work to the board of directors, and we had offered them the library as a venue for the meeting so we could show them what we intended.

At one little terminal was a computer with a large touch screen and a link back to our database, we demonstrated how searches could be made, how some things can be put together. One member of the board had been attending via a video link, a laptop carried by his 'aid', at the end, after all our work was shown, it was this partner, who had been silent for the whole presentation, the screen only showing a silhouette, who finally asked through the laptop's speakers in an odd accent, “How long before you finish this?”

This was the nasty one, at first we had projected fifteen to twenty years, but the level of detail had risen the deeper we delved into the library, “Sir, at present estimate this will take longer than my lifetime, but I will be happy to-” I started but was cut off by a guttural sound from the conference computer.

“How many years?” the voice all but growled.

“Eighty years, with the two of us, eighty years.” I said suddenly, knowing that effectively, despite Mary being the one who hired us, this voice belonged to the person who signed our pay cheques.

“Very well.” the voice concluded and with that, the meeting was over and all but Mary filed out.

Stacy gasped as they left, “Wow that was tense.” she said, “Although it is a shame we will never finish this, these are the most amazing of books.”

Distracted so easily, the young woman was back to her work, pouring through the next manuscript, typing furiously as she went. Despite all the digitisation she preferred to read the actual books.

Mary gave a chuckle at the girls antics, “You have been following the order they were boxed in?” she said, more statement than question.

“Of course, you did ask me to do that so I am continuing.” I told her.

Our conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door and a person came in and handed Mary a note. Reading it and passing it back to the person, she turned to me as they left, “The chairman was impressed with the work, he has invited you to this evenings entertainments, has even said you two will be the guests of honour.” she told me, and I could see the news surprised her as much as it did me.

Knowing this would be a requirement, I didn't refuse, “Of course we will be there.” I told her, trying to work out what had her so distracted.

Mary had left after assuring us that our impression on the board had been very good, leaving us to our task and wondering what the evening would bring.

All too soon six pm rolled around the clock and I said, “Ok, lets finish this up, we have this evening to get ready for.”

Stacy just glanced over the top of the big book she was reading, “What?” was her reply.

Bringing my hand to my face, “Stacy, Mary told us we were invited by the director of the company to dinner, we are required to attend.”

Suddenly, the real world finally took her attention from her book, “But, what will we wear?” she asked.

I laughed, replying, “Its fine, they expect us to work and come to a dinner, then we can't be held accountable for wearing work clothes.” she nodded reluctantly.

We packed up, and left the room, making our way to the front counter. “Felicity, where is the dinner being held tonight?” I asked receptionist, somehow, it didn't surprise me to find her still working.

“That would be conference room one.” she said, “Go to the lift and press B2, it will open onto it.”

I nodded politely, still unnerved by her for no good reason I could think of. Despite that, she always returned my smiles, she really seemed to enjoy her job.

Following her directions, the lift opened and showed us something quite different to what we had expected. The room was more natural cave, huge vaulting ceilings that could barely be seen in the light, which seemed to only illuminate to about the ten foot mark and then stop.

“Ahh, you made it!” Mary called, wandering over to us. “Its quite the sight isn't it? Would you believe we are nearly a hundred feet underground? These caves were found when they were putting in the footings and we couldn't resist but to use them. Please, find a seat, this will all be starting as soon as everyone arrives.”

Taking seats that had our backs to the lift, we talked quietly. Suddenly Mary’s voice announced, “We are all here, lets get this show started!”

Turning we witnessed all hell break loose, literally. All the board members present, even Mary, seemed to stretch and grow obscenely, becoming not unlike the beasts and daemons we had seen in the books. “Stacy.” I said quietly, not moving a muscle, “I think we are in some deep shit.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her nod. I spied then, looking over all the other half-man half-beasts, a single huge hound like beast standing on all fours, easily five foot tall at the shoulder, caught my attention. I watched as all the others turn to it and drop to one knee, even the huge and very male half skunk half lion that Mary had become.

The beast paced over to us, “My wonderful employees,” it began, and I recognised the voice as the one from the conference, the chairman, “I have brought you tonight, at the Masters own will, to make of you such that your task no longer overburdens your mortality, the Master will not appear tonight, he is busy exacting a certain amount of revenge on some errant children of his, none the less he will send minions who can, for a price, appease our need.”

The voice was distracting at first, but as he started describing his master, realisation dawned.

“The books.” I said, “The books are real, they are guides, manuals...”

Showing a lot of teeth the beast seemed to be smiling, “Yes, your work is very important, what you are doing, with that database, will help us train summoners to a much greater degree than any... others.” it said back and I noted a particular smugness in the last word.

Stacy was dead quiet, eyes wide, taking it all in.

“So what does this entail then? Are we to be sacrifices...” I pondered.

“You will be sacrifices, but you will share the burden, others here have put themselves forward for the demons ministrations, to ensure your work continues unimpeded by such things as mortality.” it told us. “Now come, your willingness will speak well for you in this.”

Resigned to this, knowing I would have no chance to leave, I made to get up and follow the creature, only to find Stacy leaning down, already on her feet, to help me rise, “Come on, we don't want to leave them waiting, its bad if they are left waiting.” she reminded me, as we both well knew from the texts.

I watched as Mary served as focus for the ritual, brining forth the power to summon daemons into our world.

Wide eyed I was rooted in place beside Stacy, watching as the creature the business woman had become chanted those familiar words, known to us because we had read them several times, her pitch rising with each recanting.

Suddenly it... they, arrived.

“Ahh my sister, the Lord was right, he has indeed obtained a new flock of summoners and look, they have brought a meal!” the male daemon of the pair said, gesturing to Stacy and me.

They were both built quite similar, almost human looking figures, covered in a soft looking brown fur that showed off in a few places that they had reptilian scales underneath. Both of them, however, had what looked like a bats head, wide almost pig like up-turned nose sat on the end of their short muzzles, as they spoke a hint of very sharp teeth could be seen.

“You are correct my brother, but first we must have the formalities out of the way.” she turned to face Mary, “What are your terms summoner?”

The lion-skunk smiled and I could hear a slight purr coming from it, “Those morsels are yours for the night, do not kill them or main them, and leave their minds alone, for two hundred years of life each, and no aging. They are not of the blood, so no magic will be required, but they must have fingers on their hands.” she said and I realised she was in the bargaining phase.

It was fascinating from a strictly scientific viewpoint, and that was how I had to view this, if I actually let what I was feeling out I would run screaming.

The male daemon laughed loudly, “You ask that? Even with our Lords word, we would not stoop to that level. Fifty years each, by your terms, for the two of them, that is all.” he replied.

“The time granted is not on the table here, they will have two hundred years, neither is their treatment open to dispute, I will add myself to the payment, under similar agreement and” she paused and indicated behind her, where the lift was opening and showing two more big beasts restraining a third and leading them over to us, “you get to have your way completely with this one, anything you wish to do, up to and including taking his heartbeat, yours.” she finished.

The female daemon looked at the new arrival, licking her lips, “He is one the Lord has made, but his soul carries a mark of displeasure, what say you Avatar, is this allowed by Him?” she asked, turning her head in our direction.

The hound, still with us, answered, “He is a part of a heretical group, they who turned their backs on the Master, you will have him to do what you will, and He would like you to end the wretches life and send his soul on to hell.”

Laughing the daemoness turned back, “That is now much more amenable and we find ourselves in agreement with this. Brother...” she said.

Feeling the heat and pressure mix I had come to assume was magic I saw them perform the ritual of the contract, adding their blood and awaiting Mary to do the same. Once completed, the contract disappearing, they paced out of the circle, the male making his way straight for the restrained beast.

I wanted to watch, to see what he would do to the thing, but at that moment a peculiar scent reached me, moments before the origin of it did. “Ahh my little play things, which of you would like to feel my love first?” the female daemon asked, voice low and sultry.

Opening my mouth, I was about to say 'me' when a voice to my side said, “Me first, please.”

Almost spinning I saw it was Stacy, offering herself first.

“Oh by the Darkest of Ones, to be asked so sweetly, I could do nothing short of obliging. Come my dear, my Lord has already blessed this place with just what I need.” it said, breath soft, seductive, leaving no doubt that what it planned would leave you screaming.

Leading her off to a raised dais, an alter to... my mind clicked, I knew suddenly the name of the daemon who was their master, I knew on the scale of power he was very high up but also that he gained that power by actually playing fair. I said the first syllable of his name and a furred digit pressed to my lips.

Looking up I saw it was Mary, “Don't say his name, it would be disrespectful here and now, but you do know him don't you? Perhaps better than myself, although that will change as more of your work is done. It was quite a shift for the old Master to learn that there were so many non summoners in the world now, he had planned to have them made into pets for us, but he soon realised his error with his Avatar.” she gestured at the chairman, the huge quadrupedal beast, “You two are among the first of a new order, you are welcome within his flock not for some latent power you may or may not have been born with, but for your actions, your choices in life. Something he has found even more sweet than mere defilement of a person is having them serve him willingly, completely comfortable in his dominion over them and willing to work for what he will grant them. In short he appreciates the effort of your work.” she explained.

“What are you telling this one about the Lord?” a masculine voice beside us asked and I turned, seeing the male daemon standing, his member erect and rampant, still dripping with his seed and not a little bit of blood. Noticing my look he laughed, “That other poor thing, it is not protected by the contract, I am allowed to do to it as I please, and I am not a very nice daemon, downright nasty some have said. Regardless, I am under contract to treat you well and more, I gave my Lord my word that his two newest pets would be brought over to his court safely, and a being of my word I am.”

He paced around then, walking behind me. I couldn't move, I was like a deer in headlights, even as his claws reached under my clothing at my neck and ripped downward, I did nothing but stood still.

Standing naked now, eyes locked on a very impassive looking Mary, I felt the daemon lean in against me, his member pressed against the small of my back, his broad muscles against my shoulder-blades and something in my mind told me, 'this feels good, he SMELLS good.'

The longer he held there, not moving, just making his presence known, the more my reason faded, replaced by need. With a gasp I realised what the being was behind me, “Incubus.” I said softly, so softly Mary would not hear, but the daemon did, he nodded mutely against my neck, pressing his tongue to my flesh, making me gasp.

“You know my kind, we are famed for pleasure and being able to incite that pleasure in others, but know that I am a throwback, I enjoy giving pain just as much, but for tonight, for you, pleasure will be the rule.” he said and I moaned softly as his teeth worked at my ear.

Turning, letting myself be guided by him, I pressed my front against him, it was every bit as wonderful as it had felt at my back, but more so. Our lips met and I felt a fire pour into me along with his tongue, causing my erection to build and press against his own.

Pulling back I walked quickly to the table nearby and laid myself over it, on my back, legs spread wide and pulled upward.

“Such a wonderful little being, I think I must offer myself to the Lord's work more often.” he said, pacing over and pressing his member against my rear.

I cried out when he pressed a bit harder, his seed and other fluids easing the way as he pushed in and in, filling my rear, making my back arch at the ecstasy of it.

“Deeper, please.” I gasped and saw a gleam of white as the daemon smiled.

Obliging my request he brought his hips forward, pushing himself in deeper and deeper, even as I

felt his member leaking more juice within me.

Drawing back, and pulling a long gasp from me he paused, his rod barely within my anus, before he crashed forward, driving any breath from my lungs and any thoughts from my mind.

As his hips started to cycle, I found myself whimpering out in pleasure, even as he drove himself deeper and deeper with each thrust, forcing me to hold on to the table or be pushed away from him.

I felt a pressure building in my groin, it was similar to a normal orgasms rise, but somehow different, I didn't care though, at this point in time it was just him, me and a whole lot of friction making us both feel good.

Snarling suddenly, the incubus gripped my thighs, grinding harder and harder, causing me to reach my end just as he started pumping his seed into me. My bowels were swelling with the volume, I didn't know if I could hold it all within me, but I wanted to, for him.

“With my seed know that you will change, becoming our perfect mate.” the incubus intoned.

The pressure from before returned and I felt things within me moving around even as a light covering of fur prickled over my skin.

He pulled out of me suddenly, leaving my rear gaping at the loss of his girth, “Be still, sister is coming over, its your turn with her.” he told me, patting my thigh as one might a good dog.

Still getting myself under some semblance of control I heard that sultry voice again, “Oh, brother is done with this little play thing? Then it is my turn.”

I looked up at the daemoness then, and started to shake with growing realisation, if he was an incubus, then she was... “Sucubus.” I said out loud, finishing the thought.

“Oh, it is good to be popular, I swear half the stories never capture my good side.” she said, making light of the ominous title.

I grinned then, I couldn't help it, I was already at her mercy, anything further I do will only affect the depth of the shit I am in. “With due respect, most of them were from the victims point of view, well, those that survived.” I said and drew a chuckle from her.

“For what its worth little mortal, you and your friend there” she gestured at Stacy, laid out on the alter still, being taken by the incubus, “will be the first of your kind to witness our lusts in nearly thirty centuries, so most of those stories are either untrue or merely so old they have lost the facts.” she stated matter of factly.

Sighing I said, “You have an interesting outlook on our literature, it would be interesting to compare notes on it some time.” I said, getting a laugh from the daemoness.

“The first being in my life that didn't look at my form and instantly think all I wanted to do was fuck and you're a mortal.” she smiled saying this, “No matter, I will reward you for your insight.” she said, folding herself over the table and wriggling her rear. “Your reward.” she cooed to me.

I would like to say I resisted then, raced to the door, overpowered the guards and got free, but this was a succubus, the demonic incarnation of the perfect female. And she was practised in her art.

Leaning forward, pressing myself to her entrance, I whimpered as her petals opened, granting the way for my maleness to penetrate her depths. Grunting like an animal I began to thrust into her, not being able to restrain myself in the least. “Mmm a good start little pet, but I want MORE from you.”

At her emphasised word I felt her tunnel grow tighter even as I realised I was feeling more of it, she had increased my size with but one word.

Rising to her command I bucked hard and as deep as I could, hearing her delighted moans, a symphony of pleasant noises inspiring me to greater excess.

With a growl and two last hard shoves I reached my climax, feeling my hips, out of control, hammering into her still I let go of every restraint I had and just let myself fuck.

Something was wrong, though I had finished, apparently she had not. And it appeared that if she had not, the sex was not over.

Gasping and whimpering, my rod so sensitive it felt on fire, she said, “You will not find your ultimate relief until you have serviced me little pet, and although you are good, you need to be a little bigger before that will be possible.”

I felt myself grow larger again, her tunnel now a tight gripping path that seemed to go on forever, clutching and gripping at my length.

Again and again I came, and found no respite, she was merciless, it was eventually Mary who saved me,

Drawing up behind me, pressing her member against my rear, she angled lower than I thought she needed and suddenly found a part of me I hadn't had before tonight.

Sliding deeper into this new tunnel, just behind my balls I felt every inch of the large leonine member and found my thrusting motions invariably pushed me back onto that large invading rod.

The first thrusts from the beast behind me lit a new fire within, one I had never felt before but welcomed with open arms as that large prick pushed into my newly formed mating tunnel.

Again and again, it pumped in me, even as I pumped into the daemoness, now quite vocal in her appreciation of my efforts. I was lost on a sea of pleasure, lost, and loving it.

There was a moaning scream, it dug deep into the soul and forced primal things to respond, it rose louder and louder, drowning out my own gasping whines. With sudden realisation it hit me, the succubus was about to climax. Before the thought was done processing she was there, and she dragged me along with her.

The whole world turned to fuzz as she drew something from me, something I knew I needed to live, she pulled it from me even as I gave it gladly. In my mind her voice said softly, “But I promised, and you will need this.” she did something then to it, even as my body was gasping for its life.

Thrusting it back into me, I screamed and my hips bucked again, painting more of her insides with my seed in sudden release.

Laying there, bent over the creature, I felt different, she had tainted something within me, tainted it forever and at the moment I just couldn't care.

Slowly the rest of the world started to return and the feel of the lion-like barbs scratching my inner depths drew whimpers from my voice even as I realised my body was almost at another peak.

Harder and faster Mary thrust, fanning the fire growing within me until with a sudden growling roar she came into me tipping me over the edge once more, causing me to feel my first female climax.

Like being immersed in lava my whole body was suddenly hotter than a furnace, I was burning with the release and knew that all I wanted was more. Whining and moaning around the large maleness embedded in me, I felt flashbacks of pleasure each time Mary jerked her hips until at last she withdrew from me, even as I did the succubus.

He was walking past us then, the incubus, calling to his sister, “Oh dear, are you done yet? We have an obligation to fulfil over there, one we have put off for too long.”

I was barely able to stand, it felt like I was split in half to about my stomach, so much seed leaked from both my holes, dribbled from my still somehow erect cock that I wondered that we were not all dehydrated.

The daemoness rose to her feet smoothly, reaching down to pet at my still rigid shaft she whispered, “If you ever need a fuck again, get someone to summon me, I am sure we can find something you will want in trade.”

I nodded to her, eager all at once to please her by doing just that.

“Doctor, Doctor Frizard.” Stacy's voice said then, growing stronger as she neared, “Paul, how are you?” she asked, now in front of me.

Smiling, still standing somewhat bow legged I replied, “Pretty good actually, how about you?”

It was then I noticed her, really noticed, she looked like a slightly smaller version of the succubus, fur, scales and head, but, to my surprise, sporting a large penis.

“I feel great, that was the best sex I have ever had.” she looked a little embarrassed all of a sudden, “I think we are a little more than human now.” she reached down, indicating her cock, lifting it, showing she still was female as well.

My eyes kept snapping up to her breasts, much heavier than they were they were none the less supporting themselves very well and making me want her with an ache that I could not suppress.

She reached out for my... paw, 'I have paws now.' my brain registered, leading me over to the alter. Placing a gentle hand on my back she pushed me forward over its rocky but smooth surface. “Do you want this?” she asked, pressing her tip against my waiting flower.

I gasped, the touch of her against me lighting fires my mind could not keep track of let alone ignore, instead I managed to whimper out a soft, “Yes, please.” begging her for it.

With one smooth motion she drove forward, her hips driving her rod deep, as deep as I had been in the succubus.

Crying out again and again, timed to her thrusts I was taken by so much pleasure I could not bear it, but at the same time I could not bear not to have it, luckily it was not me in control, as at the

moment I had absolutely none.

At some point, after my body had found one release and was building toward its second the daemoness walked into my field of view, “Little pets, you seem to have found your fun, even as my brother and I found ours, our night is over, fare well little ones, until your death brings you to our embrace for eternity.” I noticed the blood then, she was covered from the neck down in it. I was suddenly very happy that I was on her good side, these were not beings you wanted annoyed at you.

My climax hit hard, taking all rational thought again, leaving me a beast rutting happily with its chosen mate.

I woke slowly the next morning, the feeling of someone wrapped around my member still partly responsible for the pleasure I still felt. The other part was due to the large shaft still buried within me.

“Ahh my little kitten is awake, hold still.” Mary's voice behind me said.

She drew back then, pulling her rod from my hole, leaving me feeling warm but slightly empty. When I performed the same routine on Stacy she sighed happily, turning at last and pressing her muzzle against mine, her breasts suddenly sandwiched against my flat chest.

Rising Mary showed us to some refreshments, brought down for those of us spending the night.

“Well, you have your years, the Master is very happy, his daemons did his bidding and brought him back a well tormented soul for him to play with.” Mary said, letting her 'business woman' illusion flow down over her.

With a start I realised I could see through it easily now, in fact something inside me told me I could do a lot of different things now. “Its the succubus' work.” Stacy said, “The book I am reading at the moment mentioned that they could, having removed the soul of their victim, taint and return it, granting them some of the powers of a succubus. Some even postulated that when the beings time came to die and enter the Pit that they would become a succubus.” she looked down at herself, “This could be a more interesting existence than I previously thought.”

Laughing at her phrasing of the thought we rode the lift up and asked at reception if there was anywhere to get some clothes, ours having been torn.

It was there that I learned just why Felicity had always made me feel odd. Sitting there at the counter was a three headed hound, a headset slung over each head, carrying on three completely different phone conversations at once. The nearest one nodded and finished its call, “Some clothes have been put in the library for you, if you would like I can also arrange accommodation for the pair of you here.” she said.

“That would be good, two rooms, anywhere close will do.” I replied.

“Make that one room.” Stacy contradicted, making me turn to her in time to catch another kiss on the muzzle, “You got me my dream job, now I will give you some good dreams Paul.” she said, drawing back only long enough for the words before pushing me bodily against the wall and making it known just who was in charge.

As I gave in, feeling her large member press against my entrance I dimly heard Felicity begin another call, “We will need a janitor to the front desk in about a half hours time.” she told someone

and rested one head onto her paws, watching as Stacy took me, making me scream in bliss.

The Hunter

I looked down at all my tools, chalk, salt, knife, candles... All were there, all were ready. So why was I so nervous?

Study had been tough at The New Potential, we had learnt a diverse set of skills, encouraged to pick and chose what we wanted to specialise in, but told that we must learn the basics first. I had been good in unarmed combat, exceptional my teachers would tell me, but that was the only thing I seemed really talented at.

I had the power, the magic, to draw forth the daemons to our realm, had been training for two years now to perfect it without actually doing the deed once. "Screw them, I am ready, I don't need any damn teachers to tell me that!" I cursed.

Carefully making my pentagram with the chalk, tracing the inner circle of it with the salt, I inscribed in it the symbol for the daemon I wanted to summon.

Ever since I had seen the two 'daemon kin' who worked in the library, seen their graceful bodies, so unlike the other hulking forms, I wanted to become one. Working the daemonic name of the succubus who was, with her brother, the right claw of our Master, I stood back to admire and triple check everything. Satisfied I waved my hand in front of me, smiling as my power lit all the candles at the points of the symbol.

I began chanting, my deep voice picking up the rhythm, the echo a counterpoint that meshed well. My power flared and flowed, pouring forth into the circle, weakening the wall between worlds.

Darkness coalesced in the middle, eventually fading into a lone form. As I looked I realised I had made a horrible mistake.

"Oh, a new summoner to play with." the scaled, bat like incubus said.

The one thing that had always worried me about being a summoner was the daemons love for sex, being a fairly straight guy this had put me off at first, but then I found out about the succubus and I discovered my out.

This was possibly the biggest fuck up of my life.

"You don't look happy to see me little summoner, were you expecting someone else?" the daemon asked with a grin, looking around at the runes.

I followed his glance and saw my mistake at once, a slight smudge on one rune.

Centring myself, just as I would when fighting, "It matters not daemon, I have summoned you and it is with you I must make my first deal." I said, knowing it to be true, but it didn't mean I had to like it.

"Ahh, you accept your mistakes, well then, lets see if it will be your only mistake this night." it smiled broadly back.

Remembering my memorised notes I began, "Daemon, I ask not for a short contract but a lifetime

one, I-" I began to recite but it cut in.

"Oh? Someone finally got to the juicy bits of daemon lore have they? Do tell little summoner, what do you wish that you would give yourself to me for the rest of your little life?" it asked, actually sounding happily surprised.

My recitation thrown I tried to take control back, "I ask, that for every half evening you have in my presence, I receive a year of life, power granted to look human and" I paused, trying now to remember my complete list, "a place at your side, not as your slave, when my end comes." I finished.

The daemon whistled, "That’s a good one, I like the last bit especially, a new friend in the Pit would be a welcome change, and we do have ever so many souls to torture these days. Humans have been extremely busy at inventing new ways to be bad." he chuckled, "Very well with the little proviso that it be myself or my sister that visits you, little summoner. I accept." it intoned and began to draw the power to make the contract.

Seeing the contract build out of the aether in front of me, I noted it was a lot more solid than the descriptions most had given, and a lot more wordy. I lifted the ritual knife to cut my thumb, looking up one last time to the creature I said, "Forever then." with a reckless grin and cut my digit, offering the blood to the spell.

There was a sudden pulling at me and I felt my blood not just dribble but flow from me, witnessing the daemon do the same, saw even it wince as the same tugging at its life essence was made.

The difference here was, instead of the contract scaring the aether around the site for the remainder of the evening, this one split into two copies, each growing smaller and pressing into our bodies, catching us each in the arm, a brand, a reminder of the bond and claim on my soul.

"It is done little pet, now, need I point out your failings or shall I let you guess as we progress?" it spoke then, and my blood ran cold. "By the look of fear and worry I will assume you have not figured out yet that you did not restrict me, known for my love of torture and maiming, to not harm you or leave you permanently wounded. I will be lenient, this first meeting shall you only receive a little pain for your price, but we will talk about future plans afterwards." it said and I found myself in shock, how could I forget the most basic of clauses, it was inconceivable.

Stepping from the circle now, the incubus walked me over to the stone alter, "Consider this me going easy on you, take note of it if you would, because in future, if you want more years, you had better expect something a whole lot worse." it said then, pushing me roughly over the alter, ripping my robe from my body.

"Sing for me." the daemon said as he thrust his dry member into me.

And I did. I screamed as he pushed in, my insides on fire with him, unprepared and unstretched. I screamed and screamed and all I could hear was the incubus murmuring with appreciation every so often even as he lunged in and out of me, making the burning fire tear my mind apart.

Slowly, his pre cum started to lubricate my depths, but it was far too late, raw and sore he kept using me, grinding himself into me until his hips met my buttocks, the sound of our slapping flesh a continual counterpoint to my cries.

He began to exert power over me then, letting it sink into me, and despite myself, the pain started to

feel good, and I began to moan as he withdrew, screaming again with lust and pain as he drove back in, aching deep within to feel him as he first started again. "You sing so well little one, you sing so beautifully." he told me, and the compliment warmed me, making me want the pain even more.

But the pain began to fade more, pleasure building, I felt him tense suddenly inside me, growing larger in my rear somehow, displacing more of my organs to sate his pleasure.

Our climaxes were timed exactly, I lost myself in pain and pleasure as his seed started to flood me. I felt my body shifting around, could feel new parts taking hold, my tail being the most obvious, it was long and thin, a classical spade end, just as the incubus had.

His claws reached down then, scratching along the outer lips of a new tunnel even as it grew, lancing into me, needle like pricks causing my release to prolong as he leaned forward, "You must know, no matter what happens, mating an incubus prepares the mortal vessel for their young to be planted, but do not fear little one, I will not seed you and have you raise my pups, such is simply not my way." he said, pulling from me roughly. "You see, I have been tasked by my Lord with bringing him more morsels like that one several years back, one of the heretics, and he wants them in pain little one. What I need is something to hunt them with, to call me down when they are at their weakest, to let me spill their blood and drag them back to Him. My little pup, would you be willing to do that for me?" he asked so sweetly, and with every fibre of my being I wanted to aid him, he was my Master now.

Bowing my head, "Of course Master, your will is mine." I said, committing my whole essence to it.

"Good, good. But that will necessitate some more work little pup, I grant you another reprieve of my attentions, summon me again, soon, when you have recovered. Then I will grant you further boons to aid with your task." it told me, turning to go back to its circle, its home. "Oh, and pup? Do get the runes right next time, it would be terribly embarrassing if I had to chase you down via another daemon." I bowed low, my muzzle touching the ground in front of me.

I knew when he left, the feel of the room changed, but still I felt... more.

Applause from the entrance to the big summoning room drew my attention back suddenly, "Bravo bravo Mr Wilks, welcome to our ranks. You will notice it would have proved much easier for you if you had waited for your training to complete but I have to say, the lifetime contract idea is indeed interesting. I expect you to write a paper about it, no less." The hulking half lion half skunk at the door said, "Now, to the showers and then see the doctor, he may do something to ease the pain." she said, turning.

"Ma'am," I asked, "I... that is, I don't need a doctor, the pain is... is good." I said, feeling myself blush.

"See them anyway. He seemed quite taken with you, do not disappoint him in any way." she said then, stalking from the room.

-

A week had passed and I felt fine but Mary had ordered me to wait a month. I was sitting in the library late at night practising my runes for Him when the 'female' librarian, looking much like myself and her mate, but with a large pair of breasts, came up to me.

"You are feeling better now?" she asked me. I nodded, still working on my reproduction of the

runes.

Her large, clawed hand reached over and stopped me from writing more, "You are feeling better." it was a statement this time, I was about to say something when she continued, "You should call Him, He will like that, eagerness. Going against Mary will be nothing to Him, trust me."

I looked up at her, startled at her words, "You... you know Him?" I asked, gesturing at the runes.

She laughed at me, "He helped make me what I am, and when His sister comes to talk books, He sometimes comes too, He is nice to us." she said, sighing a little at the end.

I took a deep breath, "Where co-" I began but her finger touched the end of my muzzle, talon resting against my nose, urging me to silence. Her other hand came up and the index finger made a 'follow me' motion even as she rose and walked away.

Following her down the hall, she had hold of my hand as she led me to the emergency stairs leading down to the big summoning chamber. Once we started on the stairs she laughed, "That was too easy." she said.

My look of incomprehension prompted her to continue.

"She gave me some gifts, powers of a succubus." I blushed all at once and tried to hide it, badly, "Yes, those as well, but one of them allows me to hide in plain sight, and anyone who touches me. Come now, it is almost prepared." she said cryptically leading me down the several flights of stairs.

Opening the door at the bottom, I saw the room was empty again, except for some summoning gear in a little pile, the male librarian standing beside it with a big smile, "You made good time, it doesn't do to keep Them waiting."

I began the ritual, marked out the pentagram, added the runes very carefully, even got a nod of approval from the librarians for the work, then laid the salt and lit candles.

Chanting loudly, letting my whole being, every ounce of magic I possessed, flow out into the summon.

He appeared, again.

"Ahh my little pup, good it is to see you up and about. My Lord tells me that you were forbidden to summon me too soon, and while I don't doubt they have their reasons glad I am that you would follow your heart." he said, beaming a smile to his two other minions. "Well, since there is already a contract binding you to me, you merely need to extend your hand over the threshold and invite me out to play."

I leaned forward, knowing even now what he would bring to me, what he would likely do, I leaned forward and I embraced every part of that.

Leaning closer still, the incubus placed a kiss on my forehead, "Such a good little pup."

Taking me by the shoulders, He led me to the dais again, similarly to the first time. I could sense his arousal, could feel the heat and need radiate from it. I needed it in me.

"Little pup, I give you the choice this time, you have been more than willing with your contract,

your word, you promise much to pleasure my other tastes in the future, you may be content with just pleasure if you wish it." he said, amazing me with his compassion.

I turned back to him, lowered myself down to my knees and wrapped my mouth around his member in answer, letting some moisture from my mouth coat Him. Loving the feel of it, the taste of it, I reluctantly drew back, as I stood again.

"Little pup, that is no where near enough fluid to keep you from screaming, do I-" he began, but for the first time ever I gained enough strength of will and cut Him off.

"I like to scream." I said simply, turning and bending forward, casting the simple robe I had been wearing aside.

His claws ran down my sides, marking my flesh, "Oh my little pup, how wonderful you are, how glorious you will be when you chose to give this world up. I ache for the day I can call you my brother in the Pit." he said, voice warm.

Feeling his claws now, digging into my tough hide I whimpered, but not in agony, not in pain. There was only need on my voice.

His member, pressed against my tight pucker, felt like the heated tip of a red hot poker, the similarities not fading as he began to drive it into me.

My voice rose in intensity, the pain he lit within me making me hard and aching for release even before he began pulling back for the first time, the token dampening of his member had done little for my rear, and he was about to make it a whole lot more intense.

His first real stroke started my siren like wailing, I couldn't stop myself, my throat gave sound to the feelings of pain and pain-turned-pleasure within me. I felt him building, even as he pistoned in and out so very fast, toward his climax when all of a sudden a shuddering moan heralded my own and I found myself clamping down on his member with the tortured flesh of my anus, hindering his return thrusts as much as his withdrawals.

His roaring voice added to my own as he lost control, I felt his claws tear into me, ripping skin and scales from my body and the feelings of him, of us, only turned that to a wondrous pleasure as well as I lay there, bleeding and moaning, revelling in the sensations.

"Oh my little pup, you brought my wildness with your lovely cries and now look. Either I grant you the gifts I intended or I fear you will perish. Given your behaviour I find myself reluctant to hold anything back from you pup, I find myself even considering siring my young, for the first time in ten thousand years." He said, as I felt his power flow down into me, and then it was more than his power, surely the Lord's power as well...

As I lay there my body re-knit itself, skin and scales rejoining and growing, muscles swelling, power enhancing even as I felt something tear loose at my shoulders.

I lay there, feeling all this even as he slowly withdrew from me.

Gaining my own feet I realised the pain, the wounds, all were gone, leaving nothing but a 'well used' feeling from my rear. I looked toward the incubus then and stepped forward and dropped to one knee, "Where?" was all I asked him, twitching the new wings at my back.

His smile was more than enough reward for my courage, my embracing of every part of him. "Pup, he will be 'here'" He said, even as I felt the image and knowledge of the location form in my mind, I smiled a sharp toothed smile.

For His part, he turned, nodded to the librarians and entered the circle, departing for his Lord's realm again.

-

Smelling the air, I could sense them close, my prey was going to fall this night.

Moving around the corner of the building, into the back yard I caught sight of someone, a summoner, I could see the shimmer around them, the shadow of their true form underneath. I had guessed this one would have bodyguards, particularly after last time. I grinned, my teeth gleaming in the dark night.

I pulled my stealth onto me, walked right past the summoner, turning at the last moment to slice their spine just below their shoulders even as I continued around pouring my power into them, silencing their impending scream before it came to their vocal chords.

Continuing I entered the rear of the mansion, casting about me with my senses. Up, the next floor, and only a little bit to the left...

I leapt at once, driving myself through the heavy floor to stand in front of the summoner.

"Please! No! I... I was just going along with the-" he began sudden terror filling his being, as always, just before I silenced them, pouncing at the same time.

Leaning in close I whispered in their ear, very quietly, "Isn't it a lovely night? Would be a great evening to... summon."

He began to try and scream then but I had him wrapped in my power like a fly would in a spiders web.

Swiftly drawing just the runes on the floor, not even bothering with a binding circle I called Him.

The darkness accumulated, a large bat-like figure taking shape before suddenly I was on my back, claws at my throat.

"Who would DARE summon without a binding circle!" the beast from the Pit screamed. I didn't care about noise now, my job was done.

I smiled up at the daemon and didn't miss a beat at recognition set in for both of us, "Sister of my Master, welcome to this world unfettered." I said with a sincere smile.

She laughed, "Oh little pup, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to..." She got up and saw what she had done, my body was shattered, bones sticking from me at all angles, organs crushed, my spine broken in... two places.

I laughed, already feeling the pieces reform and grow back into place, "As always, it is lovely to see you and more this evening, to be at the end of your claws. I wonder why He is not in attendance?" I purred and she laughed.

"He was required on the Lord's work. I have to say little pup, you bring us to such nice places." She had her hand in the magically bound summoner's belly already, claws digging into him deeper and deeper, his silent screams evidence that she knew exactly what she was doing.

Getting up now, fully reformed, I said, "There's another outside, he is silenced and not going anywhere, enjoy a lovely night."

I walked away from that house, having done one thing that was not just considered a bad idea, but also an insult to a daemon, summoning them without trying to protect the world from their nature. I loved them though, she would have her fun with those two, and anyone else she could reach before dawn called her back to her home.

Looking up into the dark cloudy sky, I wondered how long I would go on in their service before the allure of an eternity in the Pit became too much for me to stand.

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